orangetoughguy | log post II

[Would he really kiss him on the cheek in the last few minutes of daylight on the porch before saying goodnight if it was in San Francisco? It's a damn rosy picture from here. Sure as hell out of place in the minds of two men who spend the day dealing out headshots as needed to walking, rotting flesh. These same guys look dirty enough to be considered half black in some states.]

Alright, stud.

[Sealed with a kiss. Now Larry wills himself to move right back where they started. Though this time he starts with the kid's sack.]

[Yeah about the porch...hold that thought because...yeah. The kid's got a couple issues with something so rosy and good and...fuck was that what they could have gone to had LA not been a wasteland? Is that what Larry wants? Don't think about it, Newendyke. Fortunately he's not because no one's saying any of this outloud.]

Aren't you sweet?

[Freddy breathes, giving just the slightest smirk as he sits up to stroke Larry's hair again.] Real fuckin' sweet...

[He says that last part with more affection.]

[All Larry wants is to find a way to be with this man. It's not gonna be the same. That's the hardest pill to swallow in the heap. They won't be able to go out for tacos at the drop of a hat at the end of the day. Falling asleep together and staying the whole night will be out of the question. It's tough shit for even tough guys.]

Mmm hmm.

[Licking first then sucking on skin and carefully fitting at least one ball into his mouth. May as well enjoy now for all that it has to offer.]

[Now now who said it's out of the question? It'll just be harder to achieve...somehow. Yeah.]

Enjoyin' every piece?

[Freddy asks like it's no thing, like they're discussing tacos or something equally casual instead of a blow job.]

[Falling asleep next to this wiry body is private, treasured luxury.]

Uh huh.

[Let it slip out of his lips he runs his tongue up to the base of Freddy's cock. Then up the shaft. Savoring as he would those tacos.]

[Maybe a beef burrito is more appropriate if they're going to go with mexican food metaphors, not that Freddy is of any mind to criticize. The kid's still stroking that hair, a little grayer here at the temples and top but nothing overt. Lawrence Dimick is still one handsome motherfucker.]

That's it baby, put the whole thing in your mouth. Please?

[Yes, he said the p-word even though Freddy's also turning that stroking back into a firm urgent clutch. Mainly if he doesn't comply he might just have to force the old man's mouth on him. 'Force.']

[As long as there's all American beef in that burrito.]

What's that?

[Playing deaf and rude even in the face of that beautiful please. Larry licks again and keeps his jaw open. That's an invite. Feed him, Freddy.]

I said, put it in your mouth and suck it.

[Well if that's how he wants to play Freddy sure as hell won't complain. Gripping that hair he pulls Larry's face down while pivoting his hips up. He won't go the whole way just yet but that's half his shaft already disappearing into Larry's mouth.]

[Eyes lock with those green candy apple eyes as his tongue flicks against that half a shaft.]

Mmmmm.

[Damn right that's how he wants to play. Just because this'll be Freddy's second and last blow doesn't mean it's gonna be quick and easy. These men are veterans of an undead war.]

Keep doin' that. Ride me with your mouth, baby.

[Freddy curls a leg around Larry, letting his heel rest on the old man's back. It runs up and down in short idle strokes. Does it work like a massage?]

So I can...come in it. [Oh now he's getting there.]

[Deeper, harder. The next time will be Freddy's ride. Not like a massage it pretty much is a massage which brings to attention that without that kind of a rubbing it is not feeling so hot....which is not a big deal. Nope. Not really. He does moan around that cock.]

Fuck, old man.

[He's gonna be the death of Freddy Newendyke (if only the kid knew how true that really is). Thighs clenching and hands gripping he pushes Larry farther down on him, not at all with any intent to choke the guy but, well, who can blame Orange for getting a little overzealous? He's so damn close he's starting to leak.]

[He'll go there. It's like he's been placed in some vice. Wiry hair against his face and the unmistakable testosterone on all size. There's the salty taste in his mouth too. Don't cough old man. Take it. Saliva slips a little through the seal of his mouth.]

Here it comes, baby.

[There. The least he can do is warn Larry. However the warning precedes the action by only a second as the kid starts coming. Less writhing, more hugging, touching, and squeezing. His green eyes are narrowed from the intensity and his heel is digging. If only he knew how that back was doing, Larry always looks rock solid from the outside.]

Hnnnnnngh!

[The big rock solid body was focused on what was gonna fill his mouth. Heels though. It's a step in the wrong direction from pleasure. Come on, old man. Easy. He didn't mean it. And a few more seconds. Larry focuses on how Freddy's face looks how he contorts and moves. Deep breathes and it's good. He's good. That tang right on down his throat.]

[Whoops. Now his brows knit in genuine concern for the old man...but he doesn't actually say anything until after he feels every drop leave his body. Fortunately for Larry that isn't very much on his second round. The offending foot comes back down to the bed, though he's unaware the foot is the problem.]

Sorry.

[He says sheepishly, not quite sure what was overdoing it except maybe deepthroating the old man.]

[Slow. Easy. Take your time. Swallow. Breathe. Freddy's cock slips out.]

That's okay baby. It's okay.

[Larry plants a kiss at his hip before he slowly crawls back up to the pillow.]

You sure?

[He loosens his grip but still encourages the old man to crawl up to the pillow so they can lay face to face. He'll kiss him too to share the not-so-palatable flavor.]

Uh-[The huh gets lost in Freddy's mouth. Staying still and with his head propped to the pillow it is safe to say he'll make it. Just needs to take it easy. It's safe to say there won't be any zombie hunting in his future. And no way they'll be getting back to their place and city anytime soon.]

Okay.

[Freddy accepts that half answer. When he pulls away it's only to break the kiss. They're still pretty much nose to nose. It's a calm peaceful moment after a fucked up day and now they're back in a crazy place that isn't home but it's become a home away from home. Shit that's sentimental.]

I didn't think it was that big. [The kid quips, because he can.]

Oh yeah. So fucking big down there.

[Here, he'll put a paw on it.]

Was your daddy a nigger?

[Yeah we can just bulldoze over all that sentimentality and be fucking assholes a while. That nose so close to his nose is the one he loves so damn much.]

[Putting a paw on it as it goes down in swelling? That's just unfair.]

Nope. I don't have a drop of big hulking black man in me. [Freddy shakes his head before adding:] Too bad huh?

[Toucan play at this game.]

[Hey. He was the one that made it swell and unswell. How is that unfair?]

You'd like that wouldn't you?

[No, really. Larry is beginning to believe that Freddy has his own kind of jungle fever.]

I'm not complaining or anything.

[Have a big old shrug, Lawrence Dimick. If Freddy has any kind of fever it's only fueled by what he has for Mr. White first. Anything else is just additional seasoning.]

Oh right.

[He won't push it instead he'll be planting small wet ones on his face as though he didn't just pound him into a majority of flat surfaces.]

Welcome back, Mr. Orange.

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