orangetoughguy | log post II

[Sure is an undershirt. Is it wrong that it gets him hot that he walks around with that as a shirt?]

Okay, boss.

[White pushes off of the wall and steps out of his trousers. On the rug now, on all fours. It's best for getting down and dirty like a dog.]

[Half the time he walks around with that as a shirt because he's a lazy fuck, there are better things to do with his time that pick the right shirt to wear. It works well with other men though, take White for example. And Orange would be lying if he said he doesn't consider what White might think when he sees him dressed this way. It's an internal tug-o-war with this kid.]

You got anything on you? Some cock grease?

[Yeah, he's asking, asking as he takes his own weapon out...his gun that is. Orange wouldn't doubt that White has one hidden within his own reach too. Nevertheless, he sets his own down on the table at the end of the couch there, within White's sight.] ...Fuck you're beautiful like that.

[Lazy or illicit, the old man is never quite sure.]

I do.

[For a moment he remains there so the kid can take a good look before he moves to reach into a drawer and toss him something that'll work. And he pays attention to that gun.]

You know how to use it I assume. Don't disappoint me, tough guy.

[The build up, the tension.... Their own risks on either side.]

[Lazy for the entire world, illicit for Mr. White. It's just to Orange's good luck that what works for him on a day to day basis really works for White regardless of the time of day. Whoops there we go, he catches the stuff under only a slight fumble.]

I guess you're gonna find out.

[He quips. Of course he knows how to use it, he wouldn't try if he didn't, and for all the tension and the smell of testosterone Orange still wouldn't want to hurt White. At least not beyond a sting of pleasure. The kid's down on his own knees again to set the grease on White's back while he undoes his own jeans.] I should've known you were baitin' me all along.

[You devil dame, would work here if White weren't a dude.]

[A sigh of exasperation maybe a little more dramatic than needed. He's not going anywhere. In fact since it's already set on what they're about to do he splays his legs a little more.]

How else was I gonna get you right where I want you? All this time, two steps forward three steps back. Never knowing if you could trust me? I had to give.

[To receive.]

Don't you know I'm on your side no matter what?

[Damn to be saying this to a cop.] You're a helluva guy.

Maybe I didn't know if you could trust me too.

[Because he's a cop, always will be (as far as he knows, if this got out someone could have his badge for it). Orange places a firm kiss to White's back, down along the right side of his rear, then the back of his firm thigh. He is everything masculine, broad shoulders, big palms, and bristling hairs. The kid strikes his hand on his rear again only to creep his fingers up to clutch a hip. He's greasing up his cock with the other.]

And you're gonna be one helluva fuck. Won't regret a fuckin' thing.

[He won't and White won't...right? He's pressing up against him now.]

I'm told I'm full of surprises.

[Damn does this man know how to handle heavy, greased up machinery. That's what White feels like. Modified, customized to fit exact specifications.]

That's what I brought you for.

[Nothing but the hard, strong shit. Those strong hands working his flesh is nothing on the hot rod he feels close to him. White bows his back and leans into that body.]

You are. You really fuckin' are.

[Fuckin' somethin', he's thinking to himself. Orange can feel White leaning back, the man wants it as much as he does. Is it a blessing or a curse? Who the hell fucking cares right now. With a grunt the kid pushes forward. His gut instinct says White doesn't need to be prepared with his fingers, his gut instinct seems to be right. When he's almost fully buried he runs lightly freckled hands along that broad back, down to his sides, then again on his hips.]

Someone's gonna have my ass for this. [He whispers, choking back the need to just gun it right away. Look he might be making a pun too. Then without another moment to waste he starts giving the old man short thrusts. He'll speed up, eventually.]

[Breaking the silence White groans and pants. He can and will take it gladly. Moving easy and steadily until he feels the whole piece warm in his ass.]

I can keep a secret, baby. Can't you?

[A paw of White's reaches as far as he can hoping to touch the other man's ass. Even if he doesn't to get another grip on him. The start of each thrust has a soft gasp. Even though it's shallow it feels so damn right for fucking a cop.]

[Can he? Orange wants to keep this just between them, and he'll fight to protect their secrecy, but he doesn't know if he can guarantee it. As far as he knows, slipping away undetected is impossible under his organization--a different kind of mob, some people would put it. Orange doesn't know if he'd want to leave that mob too, he loves what he does even if it's an imperfect system. A kind of system that would consider what they're doing to be wrong on all accounts. Still, it's true.]

I can keep a secret.

[The kid repeats, hand gripping hand briefly as he gives a deeper thrust. Then he rubs his palm up along a wildcat to his hard bicep before planting his hand on the soft pelt of a rug. Cheek to shoulder blade his thrusts become harder, faster. Freddy speaks between huffs.] Want me to--jerk you off?

[Back to chest, White swallows and tilts his head back against any part of him if it's possible.]

Do it.

[Fuck him and fuck him over good. Whatever's gonna come, the old man should have seen it coming. He didn't look he just leaped to get his bones jumped. A cautionary tale or some shit. This only means after he has to move more, think faster. Mob or police force on your tail it is no joke.

White rolls with Orange. The hard hits shake him to the core.]

Okay.

[Orange says almost passively despite being the one plowing away at White's ass. His free hand forces the old man's thighs farther apart before darting between them to finish what he started. White's dick is still a little slick from his saliva, from sweat, from all kinds of things maybe. The kid beats in time with his thrusts, cock pushing at its deepest into his ass as his fist squeezes downward like he's putting him in a vice, then outward. Inward, outward.]

I want you to come so fuckin' hard, baby.

[Oh shit, the B-word slipped out.]

[Ain't he so fucking sweet in that way. That word and the way he's touching him inside and out; buttering him up in every way. It's almost suspicious. White can't deny the tone of his voice. This cop is either in too deep that all the lies and truths are indistinguishable or he is honest and in more trouble than he can afford. Which is the better and for whom?

The older man's cock in Orange's hand is definitely slick with both of those things and now pre-cum.]

Like that Orange. Oh fuck. Baby, just like that. I'm gonna.

[He breaks his rushed words to moan under him. Is it the flames of betrayal that are burning him up from the inside or this young man's winning ways. Hell has it's torturous pleasures. His back arcs and dips. All for Orange too. Those hands on him. Damn.]

Do it, White, come for me.

[Come for a cop, he thinks to himself with some guilt but no shame. Is that even possible, to feel shameless and guilty at the same time? He keeps pumping his fist over the other man's dick, eager to milk the fuck out of it before he'll even consider coming first. It's getting damn hard to keep it in though, Orange can feel his own balls tightening up, ready to flood the other man's body with all he's got.]

Come you tight fuck. [The kid pants, focusing his squeezes at the head now.]

[Thick, gunning arms bend to support his upper body on his elbows. His face is almost to the rug at this sharp angle he moans. Will the other man be thinking he's a rent-boy too damn old for the game even with his performance. White doesn't care. He won't. Not when he can get this man into it too. This may be it for the two of them. Selfishly, White wants Orange to think about this any time he is with any other person--man or woman.

A cop. A goddamn motherfucking cop.]

Goddammit.

[He tenses completely. If Orange thought that White was tight before well, as he hits the big time there may not be any room to move. His load spills out into the man's fist maybe hitting the rug too.]

[Oh he'll think of White the next time he does this with anyone, he'll be thinking of White even when he's not doing anything like this with anyone, or his hand. Something about White has captured Orange and he can't get out of it. The kid spreads his fingers only to curl them up once again. He's eager to feel the hot stickiness on his hand.]

That's it, it's what you wanted huh? Dirty man...

[Freddy puffs and puffs, green eyes squeezing shut then open again. He's not gonna last. He's not. With a groan he spills over into the older man's body, writhing and thrusting as hard and deep as he can until they're flush up against each other. Then he's grinding into his as.] Fuck.

[Panting, gasping he has to try and answer a few times before succeeding.]

Yes. You got what I want.

[He is what he wants. You can't always get what you want. Everyone knows that. He'll gladly take the load. White roughly grinds back.]

Yeah, baby. [He tilts his head to try and look at the man's face. Even if he can't, it's enough to feel him clutch at his skin.] Keep it up. Like that. Mmmm.

[Finally letting go of White's cock means he's clutching onto his hip again, making a little mess of cum there as he holds them close together as possible. Orange holds him in place until he feels he's unloaded every last drop of himself in there. Fuck they didn't wrap up. What's he done to this man? The kid's clean as far as he knows, but he took him without a condom. That has implications, the kind he wasn't prepared for.]

Christ...

[But he's so fucking beautiful like this, hard and tight on his dick. Don't regret it, Newendyke, if he doesn't then you shouldn't either. Orange presses a kiss to his shoulder.] ...Perfect.

[White exhales thickly. A hand stops clutching at the rug to reach back to thread into the man's hair. He smells like sweat and testosterone. It's the scent of a man, not a cop.

When he believed this was the last, necessary push until he had him all for his own for sure there was no need to wrap up. The old man wasn't a sailor. And he fancied that Orange didn't get around all that much. At least that was what he thought at first. On this end of a hard, hot fuck it's easy to believe otherwise.

Christ almighty this cock feels so good deep and solid in his ass, even better with the extra heat of his load.]

Y'did me so damn good. Oh man.

Cause you're good, White.

[Orange counters casually. He presses another kiss to the back of his neck, another to where it meets his shoulder. How can he want to be with someone who's not only a crook but someone he's known in a handful of meetings? It feels so fucking strange, like White's read every chapter in one sitting and Orange wants to give him more. That's not what a cop should do but it's what this man wants.]

I'm gonna pull outta you.

[He whispers this warm against shadowed skin as a precaution.]

[Take a good long look at this, old man. Take it all in. Memorize how the man's breath feels on your skin, how well he fits into your ready body.]

Okay.

[He knows that he'll want this feeling again. But will he want it as much as he wants to live free? This man is a cop. This man could do him in.]

Aah.

[It's not a cry of pain. Just a noise he can't help.]

[He doesn't want to leave those thick fingers on his hair but he's going to have to. Orange straightens up with both hands on White's hips again to slowly pull away. Painstakingly slow enough it evokes another hiss from him for the tightness he feels upon separating. When that's accomplished he plunks back down on the fur rug. A messy fur rug. Huh.]

Is that gonna cost me?

[The kid asks, nodding at the stain on the pelt. He's not trying to say he won't pay for it...but he's on a cop salary, so...]

[White eases up to be on his hands again. Both of them. Though once more for the road and all for Orange's pleasure does he keep positioned, legs splayed.]

Nothin'.

[Seeing as he's paying for far more than he bargained for as it is. He reaches for his trousers to get a smoke.]

[Before you know it he's licking his lips over the sight of White splayed out on all fours like that, freshly fucked. But the moment passes quickly because...well, because he's not supposed to be attached. Don't get fucking attached, Orange. He takes a cue from White and reaches into his own pockets for a smoke.]

Cool. [Light up light up, drag. Keep your words short and simple.]

[A few seconds more of reveling in the glow of being good and freshly fucked. This shit can't go like this.]

You can stay as long as you like.

[Though the moment his eyes are closed, the moment he leaves, he may not find Orange. Maybe he'll know it already.]

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orangetoughguy - 2011-05-30 22:29 (UTC) - Expand