orangetoughguy | log post II

Sure does. And I don't need to be a mind reader to know it's all about what it can do to you.

[Larry sucks in a breath. Freddy may feel under his fingers that all the talk is going right there.]

We are aren't we? Let's go in.

[Parked. Car off. Don't go leaping all into it now, old man. He does lean though as though he's adjusting that hat to steal a kiss. It's what thieves do. Right on out of the car now.]

Okay.

[And just like a sucker for thieves this kid falls right into his trap gladly. Freddy even makes a soft 'mmff' sound for that kiss before he's also climbing out of the car, almost giggly like a teenager. Look he's more than willing to fuck around too but he also wants to know what the old man got for him that's 3ft long. Oh shit, was he supposed to get Larry something too? He knows that guy to be somewhat of a romantic. Oh fuck did Freddy just fail at being sweet? Okay stop thinking about it, Newendyke, just get up there.

Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick it's late enough that the toucan doesn't even stir when they come in. His curtain's drawn and he's already tucked in his log. Lucky bastards.]

[The old man's hung up on treating the kid. If he has something planned it'll just have to wait.]

Sssh.

[Who knows what that bird wakes up to or not. Either way he grabs a hold of the kid's hand and hauls him up the stairs. He's got to go first though.]

Slow now. Don't trip.

[Even while the old man is at your neck and pulling your shirt up.]

Your room.

Okay.

[Another whisper, this time with some humor because he knows just how badly a bird's croak can ruin Larry's mood and tonight's is not a mood even Freddy wants wrecked by a buzzard. Up up they go and the kid's all hands too, working on the old man's belt to get that thing out that needs some measuring. Hard not to groan when his mouth is on him too hot damn. Fortunately clothes falling to the floor is soundless. In they go, it's still dark in here but somehow Freddy manages to open up those jeans and take a few buttons off.]

Show me. [Breathe between kisses. He means the three footer, though his dick will work too.] What is it.

[Larry snickers as his teeth scrape Freddy's earlobe. Okay means so much. He's gonna be okay. That's what Mr. White told Mr. Orange, it's a yes. Are they okay now? Is all of this okay? Even though it's their apartment they're as quiet as bandits. Clothes are dropping away without a care. Larry's now Freddy's.]

You sure you're ready? It's big. Bigger than three feet.

[The old man dips his head to sink his bear teeth into Freddy's shoulder. His free paw, the one that's not fixing to undo the kid's jeans fumbles for the light switch. Click.]

[Teeth dragging makes him fucking shiver and the hair on his arms rise.] Oh I'm ready.

[Until the lights go on. These hands are busying themselves in the old man's hair when caramel apple green eyes see it. See him. SHOVE. He pushes Larry aside--not hard, just enough so he can make his way towards the Silver Surfer and his menacing gaze.]

Holy shit. Holy shit.

[The door's closed thank christ or else a bird might hear him.]

[When you're puddy in someone else's hand and that hand drops, there's bound to be a splat. Larry doesn't fall but he certainly wasn't expecting this. He'll take his seat on the bed. This is a good sign then. Look how excited he is.

The old man can't help but feel resentful to that piece of cardboard about now, even though it's a piece of cardboard that's making Freddy very, very happy.]

You're uh [he clears his throat] welcome.

That's so cool where'd you get him? How'd you get him? I mean how'd you even know?

[No offense Lawrence Dimick but Freddy here never knew you paid close enough attention to pick out such an awesome cutout. These hands are roaming over the edges of the alien's arms, then his board.]

[That's thank you in Freddy language. He loves it. Brown eyes watch the two of them closely. Looks like this high color, glossed cut out is going to be loved more than any other had before.]

I had to go hunting around. There were a few other guys but...I had a feeling this was the guy for you.

[Freddy had a figurine after all. And this guy looked the most dynamic.]

[The grin on his face is huge until he focuses--really focuses--on Lawrence Dimick. The grin shortens a little, fading into a smaller smile. Yeah Newendyke, you could have said thank you. No matter, the kid has his own way of speaking. Topless and jeans almost undone he's suddenly throwing himself onto the old man.]

You sneaky bastard. [Growl.] Pickin' up other guys behind my back.

[Hands are clawing and hips are grinding.] My body's ready, it's all yours, but he gets to watch.

Just one. Get it right.

[Like rain water soaking a desert. It's on again. Don't cal him jealous. Larry would refute it. Or at least try to. That loss of contact in an instant put him into a mood, even though it was his own doing. Mood undone.]

He can look but he can't touch.

[No matter how much Freddy wants to. Oof. Back into motion, the old man grinds against him square on. However many inches he's is, it's about all hard.]

Deal.

[He's on top of Larry but still on all fours, enough to give him some leverage so he can grind against him. He may as well be dry humping the old man with all this eagerness.]

You're fuckin' great.

[A real fucking treasure to a loser like Freddy Newendyke. Okay hands are on the move again trying to pull their jeans off. Larry's first.] Want me to suck you off, tough guy? Get you ready?

[Fucking great he says. Larry smiles and gets back to kissing and nipping at his shoulders as he grinds right back while it lasts.]

Yeah, baby. Make sure I'm all good and hard for you.

[He helps peel the denim down his legs and toss aside.]

Make sure your friend can see.

[Like it or not, he's watching. Paws rove down Freddy's back.]

[Oh that gets a devilish gleam in the kid's eye. Make sure his friend can see. Okay, he can do that. Freddy shifts to overlap Larry's thigh from the side. He doesn't waste a second in cupping those balls and the base of his cock before his mouth hoods over the tip. Green eyes flicker from the cutout to Lawrence Dimick. How's that?]

Fuck.

[Right on it.]

That's a good man. Get me good and wet.

[If the old man can lean just so he can still properly paw at the kid's skin. Rough fingertips brutalize his nipples and claw here they well particularly on a sharp draw of his mouth.]

Wanted this so bad.

[A fucking year ago.]

[Those hard unrelenting touches to his chest only make his lips tighten around him so really everybody wins. Saliva's already starting to slip from the way he groans on Larry's cock because he's trying to get his own out with one hand. So far Freddy's only managed to open his own jeans. Fuck a year ago he could only imagine this, excluding one experience in high school he'd never sucked a grown dick before. Look at him now.]

Real bad?

[Just two words after he pulls his head up only to go back down on him. He works his tongue around the tip for Larry's benefit, to give his friend a show, to get it real wet for the next act. Up his head goes again so he can spit in his palm and jerk the guy.]

Never knew what it was like taking it up the ass, but I thought about you bein' the guy to do it.

So fucking bad.

[A year ago Lawrence Dimick was pretty sure he was too old and too removed from all those mixed up times. Women weren't for him, men weren't for him. It was a matter of finding the right man and the wrong man all at once.

He grips onto Freddy's hair a pull only for the pressure on his scalp. Larry doesn't even need to direct, the kid knows how to suck his dick. Seeing him struggle to pull out his own he makes himself lean and wrap his fingers around it. Hey now.]

Baby, I wanted to be that guy. Grab you hard and pound you, not some bitch from the corner.

[That's not the talk or thoughts of a man who is no longer interested in men. No sir. Spit on his palm to grease up Freddy's cock.]

[Oh shit he groans for that paw. Hey wasn't he supposed to be sucking Larry's cock instead of giving each other handjobs?]

I'm better than any bitch off a corner.

[Right? Not that Freddy's saying he's the best bitch or anything, fff.] How do you want me? How do you want me givin' that guy a show?

[He hasn't forgotten old Silver Surfer over there.]

[Oh he was. Then he got distracted.]

Goddamn right you are.

[For emphasis he rubs his palm flat up over Freddy's chest. No tits here.]

On all fours facing that guy. Stay still.

[Because he's getting the tape. It's been a while, and the man said show. So there'll be a show.]

[If only Reed and Johnny were around too but Freddy ain't gonna complain. His favorite man is the one pawing his chest, telling him to get on all fours. Just hearing the words makes him feel a little harder.]

Okay.

[Hands off. He turns and climbs fully onto his bed, on his hands and knees, facing that menacing silver glare. It's almost laughable and kind of sweet that Larry brought him this new friend at all but he's too aroused and aching for a fuck to laugh.]

I love you, man. [Say it now before he's swallowed up by dirty words and aches and moans. That's Freddy's thinking.]

[The tape roll is dangling from his fingers. It wasn't far. Thank goodness. Hearing the magic, lethal three words he comes to Freddy's side and kisses at his face like the hungry, desperate mutt he feels like around this man.]

I love you, tough guy.

[Larry makes sure that if Freddy wants to kiss him he'll have to tilt his head to the side so that scowling silver man can 'see'. It is ridiculous, why stop though?]

I love you.

[The tape is noisy as it unfurls.]

Put your hands together. Then I'll do your thighs. How's that sound?

[If he has to tilt his head he will and he does, even reaching up to hold the old man's jaw. His mouth purses to meet Larry's sweetly in contrast to the position he's been put in, in contrast to the sound of the tape. Let his friend scowl.]

Huh.

[Freddy huffs before putting his wrists together then separating them again as he gives Larry a particularly sly filthy look. Enough romance. It's time to fuck. He settles on his shoulders and the side of his face while grabbing the backs of his knees. Held apart just right and no one can say he isn't asking for it looking like this. It could be the silver color giving the kid an extra edge, who knows.]

[This fucking kid.] Looks good on you, baby.

[Fingers comb through Freddy's hair splaying it out over the bed. A few strokes before he is fixing those hands to the backs of his knees.]

You can take it like that?

[No, he's not binding the kid together yet. He experimentally takes a hit at that ass up in the air. Freddy's full of surprises, and he's attempting to keep the edge.]

What'll you tell me if you want to stop?

[Ladies. Gentlemen. We have a request for a safe word.]

[Goddamn he loves the feeling of that paw on his head, he even tilts it up against his thick fingers, like a fucking sweet pet.]

Uh huh, you bet I can--fuck.

[Orange sucks in a sharp gasp from the strike. Oh shit he's so hard and wanting it. He's been watching more movies or maybe the more time he spends with Larry the easier it is for Freddy to explore other realms. The man made him not cherry after all, he feels comfortable with Mr. White. As for a safe word though, huh. That stumps him. Do they really need one? Suppose it's just one of those things to ease the mind, so stuck this way he's plagued with conjuring one.]

Huh. Why? Are you plannin' to rough me up? [He 'squirms' just to test his restraints. Okay so they're bound pretty firm.] John Connor.

[Freddy's sweet alright. The old man doesn't tell him that, even though it's a shining quality of the kid. Besides, now's not the time.]

John Connor. [Larry stoops start unraveling the tape more. He'll try and not cover too much of the hair.] You're bringin' someone else in here.

[Besides the Silver Surfer and the old man. It's not that kind of a party... does he want it to be? Fuck. There was a time when the old man felt apprehension moving Freddy any which way, now he handles him with certainty. Might be those films if it's not the trust they've established in one another. That alone is a miracle.

He takes a walk around the bed from one side to the other, looking over his handiwork while gripping himself.]

I think I might rough you up a little.

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