orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

[Even though he's hogtied, the old man can feel Freddy trying his best to ride right along. Larry is on his knees and starts up a pace.]

Like this? Hnnngh?

[In his wildest dreams he hoped to at least be happy, not arguing. Freddy's not The Lone Ranger or a pin up, he's better than that. A fucking diamond in the rough.]

Y'got all of me now. [And visa versa.]

Nnngh. Yeah, just like that. Oh fuck.

[He's gasping and groaning some more now, working up to match Larry's pace, thrust for thrust even though all Freddy can do is still lay there and take it. It feels fucking great, damn anyone who tried to scare him otherwise, Freddy Newendyke loves taking it up his ass.]

Uh huh, I do. [Aw hell he's kinda making a little mess of saliva on the sheets since he can only talk out the side of his face.] All twelve inches.

[They both know that's an exaggeration however it feels like a big goddamn ride so why not?] Rough me up, cowboy.

[He relents a hold at his thighs to hitch up Freddy's hips just a bit and continues at that harsh angle. How much more of this can his big ol' body take? Larry's got no idea but he has to keep on going.]

Now you can measure. [Larry breathlessly laughs.]

Rough you up? [When the other paw pulls off of his body Larry can see red marks in his wake. They're be more. He claws at his hip and starts to go to town on his ass interchangeably with the thrusts. Slam. Smack. Slam. Smack. Goddamn the effect.]

Big. Fuckin' big.

[The sound he makes when Larry pulls him by the hips borders on pained but he hasn't cried out the safeword so it's probably not an issue yet. This angle has the old man doing something fucking brutal to his prostate and Freddy loves every second of it even though he sounds like he's fucking dying. Really fucking dying. Anyone else who could hear them might think the kid said 'no' to begin with. It's that fine line between getting off and getting depraved.]

Fuck! [He swears interchangeably with high reedy gasps. Each strike makes his muscles contract, makes him tight and the feeling more intense for everyone. Jesus Christ are his eyes actually tearing?] Does it feel good, tough guy?

[Me gusta comes to mind, what little Spanish Orange actually knows.]

[That's exactly how he feels, big and brutal. The name John Connor isn't ringing in his ears, so it's alright. Even if Freddy was saying no or stop Larry'd like to believe he can. Oh shit he sounds like he's being split apart.]

You feel fucking great baby. [Pant, pant.] So damn tight like [he swallows the saliva that's trying to dribble down his chin and fall to down the steep slope of Freddy's arched back] you're gonna swallow me.

[Both paws grip at his hips, holding him hoisted. Careful now, old man. Don't drop the kid on his head or nothing. Larry's balls are starting to swing the way they're slapping up against Freddy. If this was their other apartment people would be knocking on the walls. Would they do that at Freddy's even under surveillance? He's pretty sure they can be heard in this joint the way they're going.]

I feel like I'm swallowin' you you're damn far up in me you son of a bitch.

[Freddy even coughs which is only half for effect and half because he's getting his brains fucked out. Jesus. He's been fucking Lawrence Dimick for a little less than a year now and he still wonders where the old man learned to fuck like an animal. There are answers for sure, some not as nice as others. Either way Mr. White is a motherfucking professional not letting the kid drop on his face. Even though the bed's soft his nose still appreciates it. But eventually he's gonna have to come down.]

Make'em--keep lookin'...make'em know what you do to me, Larry.

[He manages all those words in between groans and gasps and the occasional yelp. Who they are though, well they could be the Silver Surfer, the cops, anyone. Back then Freddy knew for a fact they couldn't see his entire apartment or else he would have been the butt of a couple five knuckle shuffle jokes. On the other hand he can think of a few guys he'd love to have watching Larry fuck the shit out of him, watching and stroking their own dicks knowing they'll never have it so good. A few girls too actually though they don't have dicks to stroke and what girls do doesn't occur to him at all right now thank you. Whoops is that precum?]

I'm gonna come. Get in real deep, put your hand on me.

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