orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

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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.

[They're both kept and spoiled rotten. The old man has had the pleasure of calling the shots because the kid lets him. Freddy's absolutely capable, he's not as large of a greenhorn as he leads people to believe.]

I think you could learn. [If this were the real Vegas they could live here for months, maybe even years before anyone found them out. The only places that are worse are New York and Los Angeles.]

So do you.

[The old bear is on his knees now and is fastening himself to Freddy's upper thigh. The view is great from down here. He sees that impressive protruding fin and ignores it for now. Lube sits between Freddy's feet on the floor. Since his hands are free, Larry takes himself out.]

[Months and years sound like a real fucking dream, but the reality is this kid would want to escape Sin City now and then to see other people, other places. Of course he'd always like for Larry to come with him. Shit that's not the kind of thinking one ought to have even though it'll be a year soon. A whole fucking year christ.]

You think so?

[Again with the fingers stroking through his thick hair. It may be graying but it ain't thinning. That's what matters to some people right? Freddy Newendyke included. Seeing Larry down there makes him lick his lips. What's he gonna do next? What's he gonna do with that? Green eyes almost fucking gleam at the sight or maybe it's just light reflecting on the glass or something. Yeah.]

Who needs fuckin' sequins. [An offhand remark. Those guys in their leather and stones looked good, sure, but Lawrence Dimick here, Mr. White, looks great as is.]

I don't think. I know so. I've seen how much you've learned.

[That's what makes his eyes so brilliant even if they aren't gleaming. Green eyes of his are a natural color with the power of the whole damn Strip. That must be why he wants to see those lights while he's getting fucked, then huh? Oh. And the terrific view from their suite.[

Not when you plan on takin' em off. Or would you wanna leave em on? [Larry's on his feet but he dips his head to wrap his lips around a nipple to suck then bite.] Diamonds right here? [It's a stupid, lewd idea. Punks and prostitutes do that, right now in the eyes of the old man the kid is a turbo charged hybrid of both.

The shirt stays on. So do Larry's--no Freddy's cuffs.]

Heck no. All that shit flashing around. Being shiny. Movin' like reflectors while you're fucking. Bells and whistles is what that shit issssss...

[That flapping jaw shuts to sound a hiss when Larry's mouth closes on him. Jesus Christ, these hands are clawing down from hair to shoulders and down to thick firm forearms still covered in sleeves.]

Baby that's good... [Code for he wants more but is not at liberty to beg. Yet.]

Don't like flashing. Got it.

[What his words don't say those clawing hands sure do. Larry pretends he doesn't understand. He has to stoop some to get the lube and pretends to be distracted only a moment by the way Freddy's cock brushes against his thigh. No touching. Just looking before pulling up right.]

Missed one.

[Nipple that is. Yep, kid. The stakes are high and he wants a little begging. Hopefully the glass behind them is sturdy.]

[That near barest touch has him arching his hips up just hoping to rush against Lawrence Dimick. It's a failure, the old man is just too damn good, holding this kid out on a line. Fortunately it's a strong one and Freddy's well convinced this line won't ever snap. At least not while they get to live so fucking carefree in this city.]

Oh shit.

[He shudders when he goes for the other side. The glass seems pretty sturdy and though it was cold moments ago his body has fast warmed up this panel.] Y-you brought me here for a reason right?

[Orange is trying to ease into it.] To give me somethin' I won't forget? [White did that almost a year ago, actually, and he's been doing it for Freddy whether he knows it or not since then.]

Uh huh.

[Aw fuck it. The old man is growing tired of his own waiting game. Reel in the big fish. His mouth pulls off of Freddy's skin and almost pops.]

Turn around and look at your lights.

[Here, the old man will help too. Keeping his touch as sparse and effective as possible he aids the kid's turning. And then moves his feet apart.]

Beautiful.

[Both hands move over the curve of his ass before giving it a solid strike.]

[HAH. ORANGE WINS. Except his victory celebration is short-lived as he turns--is turned--around to face the city lights. And fuck is it lit up for 4am. It's beautiful. Freddy places his hands flat to the glass, wishing there was a mirror too so he can see Larry behind him. He imagines his face, his hands, the way he's going to prepare him with expert precision. How did a loser like Freddy Newendyke get to know someone so fucking amazing? He wonders that sometimes.]

They're--

[Great. Yeah like the tiger mascot, but that solid strike cuts him off. It draws a sharp hiss from the kid and this time he does look over his shoulder to 'glare' at Larry.]

You better fuck as hard as you hit. [It's been long enough a remark like that's no longer treading sensitive territory, right?]

[Everyone is a winner. That's how it goes. Larry doesn't dive in just yet. Can't let the kid take the victory lap so soon. Fingers are slick and cleaning this fish before the gutting.]

Oh, I will.

[First finger all the way until the knuckle. Enough to get him ready.]

Like all the neon? [Now the old man is lined up against him.]

[It's as if his fucking finger is pushing the sound out of him. Each fraction of a distance gained is a stretched vowel from his mouth, some unintelligible sound that more or less indicates how fucking good it feels to be prepped...but it could be better. Bigger.]

What?

[Oh yeah Freddy was admiring the lights. He nods his head twice, thrice, a little too eagerly just like his hips are eagerly edging back against Larry.] Love it. Great view.

[Paws on the kid's hips to hold him steady as he slips on in steadily. Not too fast old man. The kid could take him gunning forward, there ought to be warning. Since he "won" he can wait it out until the joint is really shaking like all those clubs still are. Sunrise is two hours away or something.]

We could get a closer look on the balcony.

[Could. His voice is strained. It's been a long wait until now.]

[There we go. The kid narrows his eyes and groans low for the pushing.] That's it, get all up in me--

[Aw shit aw hell he brought it up. Freddy was thinking about it, having the cool air on his face, over his shoulders, while Larry holds him down for a good thorough fucking. But people will hear them won't they? That is, if they're awake. But this is Sin City, people are bound to be awake. On the other hand Larry did check in with an alias so getting thrown out ain't no thing. Damnit.]

It's d-dangerous...

[Freddy concludes...as he reaches over to undo the latch on the glass door.]

[Low groans from Freddy, growls from Larry. It isn't going to be a quiet fucking. Not when they've had to behave themselves so long.]

Right up your ass.

[Entirely sheathed he kisses above Freddy's collar.]

I know. We'll be careful, Mr. Stark. [He was going to go for Hal Jordan but it's been done before. Note to self: learn more of Freddy's hero's names. The old man's list is short.] I'm not gonna let you fall.

[The air on his skin will feel great. Not to mention there wouldn't be any glass fogging over.]

Right up my ass.

[He repeats while tilting his head back against Larry. Those kisses are fucking amazing...about as amazing as being called Mr. Stark. Nevermind how in this kid's opinion Larry's the Stark to his Rogers, the Bruce to his Clark, or the Doc Holliday to his Wyatt Earp. Yeah something like that.]

...Okay. [For once this concession is genuinely somewhat submissive. Hard to be assertive when you're about to have to walk out while stuck on another man's dick.] Help me out.

[Larry better if he wants to get laid.]

[Boy oh boy if he were to even breathe any of those cowboy analogies the old man's heart would about burst with pride and gratitude to even be compared.

How did he get so lucky and unlucking on that bad, bad day?

Larry reaches past to pull the door open.]

Lemme do the hard part.

[The walking. The kid can shuffle along. Both arms go around him. Woah. It's only a few steps but walking like this is not an easy task. Feels fucking straight. The balcony rail is within reach now.]

Much better.

[He sighs out in a huff.]

Now you can see fucking everything. [While fucking.]

[Maybe he will one day but that day is not right now because he's too wrapped up in being on his dick while trying to access the balcony--oh. Feeling those arms around him his own feet start shuffling and then Freddy can't help but laugh a little.]

You're walkin' me out. [Grunt.] On your dick.

[Onto a balcony in a pseudo Las Vegas. Can things get anymore surreal? He loves it. The kid runs his hands along the railing.] Everything's great.

[Against the sounds of the city he may as well have whispered that veiled expression of affection.] Okay tough guy. Act like I'm part of one of your donkey shows.

Not like walkin' a dog on a leash. So don't expect it to happen all the time.

[And they can laugh about it. Feeling Freddy's chest rumble with it makes it contagious.]

Walking I mean.

[Both hands go up and down his sides.]

You're the star. The show starts now. [Larry makes sure his first slide forward is a steady, solid one.]

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