orangetoughguy | log post II

[Held like this the kid could take him about everywhere. Larry stops and hangs over Freddy's shoulder, leaning against him to see.

No, they're not flowers but looking at it, really looking at it. It looks like a Newendyke piece.]

Pretty fucking cool.

[For a plant he'd want for all his own. Out of all the others the kid wanted this. Kinda looks like an older roughed up motherfucker sitting pretty there. Both arms wrap around Freddy from behind.]

[It's like a mutant without the skintight suit or the lasers and gear. It's like the Swamp Thing but without mystic red eyes. All in all, it caught Freddy's eye because it's different and weird (kind of like him, kind of like a toucan). But those other more traditional flower arrangements are pretty neat too, near for Lawrence Dimick. Oh is he getting romantic again? He leans back into the old man a little, mostly with his rear. In this day and age there aren't very many layers of fabric between them.]

Yeah I know. And real easy to take care of, I water that shit and call it a day. I don't gotta worry about messing up, hurting it... [He's still talking about the plant, or is he?]

You were pretty careful with the last one as I recall.

[When the old man got him flowers. The look on his face. Expressions like that on his young face is worth failed efforts for romance.

Oh. Yeah. That ass is appreciated.]

Special case.

[Freddy retorts, pressing into Larry even further to underline his dual meaning. Lawrence Dimick himself is a special case, the kid as a cocksucker or not wouldn't have thought he'd see himself in the hands of a crook. Even when he was dating women.]

With you nothin's ordinary with you. [That bear nose is at his neck. He'll rub against that rear.]

So it should be special.

[Because this shit between them is nothing like what the old man went though. It's another reason why he wants to show what he's about inside and out.]

Nothin's been ordinary since you.

[Freddy turns the phrase on its head despite the shared sentiment. He turns around literally too, coming face to face with Lawrence Dimick. The kid's a whole teenager younger than him, true, sixteen years now until December, but there are lines in his face as well. There are worried marks and creases of never truly knowing, perhaps not knowing too far into adulthood. Since Larry he's felt some kind of rediscovery or another surge of growing up. This time in a way that's honest with himself. To Freddy Newendyke that's his kind of romance, the complex bullshit that somehow still ties everything to do, bonds it pretty fucking strong too.]

Maybe I'm just a bad romance kind of guy. [He quips while putting his hands on Larry's waist.]

I love that. We don't need normal.

[Like anyone says they do. No other opinions are valid here if anyone else knew.

So they got a body count. So they got the law to answer to someday (in different ways). There's so much more. Did the old man know he could be this forgiving? No, not in a million years did he think he'd fall so hard for a person. There's so much he's also learning at his age.]

That's not something you do all on your own.

[Hands on his wrists. Larry leans forward and touches forehead to forehead.]

That's fair enough.

[Freddy concedes, nodding slightly against Larry's forehead. Then before you know it, without warning (not that he needs one), the kid is grasping at the old man's face to pull him into a hard kiss. He doesn't want to jinx the moment but as far as he can tell, there's no toucan about up here.]

[Those flappy hands feel good gripping his face. Larry mashes his mouth with him. Good hard kiss of a tough guy. For liking the romance, the gritty hardness is also appealing. They can pull that off flawlessly.]

So you got me flowers huh?

[If there's room for talking. Larry nips at his lower lip.]

Get on your knees please.

Uh--[In the middle of hard kisses and quick sharp breaths.]--Huh.

[Oh is that how it's gonna be? Because the big billed buzzard screwed up those first two and a half chances, now it's the kid who's gotta get down on the floor. Well, he's not gonna complain. Freddy complies after looking at Larry with something particularly ravenous in green and caramel. Down he goes, sinking to his knees. His fingers drag downward too to clutch at the old man's waistband.]

What now?

Can you please reach in to my pants and take out my cock.

[You bet this is because a big billed buzzkill interrupted. All in good fun though. The kid is the one asking questions to get the right answers. Larry slowly sinks down to sit on Freddy's bed.]

All this asking I think [sigh] you can have a request or two.

[Meaning that the old man would roll over or lay there. Is that a romantic touch for Freddy?]

I'll reach into your pants and take you out. I'll get you real nice and hard, and I'll keep what I wanna do with you in mind.

[Secretly the kid feels a little dumb after those words leave his mouth. Come on, Newendyke, you can do better than that. You're a cop, cops use words all the time. Sure they're not big pretty eloquent florid words but they're still words. His fingers are working the button, the fly, separating the fabric to reach in. Think on your feet, Newendyke. Wait, he has an idea.]

Do you like it when I take it slow?

[Freddy asks, gentle and careful with his cock. Part of it is part of the act, the other part is some honest curiosity.]

You mean you're not gonna tell me?

[Knees splay wider. The old bear groans at these soft, careful touches.]

Not too slow.

[Brown eyes are watching where ever he goes.]

It'll be a surprise. I gotta keep you guessin'.

[To make up for not being quiet a romantic even though Freddy's approach is equally romantic, just in different ways. Kind of like how the flowers in his room aren't really flowers, but it's still a vase.]

Better? [He gives a slow but broad lick to the tip.] Yes or no?

I'm always guessing. Who knows what's [oh fuck that's it. That broad lick. Larry loses his train of thought entirely. Just as well because Freddy asked something else.]

Yes. Fuck you get me so hard.

[Huff of a shaky sigh. He can see those unique flowers from where he is.]

I like gettin' you hard. I wanna get you on your hands and knees. [Another lick then the kid's getting up to his feet.] Come on, in your room. I want to fuck you with all your flowers.

[In any other situation Freddy might think that just sounds crazy ridiculous, but he's got a hunch Larry would like it. Who else treats the other man like this? He offers an open hand to lead the way.]

[Any hotter and he would be melting like a popsicle.]

Thank you.

[Pants at his hips he's up and walking after this kid. If he had a tail it would be wagging.]

[On the way back over the kid cuts a brief cursory look over the side to make sure the toucan's keeping out of trouble. Looks like he's tucked up in his cage playing with something or other. Good. As for Larry's room, Freddy can smell the flowers before he even steps in. Oh and one last thing.]

Close the door on your way in.

[How's that for a promise of non-interruption?]

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