orangetoughguy | log post II

[When is he not? That kid always is. Always.]

Course. That's one of the things you gotta do here. Outside of gambling. [Which is a no brainer. Out on the street he grins. No more reason to hide since everyone's paying attention to other shit. Fuck does he love seeing Freddy in a suit.] The one's I got in mind might have to pound some ground.

[He slows up to take out a smoke.]

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[Does he love seeing Freddy in a suit trying to put on cufflinks while walking and not dropping them? He hasn't lost a link yet but neither has he managed to put them on right.]

Whatcha got in mind?

[Listen to this kid engage the old man in conversation, maybe to distract Larry from his own unrefined ineptitude. Whoops almost lost a cufflink there.]

[The old man is right here to help. No worries at all. Watch, kid. He's gonna do this one for ya. And without a shred of scorn. Not many bastards wear cuff-links anymore.]

They got some with dancers and shit. Lots of neat things.

[The farther down the Strip, the dirtier. Say, is the Underground cursed? Now he's getting ideas. The night is young enough still.]

Trust me.

[There's something utterly intimate about getting his cufflinks done in public. It's like when a boyfriend fixes a girlfriend's earring or something, not that Freddy considers himself the latter. Fucking hardly. But the metaphor stands...it feels personal yet most everyone else is too self-absorbed to see it and understand. Fucking perfect.]

Okay. [He gives a small kind of secretive smile.] I trust you.

[Famous last words because a good three shows later the kid's walking out through the red blinking doorway with a look of shock still fixated on his mildly freckled face.] It's gotta be magic or some mutant gene, it's not humanly possible to do that.

[Except Freddy just saw it so...]

[Earrings or cuff links, it's a display of comfort. What they got is comfortable. It's worth shaking things up now and then with an off the wall show. Larry swaggers out, laughing incredulously. It's been some fucking time since he had seen one. A man doesn't forget but witnessing it with someone else...]

You saw it with your own eyes, my man.

[Pat pat right on the back.]

It's some fucking illusion that's what it is.

[He's convinced because the size of that thing and the size of her and him and the it? Yeah. Fucking crazy. It's a good end to a round of shows though. Those first two left him feeling a little squirmy in his seat for various reasons. The last managed to ease it all a bit by sheer outrageousness ironically. There's just something about seeing this stuff in a group of people that makes Freddy Newendyke feel dirty.]

We saw what we saw. I'd rather not get hands on. That'd be the only way to tell though.

[Now he'll bump. It's what? Almost four am? It's safe to be touching on the kid here and now in the underground. It's what he's been dying to do all night. Why else would he take him to not one, not even two shoes but three with as much skin and content.]

Did you not like that one?

[Bumped, the kid just shakes his head with a soft laugh.] Believe me seeing was enough.

[Then he bumps the old man back before giving a shrug.] I don't regret it, I mean, I can say I've seen it with my own eyes now.

You sure as hell can. Don't let anyone tell you they don't exist.

[The red light district is plenty active. People pass them on the sidewalk. The old man keeps his eyes peeled for pick pockets. If they walk closer together he can keep better track of both pockets.]

So. What did you like? I wanna know. Anything you'd try yourself?

Not the last thing.

[Just thinking about it makes him shudder mentally. Other stuff thought...the kid has an idea what the old man is getting at but he'll play harder just because he can.]

What, you mean like swinging my dick around in sequins and shit?

Good because livestock is hard to get around here. That lady isn't gonna share.

[Laughing now, like it's nothing. No bites yet? Huh.]

That first part sounds okay. We could get sequence if you're hung up on it.

Haha you're real funny no thanks.

[Fishing for a bite is harder than it looks ain't it? But the bait was long since taken, now Larry just has to reel this sucker in and part of the thrill is the suspense, right?]

You wanna put diamond tassels on while you're at it, cause I saw you studying those moves.

I know for a fact that there's big cock in this town.

[Casual, cool. Dirty talk after a dirty show is particularly easy. That's the norm for them as it is. Still a sin though, huh so it's perfect for Sin City.

One way or the other he'll have fish tonight and eat like a king. Now he'll hold tight, and enjoy every tilt and sway of the boat.]

It can be arranged. We got diamonds, after all. Only if you can shake em while being drilled.

What gives you that idea?

[Oh he's daring Larry to point his own dick out. Literally if they're going to be so close about it. Normally Freddy would be a bit apprehensive about this kind of contact but they're in Sin City, they just walked out of a dirty as fuck show. What's two men pressed side to side compared to a donkey show?

The challenge of holding the line is going really well until Larry says that. Suddenly Freddy's cheeks feel warm.]

I don't know...I don't think I'm that good. [Hey Newendyke what the hell! What happened to being fucking Baretta??]

[The Underground to the Strip is a walk. It's tempting not to pull out all of the stops for a quick, hard fuck in the alley but they got the goddamn hotel room that is sure as hell not free.]

I'm right here, ain't I? That's one. You're here. That's two. And I think there's at least four or five accurate Elvis impersonators.

[We all know how the old man feels about those. Especially Freddy.]

Practice makes perfect. How about we lose the tassels entirely and get you fixed up with something flat. People do that these days. I guess at tattoo parlors.

[A sideways glance and the old man knows he's reeling in some of the line. Not too fast now.]

[Thankfully this boat's cruising from the muddy waters to the clearer rushing streams above. As much as Freddy's down for a quick back alley fuck there's a plush room to enjoy to its fullest.]

Whoa whoa wait. Four or five? You want me to fuck four or five Elvises at the same time? Sorry, I gotta draw the line somewhere. At least throw me Diamond Dave or something.

[He's kidding. Honestly. It's an easy way to get over the feeling of a blush on his face. As for the flatness and tattoo parlors, just thinking about the implication makes him shiver...and also makes his nipples hard.]

[If memory serves the old man correctly there are mirrored doors to be utilized, big beds, the balcony...]

I haven't seen a Diamond Dave to give you. And I think you're jumping the gun right there if you believe that the four or five Elvises would get on you all at once.

[Arm around his shoulders like good, good (drunk) friends.]

Finding four or five would take quite an effort seeing as I left my tape measure at home. I'm happy knowing they're out there.

[Larry notices how his little piercing idea was 'ignored' privately he thinks that would be a perfect place to hide diamonds.]

[Touch him the right way and maybe he'll feel it wasn't that ignored. To actually do it though? That has to be a joke. Something about body piercing is immensely arousing--just as doing anything to his nipples is arousing as long as it's temporary. Shift the focus to piercing his own body though and it gets sketchy. So much for having balls.]

So what are you saying they wouldn't want me? I ain't even good enough for Mistress Maybel?

[He has no problem looking at Larry from under a heavy firm nice and comfortable arm bearing a brand new ivory cuff link.] Make up your mind.

[Oh yeah, Freddy's doing his best to provoke this fisherman to drastic measures.]

[The old man is feeling daring and stupid. He pats the kid's chest underneath his jacket to touch on him more. Wait a second. Huh. Two more pats to be sure then he's business as usual-ish. Let's not get out of hand so soon.]

Woah now. I know they'll want a bit of you. One look and they now you're a highroller exactly where it counts. Half the time a guy doesn't know whether or not they want to be the dealer or fold to you.

[Kinda like this fisherman who is trying not to drop the line and go in with both paws to grab this fish.]

[Freddy doesn't pull away nor does he draw further attention to the touch, but since Larry is pawing him it's obvious his back is stiffening up just like his chest. Keep at it and it'll be below the belt too.]

One look? This face?

[The kid puts on his most dumbfuck transplant from a smalltown expression.] So what call are you gonna make, tough guy.

[In the wild bears pretty much snatch their fish with their paws.]

[One victory at a time. Feels like the kid might already have diamonds on him.]

Uh huh. That face. That nose. The'll be checking your feet too. Pants depending on what kid you wear.

[Larry doesn't slow but he looks long at this kid. Yeah, like the kind of looks he was just talking about. It's like watching a rainbow trout's scales shimmer under the surface of the water. He could reach out and touch the prize except it's never that simple.

The old man licks his lips like he's hungry and leans to whisper low enough so that only Freddy can hear:]

I'm going to drag you up stairs to the room and mount you on my dick. Just me and you and this city.

Nobody's allowed to handle my feet.

[Except for one Lawrence Dimick. Walking this closely Freddy can feel Larry's brown eyes on him like they're actual fingertips taking the softest steps all around his face, down his neck, across his form. Yeah, he's well aware and after the whisper Orange would be an idiot to play dumb. Again his face starts warming, he can't say he wasn't expecting some form of upping the ante either.]

You better get a move on then before the sun comes up.

[Freddy suggests, not wanting to waste anymore time they could be spending in that plush rich expensive suite. Green eyes are darting around though to see if anyone's watching, listening.]

Easy there. I thought you liked that shit. [Hands off for now to hold up as though utterly innocent.] You got it, chief. What else? Keep em' comin'.

[Commands, requests. Whatever will make him a willful, wriggling fish on the line. Don't snatch him up just yet. The Sahara is in sight. Thank fucking God.]

...do you wanna head start? I'm gonna get you one way or the other.

[Like that song by the only Blondie he wants to cross paths with.]

No, I don't want anyone swinging by and taking up what's mine. There are thieves around.

A headstart? Right now? [Pshaw.] That'd be too easy for you.

[Freddy says most nonchalantly. His steps haven't gotten any faster or any slower. He wants to see Larry wriggle and struggle only because...because he can and it pleases the kid mmkay? Come on it won't be long, that hotel's already in sight.]

How badly do you wanna touch me right now?

[Oh yeah, he asked. In a whisper to the old man's ear of course.]

Easy for me. Hn.

[Both hands in his pockets he forces himself to slow. Breath and words tickling his ears beeline right to his groin. He even stops when Freddy says that. The old man looks to the left and right and then closes the distance between them to answer back.]

Real, real bad, baby. I wanna get all the fuck over you.

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