Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
Entry tags:
log post II
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
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[They've got no where to be so he's purposely taking his time. His own happy mellow has something to do with it too. Brown eyes look up toward the kid as his tongue flattens a little above his belly button.]
I don't want to miss a spot so I gotta be thorough.
[Always a professional you see. With finger he traces an L on Freddy's stomach. From there he continues to clean his fingers sparing a lick to the kid like he was a supplementing flavor.]
That all you wanted?
[Now who is faking indifference and asking questions here.]
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[Freddy remarks, riding that same wavelength as he cups Larry's chin to look at him, before letting the old man continue his thorough thing. Oh now he wants to play that game? Green eyes narrow just a little, he cocks his eyebrow.]
Yeah, I got what I wanted outta you. [A pat to the head follows this casual remark. It's all fun and games with the only person he truly loves to play with.]
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[Among clients. All of his treatments within the apartment are free as charged executed with the same professionalism. Larry takes his work very seriously. Only the best here.]
Uh huh. I know where it went.
[The old bear noses the kid's stomach. No diamonds in there and no way he's getting' knocked up but come on. Where else is it gonna go.]
So we're done here.
[Mess is cleaned and the laze is settling fast. There's something going on in the background about a magic bullet. Whatever that is. The bird seems to have settled down the better to be temporarily forgotten.]
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[The kid remarks in a faux tone of surprise and minor disturbance. Of course he's hardly surprised or disturbed by this observation. Freddy's dirty too. Oh that nosing is nice. Another pat to that head becomes a slow rubbing over the nape of his neck.] I think so.
[Sam's gone back to picking at the papaya while rocking gently on his perch. Just a bird thing.]
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[Beat that in a pretend defiance kind of a way. His shoulders lift and fall with a sigh for the rubbing. Feels real good to be under his hands.]
Say the word if something comes up.
[Pun fully intended.]
Change the channel would you.
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[The kid says in an attempt to downplay the whole deal, except not really. Sucking the old man off and making him come with just his mouth is a real achievement, one he doesn't regret having ever. Every time. For that pun Larry gets a casual thump to the back of the head. He'll oblige in changing the channel though.]
I'll let you know.
[Oh look...a vibrating sort of looking barbell weight thing...yep.]