orangetoughguy | log post II

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.

[Hands in their pockets like it ain't no thing. Freddy doesn't lean away either, letting the distance narrow until they're unmistakably something more than just 'drunk friends' or whatever people want to believe.]

Then you better get me up--[This pause is so intentional it hurts.]--stairs.

[Holy fucking shit. There was a time about a year ago he was burning to only think of touching him like this. That was a time when he believed he was an amazing greenhorn with the worst luck.]

You know that I can. I think I'm gonna start by sucking on about every bit of you.

[His voice trails off as they get to the door. The doorman nods and the automatic doors whisk open and shower them with air conditioning that could house penguins and polar bears. Larry grabs the back of Freddy's collar roughly like he's gonna tell him off. He hisses so that only he can here:]

Elevator. Fast.

[Back then only Freddy knew the truth and the truth was even though they got along well he was resigned to the fact that he couldn't have this man. A fucking felon no matter how nice he was or how the kid imagined his body looked under his shirts and jeans. Time's proved him very wrong on that count. Look how far they've gone, though this is as public as he feels comfortable getting.]

Until I'm red?

[And aching and sensitive and begging for it, he imagines. Oof. That grab makes his posture rigid but it's only for show. As far as everyone else knows the old man's displeased by yet another ambitious brash mistake the greenhorn's made.]

Okay. [Freddy fucking bets the way he says the word like a concession, a submissive gesture, in these circumstances gets Larry hard every time. Into the elevator they go.]

Red as a cherry. [That he's not no more. Not even in the way he looks. The old man can just read what those candy apple eyes are asking, even with this tough guy shadow play.

Larry pushes the button for their floor and then the button to shut the doors. He leans against the wall with his gaze fixed in on Freddy. Once the elevator is in motion he pounces giving the kid one rough kiss to start him on the way to being aching, sensitive and begging for it.

There's some bubble gum pop number on the radio playing. It's shit for giddy teenagers, not pieces of shit with a teenager between em.]

[Even a younger guy---who's really sort of past the age for this kind of discovery nowadays--can still learn a lot in less than a year. He's not cherry not no more and he's got a good grasp on how to properly suck dick, all thanks to Lawrence Dimick. Well, Larry and a couple dirty movies. Either way everyone wins.]

Mmff.

[These hands go straight to clawing suited shoulders like he might be trying to fend the older bigger guy off. They both know better. Freddy purses his mouth only to return the roughness by dragging the edges of his teeth along Larry's bottom lip. Fuck he's good.]

Gettin'--[Groan.] Warmer.

[This age is just right. Old enough to keep up with the big ol' bear and young enough to still be able to feel his way through.. Either way you slice it, not a cherry outside of the color that gets into his face now and then.]

How 'bout now?

[The pointed edges of his teeth make him shiver. A paw claws between the kid's legs to cup and rub.]

How hot are you?

[Ding! Not quite their floor, but they stop the doors are going to open.]

Damn.

[The old man shoves himself off.]

[HEY THERE. The paw that cups between his thighs evokes a not so quiet groan from the kid. If it weren't for the bubblegum pop chiming out one might actually hear him through the doors. It makes for a rude awakening but not one that makes him regret getting hands on either. Huff puff. When they're separated he can only stare at Larry as if to say so fucking soon?! But no, Freddy gets it. Goddamn doors.]

Like Phoenix Arizona.

[How's that for coded language? Freddy runs his fingers through floppy dirty blonde hair, sort of slicking it back except without some pomade or cockgrease those strands just fall right back down. Just play it cool Newendyke.]

[HELLO THERE. Just how he wants the kid. At least without anyone in here.]

I like Arizona.

[An old, old woman comes in slowly and nods to one man than the other. She stretches to touch the top button. Yep. More waiting then. The old man stares at the kid and smiles.]

[Freddy returns a polite smile to the old woman. She may be shorter and gray-haired but who knows what she's capable of; could be an old homes trip to the Strip or she could be some mafioso's mother. Best to play it safe, this means keeping his hands to himself.]

. . . . .

[Too damn long. When their floor finally comes up Freddy puts a hand on Larry's shoulder to usher him out in a shuffled but restrained rush. Shit she's watching as the doors close and the hallway is straight down. Somehow the kid manages to practice true restraint until the thing dings shut. Then flappy hands are reaching out to grab that big old bear of a man and shove him against a wall.]

[Brown eyes were on him the whole time. He thought over trying to pull a conversation out of that kid about the sweltering heat of Arizona, how hard it is to stand that climate. That's just too fucking cruel. Besides his gaze pretty much relays the bottom line, he wants to get all over that kid like a cheap suit.

Ding indeed.

Woah. The force that he's pushed up into the wall makes him feel like some green oaf like The Hulk, except maybe more rough, tough and sinister.]

You wanna piece of me huh?

[His teeth are bared in a grin, not a sneer. Anyone hearing might thing they're in for a row not a fuck.]

I got your piece.

[So much for making it sound like they're in for a row. Now it's Freddy doing the cupping, the grabbing. Turns out the fish can play hard to get for only so long before he's throwing himself onto the boar...or into the bear's maw.]

Which way's it?

[The room, cuz no the kid has no idea. He presses his mouth to the old man's again, hanging onto him more or less.]

[He sucks in a breath so quick that he may pull the kid back into a kiss. Hips tilt into that kids hand. Pant pant. This is a wrestle with a full on oceanic marlin.]

Left. Suit 653.

[Larry has to say it twice because the first time it's into his mouth. Going at it in the hallway would be ideal if he knew no one would walk out.]

Okay.

[Freddy nods between kisses--in the middle of them too. Okay 653...653...whoops wrong direction. He shifts to move down the other side of the hall, finally catching on that the numbers count down, not up, and 651 is before 653, not after. They're close enough though. Hands fish around from the bulge to the pocket, looking to fish out the key...which he promptly puts into his own mouth for Larry to take however he damn wishes.]

[It's an old fashioned key, possibly filthy. Then again, it's Vegas. They gotta run a business and clean all assets of the hotel. The old man takes the kid by the collar, this time close to the tie and pulls him to the correct doorway. Leaning in he runs his tongue along his lips.]

Open says me.

[Reeled on in for another kiss which he gladly gives to the old man.]

Like fuckin' magic.

[Who knows how they can get the door open when they're tangled up like this but somehow someone manages. And it's a fancy room ain't it? The kind with a separate sleeping, living, and bathing area. The kind with floor to ceiling windows and a big old TV. Yeah, run a black light over that shit and see just where people have fucked on each surface. Then again it's The Sahara, they pay top dollar to have each room prepared fresh and clean. Right??]

You're incredible.

[Freddy groans without completing what he means because he could mean incredibly hot, incredibly shrewd, incredibly amazing. All of the above.]

[Door open then slammed shut none too gently. Larry already knows the room is great. Excuse him while he makes himself busy by kissing at Freddy's neck undoing the buttons of his shirt but staying out of the way to let him see the joint. For the price that he's paid there better fucking be a clean room especially when he plans on dirtying it up right and good.]

Yeah, baby? You're pretty fuckin' great yourself.

[He grinds up against his ass while like this.]

Know where you wanna get fucked first? Mmmm?

First? Are you promising more?

[No he's not trying to emphasize the old man's inability to shoot off more than once in an hour, just underscoring the offer because this kid is ready to fucking take it if that's the case. Case in point, he grinds his ass right on back while his own clothes start coming loose, unraveling haphazardly. Freddy's checking the room out too, don't think he is. Comic book over there, Batmobile over here, he wonders if it's possible to fuck around while still wearing the cufflinks and if so does that make him a slut wanting to get fucked in her high heels? Was it any different when he was wearing just a bandana? Shit the things you do when you've long gone without cherry.]

I wanna see the lights.

[Make of that what you will, Lawrence Dimick.]

We got tonight. Tomorrow mornin' after room service breakfast or before we hit the pool. [There's gotta be a pool somewhere if not here. Freddy's tie comes loose and his shirt is undone but not off. The cuff links keep the sleeves together.]

Okay, baby. [Teeth drag at the kid's ear. His belt comes undone now.] You get a cock with a view. Get movin'. [Forward to the sliding glass door. A few steps and Larry lets him finish the trek alone. He grabs one of the chairs from this living room. They're gonna make use of it.]

Edited 2011-07-18 05:45 (UTC)

A pool? [Mmff. Another mouth to mouth pressure.] I don't got trunks. Can't swim--[Another groan.]--naked.

[It's a swanky hotel, swimming nude can probably be arranged. Later though, not now. He can feel cool hair on his belly which quickly becomes cool air on his thighs as his trousers start slipping.]

Okay. I'm goin'. [Freddy 'concedes' and manages not to trip over his own pants as he moves to the glass door. Not to the balcony though, at least not yet. It doesn't occur to him to get fucked over the railing where people could hear them. When he reaches the cool glass he turns around to look Larry straight in the brown eye. What's he gonna do with that chair? Not that it matters much, the kid's peeling off the rest of his pants to reveal his hardened dick. The shirt stays on.] No one told me Vegas could be this fuckin' exciting.

[The word he really means is arousing. He thinks about the amount of carefully concealed cock and ass they saw in those shows too.]

I got money. So do you. We can find em.

[Or they can't. Hah. It was an idea thrown out. They both know how much the old bear likes his sunbathing. Seeing Freddy right against the glass. Why not up against the glass. ]

Oh it sure is. All day and all night.

[Coat off right on the floor. And his shirt. His eyes are roaming all over the kid. Once that's done though he decides to make good on one of those many promises of sucking that kid red by finishing the distance between them on all fours to lick and his knobby knees and continuing up.]

I'm glad you liked what you saw.

[Of the city. Of the old man. Of the shows.]

[Oh he does. The lack of tanlines would be baffling if he didn't already know how Larry manages to get full coverage. Funny how a tough guy like that, complete with wildcat and criminal record, can still keep a couple habits normally attributed to some Hollywood housewife or Miami mistress. Hey maybe that's a way Freddy can feel less like a kept kid.]

Well you'd know better than me.

[Fuck, watching Larry crawl towards him gets his cock rock hard. It's not even so much crawling, Freddy feels like he's being stalked, caught between thick bear paws, and getting tasted before the feast. Each lick sends a damn shiver up and down his spine. His own flappy hands settle on a head of dark brown hair, fingers running through over and over.]

You got good taste, I'll give you that.

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