log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

[That comb is now in the old man's hair. He looks pretty together in the mirror, it's the only other witness. There are those words again. Each time he hears them they sound better and better. It's so fucking true.]

In that case you can keep it.

[Comb tucked away he holds aside Freddy's cig to take a puff himself.]

I want my baby happy. [Kiss then the cigarette is back where it belongs.] I love you, tough guy. [Cop, rough trade hustler and so much more that Freddy Newendyke is.] We better get a move on.

[orangetoughguy]

[How Lawrence Dimick can bend over and take it like a champ and still make Freddy feel like he's the one who got right up well-fucked is a mystery. Maybe it's the way he combs his hair and steals a drag from his own cigarette; supercool.]

I am happy.

[True words said after a kiss. Oh hey that's right though they're still in a carwash commode. How romantic is that. Freddy doublechecks to make sure they've left nothing behind before gesturing Larry to go first.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Well fucked is well fucked no matter how it comes no pun intended. The words the touching it all is coming so fucking ease. He feels so happy. Keep yourself a little in check, Dimick because they'll have to emerge sometime.]

That's all I give a fuck about.

[The old man smiles and turns the knob. The lock bounces out and there is the hallway and the phones. No line to the can hopefully.]