orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

[High speeds and coming closer and closer.]

That's what gets you up in the morning. [He shakes his head. Maybe Freddy can't see. For his tart tone, and for the stab in his chest he smacks the kid's ass. It was meant to be part of the game. The kid didn't mean it like that.

Still... it doesn't drench his fire.]

I can't resist a payoff this sweet. No matter how down and dirty I gotta go for it.

[Cock slick with lube he coats his thumb and starts to spread it around Freddy's asshole.]

[He doesn't see any wound or fire but then again Freddy Newendyke's not always the sharpest one especially when it comes to Lawrence Dimick who's sharper.]

Oh come on.

[That's an outright whine. He tries to shuffle back against Larry which probably looks as idiotic as he imagines it. Damn official, Freddy lost the game.]

[Sharper doesn't mean better. The old man's getting off on the idea that the kid's comrades would see him like this, see what kind of a man he really is. Those motherfuckers wouldn't even have it in them to appreciate it. Their loss.]

Takin' your work seriously.

[Smack. Immediately after, the old man pushes on in.]

What? Oh yeah. Yeah I do--[Those words promptly turn into a low stretched out groan as Larry leans into him. Feels like his cock is a foot long as far as Freddy is concerned.]

Jesus. [He's turning his head this way and that on the sheets, tongue wetting his lips only to bite on it to stifle another moan.] Oh fuck.

[Those green eyes turn to the Silver Surfer. He'd probably ask Reed just what kind of ritual they're engaged in, then Johnny would interrupt with a bare bones explanation and he'd be the only one laughing. Kind of like how Freddy secretly wants to be if his fellow officers ever found out he's a Grade A cocksucker; laugh in their faces because Freddy's the one getting laid day in day out.]

What would you tell em, kid? They bust on in and here you are on the end of my cock.

[Huff, puff. He's so damn tight like this. Might be the pressure and anticipation, whatever it is it's fucking great.]

Gonna button up?

[Paws grip at the back of his thighs, digging in a little like claws he's still sinking on in. Feels like he's got a foot long.]

Don't act like you don't like it.

No. No.

[His voice is already rasped like he's gasping for air.] No I'd tell'em--[Christ he feels full already. Freddy swallows.] I'd tell'em to get the fuck out, lemme finish first.

[He punctuates that aggressive statement with a whine. The clawing to his thighs just makes him tighten up, making everything feel far more raw.] Make'em take me away from you cause I fuckin' love it.

[Freddy 'admits' fff like Larry doesn't know. Being taken away though, that still applies. He'd have to be forced from Lawrence Dimick at this point.]

[Full but still packing. Goddamn. See this shit, Mr. Silver Surfer? This is how they do it on earth. It's hard, hot and complicated like anything else human. The kid feels like a regular vice.]

Finish what you started.

[There we go. Larry thinks that's all. All the wheezes and whines the kid is making. Fucking music.]

Wouldn't be easy you know? I got you now, not gonna [first solid slide he can't talk for a second, it's that good] give you up so easy.

[The strain in his voice makes it rough like he means this to be. Great way to put it, Larry means it. Now that they're together they can never tear them apart.]

[Another swallow and it sounds like a gulp of air too.]

Tryin'--I'm tryin' Larry.

[As if there's much for Freddy to do besides kneel there slumped over taped up and take it. Pff. The kid squeezes his eyes shut only to flash them open again and dart a look from the Silver Surfer to Larry. Well, kind of to Larry, hard to do that over your shoulder in this position. Shit he tries to pull his knees a little wider at the end of that first push.]

That's it baby, show him how you fuck real good.

[He only ever dreamed about doing this with his comic book characters as a teenager. Lawrence Dimick really knows how to make them come true, like fucking magic.]

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