orangetoughguy | log post II

I gotcha.

[Oh shit those fingers feel so good on him, Larry has to know the effect his paw has on Freddy no matter how it's touching or where. He writhes under it like a goddamn animal, wanting to be petted, craving the attention and encouragement.]

I'm your baby.

[He utters into his skin during the comedown. Freddy thrusts less and less until it's only a grind again.]

So good.

[With a less frantic pace, the old man holds himself off of the wall with his elbows. One paw in his hair, one paw on his ass.]

Goddamn right you are my baby.

[Larry grinds back lazily in his way. He feels drugged and it's great. Here's his own personal heroin.]

[Freddy goes so far as to kiss Larry's cheek, just once, but a kiss to the cheek no less.]

That was good.

[He adds in agreement and pats the old man's rear while he's at it. The shower gives them a quick rinse, perfectly convenient. Nevermind the fact that Freddy here barely soaped himself up. He can do that tomorrow morning. Larry doesn't think he grooms himself like a kid too does he? Regal nose to wet peppering hair, Orange smiles.]

Told you I'd catch up.

[After all that the exit is nice and easy now.]

I'll never doubt you again, kiddo.

[As though he did at all. Can they kiss now? The old man wants to badly. One like the movies. And if Freddy thinks that Larry's gonna let him step out without at least a surface scrub he has another thing coming.]

Thanks for the night out.

[Freddy quirks a brow and leans back just enough to get a good look at Larry.]

You doubted me before?

[He's close enough for an old man to claim a kiss though. Oof but first he slowly slowly eases out of that hard wet body.] It was my pleasure, Larry.

[And his chin is on that shoulder again.]

[And he feels so so so empty now. There's still that pooled warmth in his stomach.]

Kidding.

[Larry slowly turns but still welcomes the kid to lean on him. From here he'll start washing his back.]

I love ya.

[He said those three rare words in the most casual way possible. Freddy's impressed.]

Well I love fucking you.

[The kid replies with an ever so casual lean in of nose to nose. He doesn't outright speak the words but his mouth moves to form the words I love you too. Especially when Freddy doesn't have to even give himself a bath.]

[Those three words are on his mind far more than the other three.]

You better.

[Rough and tough like tough he has to move his mouth in I love you before smothering it in a kiss. Scrub his back, shoulders and ass. A little push and he'll get his chest and stomach.]

We better hurry up before you're as wrinkled as me.

[And the water stops running as hot.]

Mmm. [He sounds between kisses and for the rubbing motion. It feels good, good enough to probably skip shampoo since the floppy hair up top seems to manage itself fine.]

You're not that wrinkled.

[Note Freddy didn't say he wasn't wrinkled at all, because he's not, and Freddy happens to like it that way. Those lines around Larry's eyes tell emotion as much as they do his age. When he's happy or enchanted, the kid can usually tell just by reading those lines.]

I dunno. All this nice treatment.

[Freddy doesn't even need to turn off the water. The old man is on it. Though is arm remains on him.]

Know what? I think you want something.

[One of those eyes are shut, the other is looking right at the kid. It's all a joke. Though he knows the kid is honest in his statement. Yep. Newendyke isn't a liar.]

Buttering me up.

[There's a towel for his shoulder.]

[While Larry is doing all that Freddy shakes his head much like a dog would to rid his hair of water. Suspicious old bastard ain't he? The kid mirrors the expression to show his own skepticism of Larry's skepticism. Fff.]

Me? If I wanted something I would've blown you.

[Of course it's a joke and so is Orange's reply to it. For the most part. He uses that towel to fluff his torso.]

Oh. You did. [Larry grabs another towel to put over the kid's head to dry it though there are water splatters now on the mirror and the sink. Ruffle ruffle as though he's a dog.] On the other end though.

[Larry pulls up the towel away to dry himself and see the kid's reaction to that.]

Now I think you know somethin'.

[About a certain R/C purchase.]

Yeah, well. You liked it--[Ftffhthtbhb yeah rub that in, old man. Freddy shakes his head under the ruffling because now he's the one who can't see.] What're you talkin' about?

[Wait. A green eye narrows at Larry.] What'd you do?

I sure did. You did a damn good job.

[The corners of his eyes wrinkle as they smile. He turns away but the kid can still catch his reflection in the mirror as he combs it back into order.]

Oh. Nothin'.

[Still smiling. Since it's only them he steps out of the bathroom now in the buff. Feel free to follow kid.]

........

[Freddy dries himself off a little more then sets a towel aside while the other one stays around his neck. This is their home, they'll walk naked whenever they feel like it. Of course not all the curtains and blinds are drawn oops.]

Hey what are you talking about?

[The foxhound prods while trotting after the bear.]

[They're up high. Besides, they've done it how many times in broad daylight? The curtains are in various states of open and shut. No rhyme or reason other than preference at the time. Larry is walking into his room.]

Why don't you tell me? I was trying to keep a secret.

[Closet doors open now. He gets his robe first but there's a pretty prominent box sitting in there. Unwrapped.]

How am I supposed to tell you? I don't know anything.

[Freddy argues. Er, wait that came out funny. Flappy hands gesture here and there.] I don't know anything about whatever you're talking about--

[Hey. What's that? The kid tries to edge his way in to peer at the bright box in the closet.]

[Slippers on now. And he ties his robe.]

About this?

[He pushes it on over very carefully.]

Since the jig is up, go ahead and look.

[Arms cross and he pretends to be pissed off. In reality he wants to see whether or not it works as well as it says it does. Probably won't walk and roar on carpet. Though it is a dinosaur they call it Grimlock.]

[Just keep watching, Lawrence Dimick. Green eyes are getting brighter as his jaw drops a little lower.] ...Grimlock.

[Flappy hands are on that box and putting it on a table or something, somewhere he can see better and marvel.] An RC Grimlock. Where'd you get him Larry?

[Yes, Grimlock has a gender and personality.]

[Then this is a toy jackpot like he was hoping it would be. Excellent.]

I keep an eye out for shit like this.

[And an ear to the ground at the casino when someone's talking up some impressive spend for a kid. Same difference now except this kid is above average in many ways.]

He a keeper?

[Because the old man is ever a receipt keeper.]

He's totally a keeper.

[Now watch this kid take the box and head on downstairs. Still naked. An RC Grimlock needs room to roar around you see. Er, wait, Freddy goes back up those few steps he took to bring the box back to Larry.]

Thanks. [And back on his way down.]

[And off he goes. The pride of achievement keeps him from the large loss of company. It's all part of the gift giving. Living like this he could treat Freddy to gift everyday. They only have so much room.

And part of it is the surprise...right? They haven't run out of those. Not yet.]

Welcome.

[Besides, he's following along. How is it supposed to work.]

I don't think he came with a city so you're gonna have to figure out what he'll smash on your own. You should write em and ask for a tiny Japan.

Grimlock's not like that, he's got an aggressive streak but he's an Autobot, not a Decepticon.

[Pay attention, Larry. He's pretty sure the old man is following him too. Awk. Oh look who's awake. Freddy sets the box down on the floor to go and release the toucan first. He's still doing everything pretty naked. E-e-ee-e-e-e. The toucan croaks then flaps over...to perch on Larry's shoulder.]

So he's a nice guy.

[None of those other words made a lick of sense.]

Your kind of a guy.

[Say, does Freddy own any villains? All of those figures need to fight a foe of some kind.

Three is company now with the bird. And isn't he bright eyed and bushy tailed for this hour. Ever since that world hopping bullshit he seems as fine and birdlike as ever. Pink must be on something. Or maybe seeing all those zombified ugly sons of bitches that look so much like himself knocked a screw loose. The old man shows no fear at having that beak so close to his face.]

Y'sure you like it?

He's not nice exactly, he's Grimlock. "Me Grimlock, smash." See? [Freddy points to a speech bubble on the corner of the box professing Grimlock's awesome powers of dino beatdown.] But he's kind of a good guy yeah.

[The kid lets the old man have that one. Meanwhile Sam's watching Freddy, probably mimicking Larry.]

Like it? Get outta here I fucking love it, man. [Ririritrooop. That's the sound of a Newendyke opening a box and taking a toy out like a pro. Hey wait. He sets the Dinobot still tied to its interior packaging aside.] Do you want something?

[Toucan play at that game.]

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