log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[orangetoughguy]

[He's giving him that look. That. Look. But he's got to keep his hands to himself because yeah, they got things to do. Well Larry does at least. And he can't go to work smelling like a barn. Oh but fuck Freddy can feel those brown eyes, those paws, those lips. He's ripe for the kissing. Oof. Behind the stall door the kid puts his own paws on thick firm biceps, clawing downward one side to a wildcat.]

Cause I'm a fuckin' professional.

[Huff puff. He pulls Larry in for another kiss. Just kissing, just making out. Kid's stuff. It's cool.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Let's not knock the kid through the door.]

Riding high in the saddle huh?

[Oh man. He's pulled in. It's that easy. Scrape of teeth on his lip before following with his tongue. Don't run too hot. That's like saying don't breathe. A bit of self control can go a long, long way though. Arms around the kid to hold him. No roamin' hands or rushin' fingers today.]

Remind me 'bout this when I get home.

[And Freddy's awake. Gulp.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Back pressed to the wood he's probably getting a splinter or two in his clothes, dust and hay, kind of a mess.]

Uh huh.

[Teeth and tongue scraping now. He pushes his into Larry's mouth and parts his own, trying to draw the other man in. Fuck yes a man's tongue, all muscle and hardness in his t-shirt, his jeans. Don't spring a hard one now Newendyke. He keeps his hips pressed to the door. Any grinding would be fatal. Whew.]

O-okay. Yeah, I'll remind you. [Orange nods once, twice. He's got some honest sly parting words for the old man but later, not now.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Three, two, one and he pushes off. Damn. Was that ever difficult. It's like saying no to an earned portion of a cut on a heist or a little white bag of powder. Sure, it's possible to say no but no cakewalk. Freddy's intoxicating. The lingering taste on his tongue and smell in his nose is heady and Larry makes him that way.]

You wanna handle the drive back?

[Since he can without a doubt handle a four wheel ride without any problems whatsoever.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Whew. That was getting a little too hot to handle. Learn some self-control, Newendyke.]

I can handle a car just fine thanks.

[Look at that they're finally separated but Freddy's reaching into Larry's pocket unceremoniously...to pull the keys out of course.]

[whitetwoguns]

Good.

[Just when he's feeling real good about moving out he can practically feel each key come on out of his pocket.

And he's right on in for the kill or kiss rather. Fuck fuck fuck.]

Cool as motherfucker.

[More teeth, more tongue. Everbody be cool. It's like a robbery.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh shit how are they gonna make it to the car now? Freddy gets his limbs tangled in Larry's, fortunately the keys don't drop. Amidst the kissing and nipping somehow he tries to at least get them out of the doorway.]

Don't wanna be late.

[Kiss. Breathe.]

The sooner you're there... [Lick.] The sooner you clock out. Come on home.

[Nip.]

To me. Watchin' some dirty movies while you're gone. [Oh he spoiled the surprise for Lawrence Dimick. Oh well.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Amazing, ballsy son of a bitch. The old man just can't get enough. Okay in the doorway now. He exhales loudly out of his nose and lets himself be assaulted by that lick and nip.]

Then you'll really be in for it. That's a fucking promise.

[To emphasize his point he grabs a hand full of Freddy's ass and squeezes.]

Get to the fucking car man.

[Now he'll pull away. Gotta get the show on the road somehow.]