Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
Entry tags:
log post II
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
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[An outing with the other actors featured in the flick. He sets his hands on Larry's shoulders, rubbing them idly. They're close enough to smell nicotine and caffeine among other things.]
How do you want me to dress? [Not that it's a guarantee the kid's gonna listen.]
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[And he will likely not listen. Mmmm. Shoulders are tense under Freddy's flappy hands. He feels like a miracle worker.]
If we watch a movie like one of yours, you don't have to wear nothing at all.
[Does he need to specify?]
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[Another irreverent shrug even as he fits closer together with Larry. Those flappy hands keep kneading his muscles, from shoulders to biceps and back up again. Nope no specification necessary.]
I don't know, do they allow that in those kinds of theaters?
[It's different going in as an adult rather than a stupid sneaky teen you know. Also, going in with company.]
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Not typically. Just don't get caught you know? And people keep their eyes to themselves. Who'll know what's coming from the movie or a few rows back?
[Larry's fixing to make a chain around the kid's neck of wet marks his mouth makes.]
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[As if that comes as a surprise to anyone when it comes to Lawrence Dimick. The guy's got a whole fifteen or sixteen years of experience on top of the kid. That wet chain he's leaving around his neck is proof, no one's ever made Freddy feel this good. Then again, he's kind of a late bloomer to the man-on-man thing.]
Maybe you can teach me how to behave right. [He leans in against Larry.] Show me the ropes.
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I got tossed out once. Got wise with my date the next time.
[She had a skirt that helped. These fucks will have to be creative. But hey, it's not impossible. Goddamn does this kid feel good with the massaging and leaning.]
Maybe I could. I dunno. You sure misbehave. I kinda like it.
[Kinda is putting it lightly. The strain in his voice gives him away.]
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[Tossed out of an adult theater, that wasn't on Larry's rap sheet. Maybe he was a juvenile at the time. The kid grinds lightly, nothing hard enough to give him a stiff wake up call but enough to keep him conscious. How much longer do they have until the day's over?]
I don't give a damn about my reputation.
[Freddy quotes one of his favorite girlfriends.]
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[Seventeen actually. Hah. Fake IDs weren't even checked at the door. The old man loves Milwaukee.]
Oh but it's a good one. [Something is waking up. The old man grinds back, one dormant bulge to another there's bound to be something happening.]
That clock on the VCR right? Says it's 11:23.
[Paws slip under his shirt to move up the kid's back.]
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[He would know. Back on the beat his training officer would call it a garbage call. Stupid shit to cover when there are real crimes happening. Oof, now there's a particular grind that gets the kid moving just right. These hands rub down to Larry's sides now.]
Does it? Shit you drank a lot of coffee, what're you gonna do all night long? [Orange wonders with the best shit-eating innocently curious face.]
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[It's a hurried breath out. The old man's putting more into it now, getting hard rather fast. That's no spell of a black magic woman. Just Freddy.]
I think I should do something to wear myself out.
[Larry tilts his chin up to take a nip at his mouth and ruin that face.]
Something hard.
[One had decides to slip south at Freddy's back to clutch at his ass.]
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[Provocation? Maybe. Except it'd sound a lot more threatening if the kid didn't choke on a groan for the grip to his ass and the mouthing to his face. Already Freddy's pulling his hands off Larry to start peeling off his shirt.]
Don't blink. You might miss the good parts. [Of 'the show' so to speak. No nightmares here.]
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Not for long at all.
[The more skin revealed the more those paws can touch on. Or paw rather, that one doesn't want to let go of Freddy's rump yet. He squeezes and rolls the flesh between his fingers.]
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Sounds like you're gettin' at somethin' there, Larry. Wonder what.
[Freddy questions 'curiously' as he grinds against the stiff one. Lo and behold who should provide an answer but a certain toucan? Flap flap flap. Sam lands on the back of the couch to croak in the old man's ear. E-ee-e-e-e-ee-e. If they throw him some fruit he'll go into his cage peacefully.]
...Wanna head upstairs? [There, a compromise between man and bird.]
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[Sleep deprived and horny as hell he can't hide the groan of frustration at the big colorful beak in his peripheral vision.]
To your bed?
[Whichever one he goes to he's not going to get up out of it for at least eight hours. He's pretty sure it'll be a toucan free zone.]
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[Freddy nods, eager to get a move on as well...but he'll still have to toss the colorful buzzard a piece of sweets to keep Sam happy too. Pat pat to the old man's shoulders, he climbs off his lap clearly hard from the experience and does a quick shuffle to the kitchen. Here bird, have a kiwi.]