orangetoughguy | log post II

[He's inclined to keep it right now only because the girl left it for him this way. It would be rude and unfriendly and just not cool to take it off. Would Larry understand that Freddy genuinely considered her pretty cool too? Oh, but about these arms and those arms. Green eyes wander from face to paw to grenades to flamethrower and back to his face. The kid leans in a little more.]

Are you getting stiff?

[The clearest path between two points is a straight line after all. Note, he's not saying it as a complaint or anything.]

Yep. [He wets his lips.] You can't blame a guy. This is heavy shit.

[And it is all theirs. Fuck if they sold it that is so much fucking money. No matter what they do with it, it's an incredible asset.]

If your friend ever comes around again she deserves a hell of a thank you.

[Not that he's trying to downplay how riled he is. Just a thought.]

No. I guess I can't.

[Freddy flaps a hand in a shrug, only to bring said hand down to grab Larry right between the thighs. Is he hard for real? If not is he gonna be hard now?]

Here?

[He asks, brow arched as if daring Larry to take what he wants when he wants it however he wants it. Except focusing behind the old man's shoulder he spies another toy, some kind of comical looking blue bat creature. Yeah those toys are a boner crusher...but that crate of clips...shit.]

[Oh it sure as hell is now.]

You want me to walk home with a stiff one when I could bend you over that.

[Oh he's pointing to that crate.]

[Already paws are moving to creep under Freddy's shirt.]

[Right over the crate. Fuck now Freddy's starting to feel pretty fucking warm. He's got to make a quick decision, desecrate a little girl's place--for keeping a shitload of artillery--or go home hard. The smell of gun oil and ammunition just isn't the same when you're only trying to imagine it. He takes a deeper breath.]

No.

[That hand on the old man kneads against his loaded gun.] You're a tough as nails gunrunner and I'm a greenhorn who just broke into the wrong cache.

[Will Larry bite?]

[N-O. Spells no, sure, the rest of it though says yes with a lot of other letters. Larry pulls back and gives the kid a shove. He'll bite and he'll bite hard.]

Tch. That some kind of an excuse?

[To fuck the shit out of him?]

You got some kinda balls comin' on in here. And you're not gonna be gettin' out of here easy.

[Another shove, farther away from the toys that the old man has his back to.]

--!

[Hey now. That totally comes as a surprise to the kid because sure yeah he set this up but the old man started playing along faster than expected. In character too. Freddy straightens his shirt a bit.]

I don't know what the fuck you're on cause--

[Oof. That second shove has Freddy taking another step back only to hit his heel on the crate and stumble. He catches the edges and steadies himself.] What're you gonna do? Lay another hand on me? I fight back.

Sure. You can fight back.

[The old man takes off his coat and tosses it aside. Nevermind the dirt. It's the end of the day. After this they'd head on home. If they ever make it there. Now he's loosening his tie.]

Don't mean that'll do you any good. You're mine, bucko. From the minute you stepped in.

[Two steps. (Not three.) And he's gripping Freddy by the collar of his shirt.]

[When Lawrence Dimick gets that way Freddy Newendyke can't help but grow a stiff one himself. He licks his lip too but tries to hide the gesture...not too well though in case Larry wants to pick up on how turned on he is by having those paws get rough on him. In a weapons cache. ...With toys. Somehow he just manages to block those happy faces from his peripheral vision. Thank God if White does bend him over the crate then he won't have to see them.]

So you're tellin' me I gotta pay for the privilege? You look like a smart guy, someone who knows how to negotiate, cause you don't want this blood on your fuckin' hands.

[Some other form of DNA will do. The kid shakes his head, seeming unfazed by the grab on his collar. Both hands are up to 'push' on Larry's chest though. More like feel it up.]

[They've hardly had anything other than casual contact and it's getting difficult to keep it that way. Face to face huffing and puffing in faux anger while looking into those candy apple eyes.]

You're goddamn right you gotta pay and the toll ain't cheap if you want to walk out of here alive.

[He pushes Freddy onto the crate and still holds at his collar. Now he can feel about how hard on both sides.]

Get me?

[Those candy apple eyes lock on to his slow burning brown ones. Fuck yes he is fucking hard right now. It takes every 'effort' on his part not to grind against Larry even though he's practically pinned to the crate.]

Oh yeah, I get you. [Freddy swallows. Show no fear, not that he's harboring any real fear to begin with.] You wanna make me suck your dick but I bet you're really thinkin' of stickin' it up my ass aren't you? Cause that's the kind of guy you are, right?

[The kid leans forward as much as he can while his voice drops volume as if to share an intimate whisper.] You want hard muscle under your hands, a tight firm ass on your dick, and balls swinging with every thrust...

[He could be projecting this desire but who would blame him?]

I was just gonna plow my way into your ass but I think I'll make you suck my dick first. Gotta make it ready cuz I ain't gonna hold back.

[Hot branding words get the man leaning closer. That's not a counter grind. Fuck though he can feel Freddy smuggling a rod in his pants.]

It's the price you gotta pay, you smug motherfucker.

[That's what the kid is. Christ, can't get enough of him. Larry takes a bite at his lower lip because that's not a kiss. His teeth drag back as he steps back, still holding his collar as he pushes him down.]

On your goddamn knees.

[So much for upping the ante. Larry is keeping the pace pound for pound and it makes the rod in his pants fucking hot, just thinking about getting fucked by this man makes him ravenous. Still though Freddy is gonna maintain his smug motherfucker facade. Licking his lips again only gets a bite in return. Fuck he could just come right then and there. Freddy's fingers drag downward along Larry's torso until he's settled on his knees. Now his fingertips are at the old man's waist and they start undoing his trousers with deliberate precision. He's looking up at Larry with the complete opposite of a defeated expression. This green eyed little monster wants to suck on it.]

You talk big. I bet it's anything but.

[On the contrary Orange knows White is packing something on the bigger than average side.]

I don't know what kind of gorilla cock you've been swallowing but I think it's a big piece.

[An already dirty mouth keeps sinking to new depths in the gutter inspired by Ready Freddy. Blame it on the way he turns up his nose looking like a prince even though he's on his knees. The shit Lawrence Dimick makes him do.]

Come on. Get it out. Don't start a staring contest.

[Larry lets go of his collar to grab a healthy handful of his hair.]

I've never had black dick before.

[Don't think for a second he doesn't know what the old man means by gorilla cock. But Freddy explains to Larry like it's no thing because the dick he has had pleases him just fine. The thought of it in the future however, as a third party...well those thoughts don't belong in this scenario.]

Okay.

[He says 'submissively' before those hands pull apart the closure of his pants to reach past layers of fabric to whip it out. Freddy holds it like he just found the prize in a cereal box. The kid gives it a lick, letting the head just sit on his bottom lip.] What am I gonna do with it?

[What does he do with it? Like he doesn't know. The old man can see it in his eyes.]

Open your mouth and suck it.

[The other paw rubs his pointer, middle and ring finger over Freddy's lower lip.]

Be glad I'm not from Africa.

Tell me why.

[What does Lawrence Dimick know about Africa and black cock that he's willing to share with Freddy? He won't pressure him for details of course. How can he when his lips are parting only to purse over the head of his dick. Down the shaft he goes but only halfway, for now.]

Because you wouldn't be able to breath and then it might hurt for fucking days.

[Larry gasps and can't speak more from there. At least not instantly. Since it's just them than he can pant as loud as he wants. How long is this kid's hair anyway? It makes such a great handle.]

Like that. Hah. You said you're acting like you didn't know how.

[So Larry believes what they say about them too huh, or maybe Larry's just getting into character. Who knows. Freddy doesn't, but one day he plans to find out, with Lawrence Dimick.]

Mm, your dick's not so bad.

[The kid says along the shaft after pulling his mouth off, only to hood it once more. He goes down farther than he did before, palms holding onto the old man's balls for some stability. His hair's not too long having recently been trimmed, but it's definitely not cropped closed to the ears like most cops are.]

Less talkin'. Remember you got a debt to pay.

[No one needs prompting. Just keeping in character. Though this character in this moment is very close to the real man that he is.]

Like how it feels in your mouth? Huh?

[There's a hair pull for his trouble.]

Augh-- [Freddy sounds from the pull. A little rough ain't he? But the kid asked for it and shit if he didn't have his hands on Larry's dick he'd be whacking off himself. Saliva drips down the old man's shaft to drop on the floor.] Nuh uh...

[He's a lair, he loves it. He'd say so if it wasn't taking up the entire length of his jaw, towards his throat. Freddy bobs his head up and down, either simulating getting his face fucked or encouraging Larry to do it. Could be both.]

No? Maybe you ain't tasting it right.

[Invitation happily accepted. Holding his head still he starts a slow fucking.]

Yeah.

[He pulls on Freddy's hair, not as hard but with the motion as though he has to prompt him to move with him.]

Imagine. This is gonna be up your ass.

Mmff...

[Dick in his mouth, so far back he might just choke on it, the kid really has no room to talk. He can't confirm or deny those assertions but who honestly needs to know? Larry has the right idea. Fucking Mr. Orange's face, this is the kind of thing he imagined when they first met. Something about the way Mr. White looked, the way he talked, how he moved. Everything. And soon this cock is gonna be up his ass, fuck how Freddy loves taking it up the ass. With Lawrence Dimick he has no problem admitting it.]

Auuhh--

[Somehow he can still breathe even though he's getting a little sloppy with his saliva, but that means Larry's getting thoroughly lubricated right? Freddy takes his hands off the other man to start undoing his own pants. The kid can't take it anymore, either he starts whacking off now or Mr. White bends him over.]

[This is the shit that fills dreams. It's surreal and another day in their lives.]

Okay, tough guy. Get the fuck off of me. Get up.

[Hah. As the authoritative figure he has the right to grab a hold of his wrist with that hand in his pants.]

So you're ready for the next step. I think you're a damn liar, you've done this before.

[Face to face for a moment. Larry roughly rubs away some of the saliva. Is that too tender? The moments gone and he's shoving down the kid's pants completely.]

[Oof. Freddy flashes a brief faux-moment of resentment for the way he pulls his wrist, effectively preventing him from touching himself. Up on his feet Freddy keeps his green eyes narrowed to maintain a semblance of defiance. One of those gestures is clicking his teeth as if he might bite Larry for rubbing away his saliva. It's a sweet gesture, don't get him wrong.]

What if I have? Do you think you can do better, think my ass can't take it?

[Whoa now. His pants dropping down like that show off his own erection, and it's pretty fucking hard. But let that not distract the kid from leaning up eye to eye, to present his challenge. For emphasis he takes hold of Larry's cock firmly and without warning.] I'll have you coming faster than a fuckin' speeding bullet.

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