orangetoughguy | log post II

Are you sayin' you can do without it?

[The work out, only teasing of course. He's rather impressed with the old man's performance not that his own satisfaction was ever under question. Seeing the flowers brings a little smile to Freddy's face. He eases his hold to help himself on the bed and the look he gives Larry when he's on it is unmistakeably expectant (hungry).]

Not a chance. Why would I ever?

[Do without the kid and all the exercise that he gets from being with him and around him. Larry remains standing.]

Take it off, cowboy. This is gonna be it.

[And he's going to make it count. Here they are in the old man's bed. Didn't they fuck on the old man's bed when their apartment only had one room?]

[They sure did, because that room had the only bed and Lawrence Dimick claimed it for himself over 'back issues' which to this day Freddy suspects were exaggerated. Had White claimed the bed out of seniority Orange would have accepted it too but that's in the past now. Shit they've come pretty far since Black Magic Woman. Here he is, the kid on his hands and knees, crawling over to undo the tape while green eyes watch the old man's face for his every reaction.]

Are you ready to go off in there? Ready to fill me up?

[And while he's doing this he'll lean in to lick at the drying mess on Larry's stomach too. The taste is a bit nicotine-tainted but Freddy doesn't give two fucks right now. The things he does for Larry.]

[It's been a long, long trip. Today they were notified that there are plenty of miles ahead of them. What will be next? Five bedrooms? A jacuzzi?

Truth be told his back is not what it used to be. The pain is few and far between except for particularly heavy lifting.

He claimed the bed because Larry didn't want to take any chances in having to take time to explain the nature of his back problems or even attempt to lobby for it after the fact. And certainly the old man would not want to admit that any of this may be age related. He's forty three years young sticking his cock into the able, ready body of a man more than a decade younger than himself..]

I've been ready. Fuck you know how to get a hold on me and pull every drop out of my balls.

[He slowly licks his lips. It's damn near impossible to keep up the collected and cool demeanor with that tongue and breath on his skin. The tape peels away, a few hairs pulled but nothing painful. Coming loose Larry gasps.]

Fuck.

Kiss ass. [He arches a brow with amusement, pulling tape slow and steady.] There.

[Freddy concludes as he balls the tape up...then unceremoniously tosses it on Larry's floor. Flop, this rear is on the mattress once more but he's facing up instead of on all fours. Knees part to show his own cock.]

I'm gonna need to warm up first. [A point to his dick.] And it's not gonna suck itself.

My nose ain't brown is it?

[How satisfying is it to have the truth laid out like that, Freddy? Be honest.

Flop! On his belly first then he scoots to place his face between the kid's thighs.]

Now you want me to suck up.

[Which he will. Gladly. Hot, authoritative son of a bitch. Everyone knows that one way or the other Freddy is gonna get exactly what he wants.]

Huh? [More breath into it so that it can spill over the cock oh so close to his lips. Larry won't even wait for an answer.]

Just asking you to do what you do best.

[He shrugs before laying his own paw over Larry's hair. Fingers weave into it then clutch, urging that warm breath on the tip to be his damn mouth. Yeah they're both gonna get what they want.]

[Mr. White's tongue goes to work with his charm curling beneath the kid's cock as he takes it into his mouth. Brown eyes are on him as he slides up and down. Somehow just being with this man he gets what he wants. It's magic. A few wet slides up and down before he lets the motion of Freddy's hips set the pace if he feels so inclined to fuck the old man's mouth.]

[Not yet but he will be. Freddy's keeping himself steady until he gets fully hard again. At this rate, with this amount of professionalism, it doesn't take long.]

Beautiful, Larry.

[Shit the old man is so so fucking good. He squeezes his thighs around him.]

[Fixed like this its like he's locked in place, like his sole purpose is to sick on this sweet and tangy Mr. Orange. Larry moves to lift each arm over his shoulders to feel the pads of the kid's feet on his back. A little bit longer now.]

I keep this up your ass is gonna get jealous.

[And the old man will gonna blow on all on its own.]

How about I keep you like this so I can see you.

[Wat? Freddy quirks a brow, amused by the way Larry puts that. Really he could just say he's gonna plow him now and the kid would accept it, but it's nice he puts it this way and so expressively too. Freddy can relent. Hell his cock is already up at the ready.]

Okay. You can keep me like this.

[So he can watch Orange's face, watch every twist of lust, glory, affection, and all else. Then he can watch White's face too. Who'd call them schmaltzy for it? They just outgunned their way through zombified Los Angeles and fucked in the kitchen, on the couch, and on the stairs. Freddy leans all the way back to rest on the bed, urging Larry to follow on top of him.]

Ready to plow.

[Hah. Don't think he is incapable of being dirty. After all, aren't they fucking like rabbits? Pulled free Larry keeps Freddy's legs splayed. Now that he's kneeling he positions those legs again before edging back on in once again.

The heavy action today and surviving gets a man's blood going. Shooting zombies and playing heroes too. They're not fuckers to me messed with no matter where the hell they are.]

Oh yeah.

[Hold it, old man. Don't come yet. There he goes again, this time intent to see it through.]

Uh huh.

[Freddy sounds, nodding again, looking up like he's ready to get plowed. Yeah that's still pretty fucking dirty. Even filthier when the old man moves up ripe for the plowing. The kid groans when he goes in, easier than the last time but still damn intense to feel. His expression is nothing short of "So good."]

Goddamn, Larry.... [Rasping, breathing.]

[Easier doesn't mean it doesn't feel fucking amazing. It's the Freddy factor.]

Just getting started again.

[That's a hell of a face. How much more will his brow furrow and his lips curl? Only one way to find out. There the bear goes again, falling into motion.]

Fuck baby that's so damn good.

[Leg hair brushing against his skin. There's that ankle again for him to work on.]

[His arms, freckled here and there, wiry and soft-haired, reach up and back again to anchor onto something that isn't Larry just yet. This way he can look up at the man in all his fucking pistoning glory too. Watch Larry's face as he thrusts to lose himself in his body. Goddamn beautiful.]

Keep fuckin' me baby, don't fuckin' stop Larry.

[There's that tone again, rasped and stretched kind of like his body below the waist. Watching him focus on his ankle makes him delirious. Who knew tough guy feet qualified for a fetish too.]

[Tanned skin against pale and freckled moving and writhing as one. Fucking art literally.]

Not going to.

[Teeth drag over the top of his foot then he latches on. It's because they're Freddy's feet usually hidden in sneakers. They're not bad looking up int he air like they are. How often does he show off his feet and legs though? In case he does he can make up whatever story he wants to explain the marks that'll be around his foot.

Oh fuck. Larry can practically feel pre cum slip. Okay. Better make it worth it. He directly aims for Freddy's prostate.]

[Not often that's for sure, but for Larry he can make exceptions. Big old baggy shorts and a tank top? Sounds like summer clothes to this Newendyke, even though jeans work just as well. He can't show off his marks in jeans.]

Fuck. [A sharp hitch of breath for that particular thrust.] G-get on me, tough guy.

[Those flappy hands are less flappy and more clawing for something, anything. Right now Freddy wants Larry's back, to make marks for marks. It's only fair.]

[Larry listens like a good old dog. He fixes Freddy's legs about his waist before pressing about chest to chest. Yeah, this motherfucker wants to be held as he is on the verge of bursting. If his skin is starting to sting after each strike he can only imagine how the kid is fairing. None of it is bad enough to stop. No damn way.]

Oh shit baby. I'm so fucking-- [pant pant sorry if he's about frothing at the mouth. Wait. What was he saying? Ah, it doesn't matter.]

Fucking right. Fuck.

[The bed's not crashing into the wall or anything, that would just be too Kryptonian, but it's been a pretty rough ride and he fucking loves it. Freddy's fingers dig into Larry's back now. He doesn't have enough leverage to push back with his hips however Larry's plowing right into him just fine. Fuck. His back arches, pushing them chest to chest.]

Come on old man, come. [His teeth drag along Larry's jaw.]

[It feels like it should be noiser than this. All the sounds that matter though are the ones that the man makes. The motion of his balls swinging almost hurts. This is fucking in. Larry doesn't even have any words at all. He just comes. Blame it all on the teeth and how Freddy's lips feel against stubble. It takes his whole body over into a shaking mess. Breathe Dimick don't forget to breathe.]

That's it baby, keep comin'.

[Funny how Freddy talks as if he's the one doing all the topping, all the plowing. His fingers move from the old man's back into his hair, clutching once again and breathing hard against him like he might be fucking dying.]

[Freddy's the producer and director. Larry's content to do the manual labor. It's a hard job and worth it. Oh shit he feels like there's still more fucking streaming. No more than the average amount but after holding it at bay there's no stopping.

Grunting. Groaning. He'll grind into the man like he means to coat his insides too.]

Goddamn beautiful motherfucker. [Huff puff.]

[Shit if it didn't sound so medical he'd tell Larry he's more than welcome to do just that to his insides. Green eyes squeezed shut he can feel that hot load but Freddy's not on the verge of coming either just yet. That's the drawback of going for seconds or double dipping...or is it a perk? Freddy's already thinking of how to finish himself off, like in Larry's mouth.]

Good man.

[A kiss to his cheek. With a good mouth too.]

[Phew. Gotta catch his breath. That sweet kiss on his cheek is more like one for the porch rather than the backseat at the drive in.]

All on you baby.

[Or in him rather. The old man shifts so that he can take a hold of Freddy who is still pretty hard.]

What's it gonna be my man?

Mmm...

[Sure, if the porch was in San Francisco, the drive-in can be anywhere though. That paw on his cock makes the kid stiffen up, yeah more so than he already is.]

In your mouth, hotshot. [Hah, he called him hotshot.]

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