orangetoughguy | log post II

Super motherfuckin' cool.

[Breathe, man, breathe. That's all you can do right now. A thick swallow and he keeps that hand right where it is. Is it Freddy that's throbbing like that or is hand? Hard to tell.]

Sorry, there.

[He gulps another big ol' breath. Yeah, no hard feelings but he'll still apologize. No need to be greedy.]

We wait to see the bitch go in, then from the back seat watch the hallway. I'll take you so you can see. Get it?

[Yeah. Priorities have set in entirely. Freddy makes him crazy.]

[Could be both which just makes it an even more explosive situation. Mind, not that Freddy is complaining, he's just concerned for Larry's accountability and integrity as a man in Mamba's confidence. Nevermind that the boss is a crook because if there's one thing he's always admired about Larry it's his code of honor, even among thieves.]

Okay. Okay. [Breathe.] Got it.

[Maybe that's what makes it so easy to just concede to Larry's arrangement; his honor, integrity, and the absolute trust he has in his partner.] Is working with you always this fun?

[Valid question.]

[How reliable can it be for a one night stakeout? Though this would be very contradictory to Larry regarding Freddy and his therapist friend. Fuck let's not think of him right now... He tilts his head against the kids.]

Lucky would say so except our fun isn't in the same way.

[The physical contact, the fucking naturally.]

We take turns workin' over the crowd, taking turns being the hard ass and the nice guy. [Some altered version of good cop, bad cop.] Or we shoot the shit. He turned down this job, said if the old lady was a cheatin' heart she'd be smart about it. And one night won't solve anything. Figured I'd do it to keep the boss happy, get the overtime.

That's called. [Breathe.] Good cop, bad cop.

[Says the cop so he knows what he's talking about. Hands on Larry's shoulders again rub down his firm biceps to his elbows, over his torso, hold up Newendyke what happened to cooling it?? Those hands go back up to stroking through Larry's hair.]

And get the company car.

Oh yeah. There are other cops besides you. [He'll leave what kind of a cop to be determined by the kid. Mmm those touches here and there though get him to wiggle his fingers against the form under the denim.]

Guilty as charged. I'm tellin' you. I couldn't say no.

[Bet that sounds familiar, huh kid?]

Hey. Look.

[Up the street there's a lady turning up her collar to the light wind. She's a blonde, kinda got a Barbie doll of old look to her except she's not nearly as tall or as busty. No hurry to her walk because she's finishing her cigarette.]

There she is.

[He takes a nip of the kid's ear as if to remind him how soon.]

No other cop you like more.

[Maybe no other cop Larry likes period but that's besides the point. He smirks between another kiss for that guilty remark because it sure does sound familiar. What would Freddy do without one Lawrence Dimick? Just when he's about to go for another kiss though the mark shows up. Green eyes glance aside to the lovely lady. That is quaint elegance he wasn't expecting.]

That's Mamba's?

[No fucking way. Oh that nip is nice. Right. He's gonna take him in a way so they can both wait and see if Barbie decides to suck on another cigarette or a man's pipe.]

Damn right.

[Once he's known Freddy this much why bother with another cop? There is no way in hell Lawrence Dimick could care about a cop more than he cares about this one. And it isn't limited to how this cop arrests his mouth. No way.]

Uh huh. That right there is Mamba's. I know she's hidin' something if she's okay with a fella like him. Too good to be true. I don't think it's a boyfriend on the side. That's expected.

[Oh look. Barbie's got a call from her network device.]

...Wanna get in the back, baby? Hmm?

[That paw at Freddy's crotch is moving again.]

[Could be a girlfriend, not that Freddy's one to think about things like this. Heck no. He's more interested in that suggestion instead.]

One second.

[With a mischievous smile the kid is pushing those paws away and off him to scramble into the backseat. He does this fairly well, no it doesn't have everything to do with his size. Freddy Newendyke is just sort of slippery and agile in general. Larry saw how he spun and spun and writhed in the backseat before. Shit backseats conjure up all kinds of memories...the one they make tonight won't be a bloody one.]

[Larry's not so sure. The pretty ones rarely go for that kind of a thing. Pretty ones he's known in his time that is. He spares a glance at Freddy in the rear view then to Barbie.]

Ready?

[For him to get in the backseat he means. It hasn't hit him yet what kind of memories would spring out of this, not off the top of his head. Don't call him insensitive. His brain is split into two right now--business and pleasure.]

Keep an eye open. I'm comin' in.

[This car is so much more roomy than their set of wheels. There's far more room to work with. Luxuries galore right here.]

I'm watching I'm watching.

[And ready. He waves a dismissive hand at the old man while his eyes stick to the blonde beauty. Hey from here he can see the space just under the rear windshield.]

Sam could fit right here. [Albeit uncomfortably for a toucan.]

[The climb isn't as easy for the ol' bear but he manages with the best ease he can. Slump. Phew. Larry loosens his tie.]

Don't think he'd have as much of a good time.

[Sam? Here? Now? No thanks.

Brown eyes are at the ready too. He's got the right materials in his coat pocket too. Now that they're both in the back seat, Larry undoes his belt and undoes his fly. Since Freddy is playing eyes now, he'll go ahead and help him too.]

He's a good watch bird.

[As in the kind to make a racket if someone makes a sudden move. Not ideal for this stake out.

Oh right, Larry's in the suit too. Fuck that's beautiful. His gaze flicks over to those hands working his own clothes, tie and belt loosened. He licks his lips...the old man's gonna keep them on isn't he? That'd be the most efficient way to do this. Somehow the thought of their clothes staying on in this car under this dark shadow makes Freddy feel harder and harder. Oh okay, eyes are back to business. He lifts his hips up to make work easier for Larry.]

Still nothing on--[Breathe. Huff.] Barbie's end.

[That's her codename now. Ms. Barbie under the vigilant watch of Mr. Orange and Mr. White.]

Kinda obvious though, wouldn't you think?

[Though they have a dark enough side of the street. Look what's about to go down, Dimick. What's a tropical bird in the mix?

Now that he's got Freddy's pants open he works that bulge through cotton, only a little before reaching on in. His thick fingers wrap around him.]

I see something that's for sure.

[Fuck is that hard. What a fucking cool kid Freddy Newendyke is waiting like it's nothing. The old man is hard too but the kid wasn't full on touching.]

She still yapping on her phone? [Typical women. Late and talking. Hey, he's not warm on em at the moment so he can think things like that.]

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He can wear one of your socks.

[Over his big bright nose. Maybe. It's a joke old man don't sweat it the kid doesn't really want to bring the bird out on a stake out. What if Sam got hurt? Anyway, fingers on him are cause for a bit of noise-making himself. First there's the shock of it--BAM--right between the thighs. Freddy gasps deep. So much for being a cool kid.]

Uh-uh huh. Yeah she is.

[Another huff followed by a groan. What Freddy lacked in full on touching Larry he'll make up for it by coaxing his cock with his voice.] What're you gonna do?

Do I have socks big enough?

[On a bill like that? His feet aren't that big. They're sizable, enough to contend his cock or so he believes. No complaints yet. Speaking of which, it does stir with the power of Freddy's voice.]

Keep watchin' her. Because I'm gonna fuck your ass. Tell me what you want and how you want it. Want my fingers or you wanna dive on in?

[He's slowly peeling down his jeans and briefs too. Leaning this close he can take a nip at the kid's neck. And he's watching Barbie beyond. That's part of the game now. Neither of them are blind but they're not gonna look away.]

They're--pretty big. [He manages to shrug out with regards to a sock fitting Sam like a mask would a thief. Idle chatter really, almost as idle as Barbie's phone conversation.] I am watching her.

[Not that's not frustration for having to be reminded of the job at stake, that's the struggle between his brain and his body. He wants to look at Larry so bad but in blinding himself to what the old man is doing everything, every touch, feels emphasized.] Do whatever it fuckin' takes, Larry. Think I can make heel marks on the roof of the guy's car? [Rhetorical question, unless Larry really can get his legs that high...] Dive in.

[In his mind the kid's already concluded next time he's gonna throw Lawrence Dimick over the pool table, or a chair, or those things that bring the bowling balls back to you, for making him feel like such a prime piece of ass. Which he is, but it's the pretense of just being a prime piece of ass that gets to him. Freddy loves it.]

[Larry knows this body by touch and sight. This is a test of sight. Coarse hair, muscle, freckles, and scarring all around and about his chest and stomach.]

I think you can stretch that far. [Oh fuck he wants to see it. Except not now. No, he's not stroking his the kid's cock. His ass is bare against the soft, old leather and to the old man now who's taken to positioning him.]

One question before we go on. How many rounds you got in there? Huh? Enough to see just how flexible you really are?

[Because Larry knows that this not looking will last. Even if they're on a job...it's too much.

As for Barbie, she's finished with her cigarette. Still talking a bit longer. Wait. Wait. Ah hah. Off the phone now and heading on into the building. Damn good. Fucking lucky even.]

Think I can do it without kicking a hole through the roof?

[He's exaggerating...though Larry's particular way of fucking him has been known to evoke such near violent reactions from Freddy. Would he risk the company car to make the kid scream? Hmm. Decisions decisions.]

Aw man I dunno. [He whines, desperate to get fucked, especially when Barbie's going in alone.] She's gone inside with nobody. I dunno just--will you fuck me already?

[Is that the sound of impatience or desperation? Bare bottomed on the backseat again Freddy's taken back to his teenage years, hell a college year or two too. Except in those cases he was the one doing the hovering, the ready and waiting to be taking.]

[Two paws now grip at his waist to help him lift on up onto his lap. There's a hard cock there. They disappear to open the lube with as much noise as possible.]

We'll try anyway.

[The desperation, impatience or begging whatever it is keeps Larry hard if not harder. Kid said dive in right? Now that he's properly wet, paws grab him and hold him up and start easing.]

That better?

Try? [He asks while keeping his voice down low enough to remain on the down low.]--Oh shit.

[There we go. He's got to squeeze his eyes shut for a second--no wait Newendyke you have a job to do. Freddy manages to keep them narrowed on her, well her building anyway. So far still no activity so he allows himself a deep sigh from the feeling of Larry opening him up without any fingers. This isn't the first time they've done it in a car but the make and model of this one, the fact that they're on a job, and because it's Lawrence Dimick, somehow manage to roll up several elements of their complicated lives into one. Fuck it makes him hard and even harder to focus on the watch.]

B-better... [A swallow. His legs splay a bit but nowhere near the roof of the car.] Think the windows're gonna steam up?

[And what's that song starting up on the radio?]

Uh huh. Come on tough guy. I know you're game.

[After all, he's giving up a night at home. Larry never wants to let him down. Oh man. He's panting at Freddy's neck slowly letting his cock get engulfed. Oh wait. Was there a question? He was too busy watching that ass swallow him.]

Maybe a little.

[Larry leans as carefully as he can to crack at least one of the windows. The song that is playing starts out sounding like some Genesis song. He should know that one. Wait. It isn't Genesis.

His left hand goes to grip the underside of Freddy's thigh and lift it up to perch near the window, no it isn't the roof though it's a difference.]

I'm fuckin' game.

[A quick counter because honestly when is Freddy ever not game for Larry? He'd dare the old man to come up with a time. Oh but that panting on his neck feels so good...He shifts with that movement, heel kind of resting on the edge between door and glass. It's not gonna stay there long once Larry starts fucking him. Which hasn't happened yet has it? More and more he can feel himself settling better around the other man's cock while still feeling full but with each passing moment the kid grows a little more urgent. Hey is that Genesis?

Oh wait no. It's that group from down under. No complaints though.] C'mon big man. My body's ready for ya.

[Freddy eagerly (desperately) eggs him on.]

[No intelligent response yet but he grunts. Oh shit. There we go. That's the slip right? Larry wills himself to do an easy, experimental slide up then back and again.]

Feels ready to me. Mmm so fucking beautiful.

[The glass is going to fog. He's sure of it now by how he's having a hard time keeping restrained. It's the backseat, the pressure of keeping an eye out on his boss's girl. Now he's thinking of a different back seat and how he held this man's hand with just as much desperation. The connection is still fucking there.

Brown eyes shut and drift up oh yeah. Barbie's gone on into her apartment right? They see that hallway and she's in. Good. Give it what? Thirty minutes? Maybe an hour...then they'll call this job over.

Controlled movements. He's being controlled. As for the foot against the glass and door, the kid can do what he wants. Whatever feels good as long as they're fucking.]

What song's this?

[Cuz the guitar riff can't be beat.]

You know that one band? "I need you tonight"? Same guys, this one's a ballad. [Distracted answer. Can anyone blame him? That slide evokes a shallow hiss of pleasure. Yep that's the slip.] You ever--fuck another guy in the backseat?

[Or get fucked in the backseat? Now that's a thought he can't help but crave, the image of a younger Lawrence Dimick spreading it for some other man. Hopefully a decent nice sort. Look Freddy's got to ask just to verbally distinguish himself from the many girls who've given it up in the backseat of a car. Not Newendyke nope. He's no dame even though other men would speak otherwise of it. Larry knows the score there.]

I need you tonight.

[Decent ditty and a true sentiment if there ever was one.]

Uh [grunt] huh.

[Safe to say now they're fucking. He's moving faster, harder under the kid. Those aren't only pants at his neck now. Licks and kisses all over his collar, hair and ear.]

Know that jerk off I saw with [huff] his wife and kids? I was angry. Real, real angry. Went out and got fucked a few places with a few people just do do it. Women mostly. But men too. If I couldn't get a room, we'd find a spot, a car.

[Real down, dirty and frowned upon for more ways than one but what's a heartbroken fucker to care? So long ago. Now look where he is. They can never tear them apart.]

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