orangetoughguy | log post II

Three weeks huh?

[Freddy steps forward now to go around Larry then stand between the bear and the door. No way out now, Dimick. Green eyes start inspecting that still full head of mature man hair. Seriously, is it that big a deal? He can see Larry clenching his jaw from here.]

Anything I oughta know about?

[Not that he doesn't trust the old man but his old man memory may have casually forgotten something or other that started this coloring business.

[Ahem. He clears his throat to elaborate.]

I tried a patch in the back the first week and waited then fixed up some last week. ...so three weeks.

[Don't look too close. Oh fuck. While Larry is a grown man the clearly inspecting candy apple eyes make him feel like he's growing smaller.]

I'm forty three years old, Freddy. I didn't plan on living this long.

[He cracks a sheepish smile trying to take away the dead serious subject matter.]

That's not even halfway to a hundred.

[Freddy remarks before those candy apple eyes are indeed inspecting his hair for those patches, for any signs of coverage. Details like this happen to interest the kid, there's nothing he's actually hoping to find or anything. Fortunately for Larry, Freddy here isn't exactly tall enough to get a good look at his crown.]

Well I think you're fine as you are but if you wanna keep colorin' it's no thing by me.

[He gives a shrug. Why does it need to be so dead serious? Relax old man.] ...You sure there's nothin' you wanna tell me? Did I make a shit joke?

[But Freddy this is the old man's ego! Thick fingers rub on through his hair.]

I don't want you feeling like I'm not on the same level.

[Physically though there was that day that he stayed in bed at least 80% of the day. (As though it was oh so long ago.) Larry now rubs his chin remembering not to bring too much focus to his head.]

Stupid, right?

[Maybe he'll feel a little flattered that Larry considers him to be a big enough deal to go through a peculiar hoop.]

What kind of level are we talking about?

[He said he wouldn't bug but now he's bugging because he wants to know. Does Freddy do something that indirectly makes Larry feel old? He's more than aware he makes jokes now and then but most of them are in endearing good taste. Right? ...Right??]

It ain't stupid. Bein' two different colors is kinda weird anyway.

[A bombshell brunette or a silver fox, but being half and half is just bizarre unless you're in a comic book. In any case, Freddy's not fully convinced.]

I can't quit being forty three. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna keep graying out completely. By the time you even start to show anything chances are I could start thinning out.

[Is that superficial? Uh. Let's try something else.]

Baby, how does it make you feel when someone says some shit like 'oh nice that you and your pop are out' or something?

[Arms fold.]

You're older than me. You can't slow down and I can't catch up, not really.

[Freddy offers with another shrug. Oh he's starting to get the idea but trying to downplay the severity. Maybe it's just hard for a kid because...he's a kid, he's not there yet, although sometimes brats on their bicycles look at him like he's the old uncool fart.

Wait what? Freddy stares at Larry.]

Who said that? Who the fuck said that cause it's the first time I'm hearing it.

Concepcion y Manuela. At first I thought it was funny but the more we go to the taco stand the more I'm dead certain they believe we're related. Not everybody says it out loud.

[But he knows a look. Shaggy at the guitar store for one. Fuck when it's out in the open out loud it sounds ridiculous but this is what he has been wrestling with.]

Don't get for a second I'm ashamed of you, of us. I'm not.

What? That's bullshit. We're there like every motherfuckin' week man. If I saw a guy hanging out with his dad so much either he works for the old man--[Like Freddy did once upon a time.]--or he's a shitbag and has no fuckin' friends.

[And Freddy wonders why his dad's not his best buddy.]

Come on, we don't even look alike.

[A flappy hand flaps out onto a thick arm to bring Larry over side by side in front of the mirror. Nope, not alike at all. Which doesn't mean one's better looking than the other or anything.]

[Sigh. Larry looks in the mirror, he's a meat and potatoes fella. Freddy? He's lean. His hair is longer and lays wherever it damn well pleases. The old man's has a volume even when damp. Here, he'll move behind Freddy and put his arms around him.

Should he even start to explain how South American families work with and stick around family frequently? Naw. Best let it go.]

Maybe they figure you look like Ma.

[Thick arms are around his waist.]

[Hey now he knows how Mexican families work, gosh. He just doesn't think to think they might apply the same principles to him and Larry or something such. Fff. Thick bear arms around him are a nice touch and when they're like this Freddy can see just how well they fit together, one wrapped by the other. And here he is worrying about being forty-three and aging.]

If anyone asks I'm tellin'em mom's black.

[Freddy says this like he might actually be serious about it. Hey one day he might do it to someone bugging them about the age thing just to see how they react. It's not unbelievable that Larry would knock up some brown sugar either so it all works out. He turns in those arms to face the older man now, hands on his hips, closer to his ass.]

And it ain't like your back's gonna throw out any second.

[Mama brown sugar? Man oh man, does the kid know his appetites. Nosing his ear more he laughs. The undertones of it all, a Pop fucking his good looking kid. It ain't right.]

No. It ain't.

[Not while he's been generous with the Icy Hot and a hot water bottle. Those flappy hands are dangerous. Larry tilts his hips forward to press against him.]

Though I dunno. Somedays're better than others.

[Freddy busts bad guys like that, if anyone knows it ain't right it's Freddy Newendyke. They're nothing like that. And the age thing? Fuck the number, this man guided him up to the heist and kept holding his hand even as he was bleeding all over the fucking place.]

Am I---[Huff for the forward motion. Now they're really close.]--workin' you too hard? Should I lay off the rough stuff?

[He would do it all again in a heartbeat. Even if he didn't find the kid attractive. It was the right thing to do while breaking the law. Kids should be protected, even ones old enough to wield guns and know better.]

That is the very last thing I want.

[His lips brush over his hairline.]

No talk like that. Ever.

[Really, really close.]

[Larry's got some graying and Freddy's got a minor recession going on up there, all part of the stress of being a crook and a cop respectively. That mouth though, it doesn't feel any different from the first time he felt it, and it wasn't by a black magic woman's serenade. He barely felt them when Larry whispered to him in the warehouse.]

Okay. Whatever keeps you feelin'...good.

[Not young because Larry is timeless in ways Freddy can't explain without sounding a bit sentimental.]

[Holding his hand, holding him. The motions were so automatic, so damn easy. Most actions are when it's the two of them. Exposing what some people would call an insecurity is new even for an old man. Freddy can always teach him new tricks.]

You keep me feelin' good. I want it to stay like that.

[For as long as he can help it. It isn't about hair that's for sure. Every little bit could help?]

...so uh you didn't notice.

[His fingers bridge to settle over the small of Larry's back with his thumbs rubbing idly.] The feeling's pretty mutual.

[And a green eye winks before he quirks a brow.] No, I guess I wasn't lookin' close enough.

[What kind of cop are you, Newendyke.] You're real good at working a disguise into your routine.

Mmm.

[Magic hands.]

Careful, you keep doing that I'm not gonna let you stop.

[Toucan do rubbing like that.]

Hah. You should see me in a beard. [Though Larry prefers to be clean shaven. Facing this way he can see the box of dye on the counter.]

...all that shit's in my head then.

[His hands press a little harder.] You're fine without a beard.

[That's code for don't grow one if you want to keep me around. Locking mouths with a bearded man...he hasn't done it and he kind of doesn't want to. Stubble's good though, stubble arouses Freddy Newendyke.]

It's not all in your head. I know people look, I know people talk. I bet they say I'm way too fuckin' tall for you and you're some kind of trophy boy.

I always figured you're the trophy boy.

[This fucking kid. Way too tall. Heh. Beardless he'll press his mouth against his forehead now, along that hairline that's staggering in the face of stress.]

...I don't want to care, cowboy.

[God he loves that mouth. Freddy tilts his head to better fit against Larry.]

It's okay if you do, tough guy. I'm not gonna stop you doin' what you like. [Cocaine and other people more than once excluded.] But you look fine, Larry. Every part of ya.

[Hands grip his ass then roam upward to feel his back and shoulders then his tough biceps and those forearms, one which bears a wildcat.]

[They fit together so well that he'll keep on covering skin even as he's talking. This means he won't have to talk very loudly.]

Even if you'll fuck some silver haired bastard?

[Boy is Freddy slick with his touch and talk. Sweeping all kinds of shit away.]

You'll have to hold onto it when I suck your dick.

If you'll fuck a dishwater blonde kinda guy.

[Freddy counters with ease. They both have excellent characteristics and the both of them have not so excellent ones, ones the kid here can easily laugh over. Like his nose. And his height. Just don't cross the line between endearing and enraging okay?]

Keep calm, I'm not gonna pull it out or anything, I'm nice to my toys.

[Some of his toys would beg to differ.]

And you play real, real nice. [Paws massage his ass.] It makes your toys last.

[Even if it is one round. No, that's not a tender subject. He's proud of how well he holds up.]

We should check up on that roach deal. Fuckers like us are too good to live with vermin in the walls.

[Again he shrugs like the bashful guy he is soaking up in all the attention, affection, and appreciation. He might not admit it much but Freddy does in fact love being showered with whatever Larry's got. His ass is damn malleable in those paws. The kid's hands run back up to those broad shoulders.]

You're telling me. I was ready to take that little fucker out then the bird had to steal all the fuckin' glory.

[And the kid's thunder. So much for playing an exterminator's version of the Mighty Thor and his almighty hammer Mjolnir made up of a rolled car magazine from 2 months ago. Who publishes that stuff in this world anyway, imports?]

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