orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.

Down your fuckin' throat.

[Harder. Faster. Shit. Larry knows that's precum now, not the lube. His thighs are shaking and stinging with contact. This is the big time, old man. Don't fucking stop. Decades of fucking experience don't let him down. A whole damn year for them out of the worst day of his life. Make it all count.]

Plow you. Ride you into the goddamn ground. [Growling bear strikes at the kid's back and slides his sweat slicked palm into his hair again.]

You gotta do it hard.

[He let's go and even though he's the one taping him up, screwing him like a loose wrench, Larry listens. That paw grips the kid's cock that all this time has been hard and dangling.]

Do it. I will.

[He practically dares the old man to split him apart even though he knows it won't happen. They'll ride that fine line because there's a promise not to hurt each other so bad ever again. This aches but it's the kind that hurts so fucking good.]

Oh shit.

[Green eyes flash open when he's down on his face again but his hair is still in a paw's grasp. He can see that silver scowl, disapproving not because of what they are but because this is clearly dicking around when there's a world to protect. Hey superheroes need to have fun too or else they'll all turn out like Batman. Freddy laughs a little at his own thoughtful joke but it's short-lived. Quickly it turns into a cry for a hand on his cock, a cock hard up in his ass, and his load spilling out.]

Jesus. [And Lord have fucking mercy.]

[The old man's body jolts. He thought the kid was holding him tight before. He grinds up against him and rocks as much as he can without hurting him. Regardless of how damn easy it is to place him this way and that, he's not about to hurt the man. Right now it hurts so good. His body is humming and tense.]

Good, tough guy. Real fucking good.

[Larry swallows but this time his saliva is on Freddy. Not like he's gonna mind right now, right? Hot damn the feel of his load in his hand... This was what he really wanted when he took that green eyed hooker to the room.]

Fucking---[the kid takes his breath away. Larry leans forward and grabs a fist full of Freddy's hair as he cries out against his back as he blows it big time.]

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[Freddy's rocking and grinding back hard and flush up against him, tight and well stuck on his dick as his body pumps out what's left of his load. Shit life is great right now.]

Thanks.

[He means it--er. Did Larry just...he did. Well not that the kid minds or anything and it is kind of funny that they'd make such a mess all over each other. See, silver guy? This is what being human is all about (Ben Grimm would beg to differ). Oof, he arches under the old man's weight, head tilted up in his grip.]

Your turn cowboy. [Right away that cocksure attitude melts into another low moan for the feeling of heat Larry leaves inside him. Motherfucker makes him feel so alive.] That's it, put it all in me. Let'em know what's yours.

[And what's Newendyke's for that matter.]

[Grinding feels amazing, better than amazing they're flush against one another as close as Siamese twins. Larry is shaking all over, his load launched right on in the kid, where he had wanted it to go since they started. Even before that today. Was it all lust though? The old man liked his delivery, his swagger. He seemed like a nice young man, trying his best to find a balance.]

You're my baby, all mine.

[Hopefully one of them can walk straight tomorrow. See that, Mr. Silver? Mr. White got the man good. Forty-three years old and still a heavy hitter. Still kind of a fag. He'd feel guilty if he didn't love every passing second. Mess or no mess, though there really is a mess. Sweat, saliva, semen all signs of a good, good fuck.]

...okay there?

[He hasn't caught his breath yet but he will sit up and let the kid breathe.]

[Someones Freddy still wonders if they're right for each other or just right for the time being but every day feels right and hell every month and now for a whole year. A year is a long time in Freddy Newendyke's world. Sometimes he wonders if it's only a drop in the bucket for someone like Lawrence Dimick. Can he blame the kid for holding on to some skepticism here and there? He's young, inexperienced with commitment, but not naive enough to buy into the idea of first love for keeps. Maybe he hasn't lived enough to understand yet. Can Mr. White be that patient? So far so good.]

All mine too. [He makes another grind, slower but no less firm, to punctuate the parts of Larry still stuck in him. Fuckin' Freddy's is what that is as long as Larry'll have him. As for who might not be walking straight tomorrow, well, he doesn't regret a second.] I'm okay, I'm cool.

[Huff and puff, he rather likes the feeling of being curled up and cramped under the bear, still snug on his cock and covered in God knows what, but when he's given extra space he does take a deep breath.] Damn. What the fuck were you mining for?

[As if that's really a complaint on the kid's part.]

[There's no such thing as perfect, except Larry is sure that the're damn near close to that. From coffee in the morning to late night tacos or whatever else, it seems as right as a dream. Even when they've gunned down zombies, dodged Blonde and fuck so much else. How did they get so lucky.

Larry's not the marrying kind, he's in it for the long haul as long as there are signs to tell him right.]

I heard there was some kinda gold or city of gold. Something like that.

[Paws aren't clawing anymore just smoothing down his back his sides.]

Cool son of a bitch. Lemme let you go.

[Tape first. Then he'll pull away. Oof. Woah. Okay. It's doable. Tricky but doable.]

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