orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.

Yeah the T-800 or the T-1000. [Because they're the only ones to jump in at the name John Connor. Freddy swallows, talking like a fanboy when you're practically hog-tied takes some effort okay?] Take your pick.

[Aw crud he's giving Freddy that hungry eye, the kind he thought he was imagining when they first met. That cool analytical secretly devouring look that gets the kid so fucking hot. The fact he's working himself up doesn't help, Freddy's hands are useless at the moment.]

Just a little? My buddy here's from outerspace, he's seen stuff you know? You're gonna have to show him Earth's no ponyride.

That's for me to know.

[Come back around to the kid's end.]

Well. [Smack.] When you put it that way. [Smack. Smack.] And you aren't a pony.

[The slope of his back in this position is terrific.]

[Another hitch of his breath followed by sharp intakes. Shit he's gonna make this hard isn't he? Already Freddy's losing a little bit of that cocky edge, but he won't give in just yet.]

Nope. Ain't no fuckin' play pony.

[He arches his back a little more to give Larry a better view, daring him to keep talking when his ass is right there for the taking. Who can outlast who? Who even wants to? Freddy's close to begging for it but he'll wait another breath or two to see if Larry takes the bait.]

[Both paws at his ass now moving like he's massaging and he kind of is right on up to the kid's hits. It's hard to breathe even and steady. One hand keeps on climbing it's way up the kid's spine. Larry dips his head to take a nip at the freckled flesh of his ass.]

Maybe a bronco.

[One more kiss and he's striking at the kid watching his body tense.]

Wild that's for sure.

[Damn Dimick. Would it be so bad to at least get lube in sight? Either way you're going to win and win big.]

Sure. Sure a bronco, whatever you say.

[Those massaging paws are comforting and distressing all at once because he's making his body damn supple and yet doing nothing to get inside him. Damnit. His skin shivers practically like a horse's under that kiss--fuck]

Jesus! Do you want me to cry?

[Actually the word should be 'beg' but that would be too easy wouldn't it? He squirms against Larry. Wait, an idea's brewing.] My place is under a 24 hour watch, man. [It wasn't a lie back then.] They're gonna see you.

[Oh his mind is on getting on the inside, we're not talking jail.]

I kind of do.

[Because it's so good. His hand has reached the end of Freddy's spine and grips the back of his head, not too hard but not tenderly.]

Yeah?

[In the few seconds he pants, thinking these words over.]

...you don't want em to find you like this.

[Okay, grabbing the lube off of the nightstand. He presses the cool container to the kid's hot skin.] No way of explaining it away, or did they tell you to do whatever it takes?

[Oof. For sure he's gonna be feeling this in the morning but the way those paws are handling him Freddy's pretty sure it's gonna be worth it. He manages to throw a look over his shoulder under that grip.]

Yeah.

[Huff. Puff. He's looking Larry right in the eye.] Do you want'em to find me like this?

[Does Larry want to give those cops the finger by making one of their own bust right on his cock? The kid wants his answer to be a yes because a part of him, a part of Orange, desperately wanted to. He mouths the words 'Say yes.' to the old man in case he runs off with his own ideas fff. Oh that coolness has him shutting his eyes.]

Th-they told me to do my job, man.

[Those eyes looking up at him from under blonde brown locks are burning like green and gold lanterns.]

So what's your job now, big man? Take everything you can?

[Pop goes the cap. Mr. White is sure he's not gonna be able to take it anymore. Freddy's just laying there, ready.]

Even if it means my cum?

Uh huh.

[It's like a game of fucking chicken. He nod nod nod nod nods against his sheets, effectively messing up more of his floppy blonde brown hair. Here's a chain of words just for you, Lawrence Dimick.]

My job is to get fucked.

[Pleeeeeaaaaaase. There's not much more he can do short of begging. Then again Larry did say he kind of wants to make Freddy cry.]

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