orangetoughguy | log post II

[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?]

We should get in contact with the manager.

[The better to squeeze. He'll put his hands inside the kid's waistband. Lawrence is generous with his attention, affection and appreciation. Especially when it comes to Freddy. There's so much to enjoy. He's got a hell of a sense of humor. Even when they're talking about a sensitive subject he's managed to get a smile and a laugh out of him.

This might have been more difficult to handle with a woman. Then he'd have to explain it...except how much did he actually explain? The kid just fucking knew.]

Maybe someone else is havin' the same problem. ...did you have a window open? I don't think I did.

[We now that Sam can't open windows or doors. ...right?]

It was only one.

[Freddy reasons casually. If only Larry's seen his old apartment and all the potentially roach-rich corners. Some things about a super cool guy straight out of Fresno and into LA don't change. The squeeze has his mind off bugs and bug-eating-birds anyway, hands feel just right sitting under his waistband. White should be so grateful he's not a woman, or maybe Orange should be the grateful one because he's not a woman.]

I keep mine open a little.

[They got screens now specifically because of a certain toucan. Said toucan decides he's been neglected too much for the last 15 minutes so flap flap flap. Incoming and none too soon too. Chirp.]

One's enough. C'mon you see this place everyday. No place for a roach.

[An old apartment in LA is an understandable roach pad. This little slice of heaven in the sky though? Nope. No way. Not in the old man's book not no how. He'd be making a phone call if he wasn't...busy.]

If there are more he'll find em first. [A little louder, like the bird will know if it's being addressed without his name.] Won't you, tough guy?

Who says anyone followed'im?

[Knock on fucking wood, Newendyke. Oh hey speaking of Sam, the bird croaks in response only to hop up on the sink...and start inspecting the box. It's a shiny box. It smells funny. Tearing at it will get them to pay him more attention.]

Whoa whoa hey that's not for you buddy. [Sorry, Lawrence Dimick, the kid's gotta twist around and take the box away from Sam. Wouldn't want to use up whatever's left in there.]

You ever know a roach that took a walk all on his own?

[That's like only one love bird walking on its own. Anyway, no easy feat to pull away but the old man makes it happen one paw at a time. That bird. Larry shakes his head a little. It's uncanny how he can come on in and change up the scene.]

...You can throw it away.

[Because now that it's out in the open, now that they've talked...the whole box can go. If the old man feels a need for it, he won't hide it. Or he'd try a damn salon.]

Gotcha. [Freddy nods while emptying the box into the trash...then giving the box itself to Sam. Let the bird have a bone now and then.] Here buddy. Wait for it.

[The toucan stands patiently until Freddy lowers the box to beak length. Peck peck pinch tear. Look it'll probably keep the bird busy some more. Sam happily takes it back to his cage, at least he won't leave a mess all over the bathroom floor. Count your blessings, Dimick.]

Just to put it out there, I know you tan too.

[Wasn't the bone the insect prize? The kid wanted it first. Sam could have easily used that big ol' beak to get it off of the floor. He's an animal after all. He might be spoiling that bird. Might.]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Leaning back against the counter he crosses his arms. Crocodile grin means he's bullshitting.]

Just the tone of my skin. I got a Greek uncle.

Greek uncle huh? I guess that explains all the naked lounging bullshit. It's those fuckin' Europeans.

[Freddy bullshits back like the best of them. He's looking a bit smug himself.]

A man's got to be true to his roots.

[Now that the bird his gone he'll get back on that kid.]

You don't like that the sunshine gets to have me stretched out in the buff?

[Would Freddy call that sharing? Paws in the front of his waistband.]

Well you know what they say about Greek men.

[Actually Freddy doesn't know so don't ask him to explain. With the bird gone he's more interested in the paws at the front of his jeans. Sunshine having Lawrence Dimick all to itself. Fff.]

I'll share if I'm involved. [His fingers rub over a wildcat.] But I might screw up your tanlines if I'm on ya too long.

What do they say?

[Because he doesn't know. Maybe it's a West coast thing. Unbutton. Unziiiip.]

I think I can deal if there's a time or two it ain't right. Besides, I don't want you burning. Not that way.

[Paws push down his underwear. Who's the hero of the day? (Besides Freddy.)]

I dunno, I'm not related to one.

[How's that for a snapping comeback--oh. The kid's eyes narrow a little for the feeling. He has to resist showing how easily those paws work him or else the old man gets an edge. Not that anyone really loses in situations like this, of course.]

I don't burn.

[Yes he does. Freddy peels too but only if left out for way too long. Fresno summers helped him get used to it so for all his freckledness he's no pasty glow worm either fff. Aw hell now he's exposed. Say something, Newendyke, don't let'em see you drool for it.]

Checking to see if the carpet matches the drapes?

If you don't burn that means you get more freckles. Enough of em together would make you one color.

[Teasing in words but not in actions. He's stroking the kid, working for a reaction. How long can the box keep the bird entertained? Maybe he's getting pleasure out of tearing that picture of the smiling woman to pieces. Yep, that's Freddy's bird.]

Looks like it from where I am. My eyes ain't so good. Maybe I could take a closer look?

[That bear's tongue pokes out of one corner then slides over his lower lip to the other side. Someone's got to drool. He's planning to just suck on his cock to cut the poor man's ass a break at least as far as dick is concerned. Larry can't help if his fingers do the walking though.]

I am one color.

[That color is cracker, cornbread, whitey, gringo, gwailo. Pretty basic as far as the kid is concerned. The bird's having his fun tearing up the words letter by letter which is pretty brilliant for a beast until he starts tearing the letters in half too. Freddy's not paying attention though, hell they're not even on the same floor, and with Larry's paws doing their best he may as well be on the moon. Green eyes hyperfocus on the way his tongue moves from one side to the next.]

Do a real thorough check then.

[It's not the same as begging. It's not the same as begging. Fuck he's such a professional, Freddy's already getting hard knowing what those fingers and that mouth are capable of.]

Sorry. Guess I was confused or something.

[Fat fucking chance. The old man shrugs and the slips to his knees on the floor of their bathroom. Those green eyes on his tongue seal the deal.]

You got it boss. [Breath over the kid's piece. It's nothing out of the normal after all. Larry doesn't wait to be told again or for Freddy to get any more ready. Lips wrap around him.]

[Shit watching Larry get down on his knees for him is fucking intoxicating. The kid's fingers run through somewhat freshly dyed hair as he licks his own chops.]

Nothin' doin'.

[Over being confused because the old man sure as hell doesn't look confused now. When that mouth envelopes his cock Freddy utters a low heavy sigh. His back presses into the counter's edge.] Fuck.

[Maybe the kid will see it more this way. Who the fuck cares in times like this. Wait now old man, who the fuck cares period? It's just them. Has Freddy ever in all honesty doubted his capabilities? Not a time comes to memory.

His mouth is already working up a pace whether he is fully hard or not he'll be that way very soon. Fingers wrap around all that he can't put into his mouth.]

Mmmmmm.

[He can't get enough of this man. Every expression good or bad even though the bad to worse ones try to make him have some reaction that's not what tough guys do.]

[Oh he's seeing more and he's liking what he sees. The kid's fingers are in that hair, curling and pulling in silent encouragement. The old man can do no wrong right now.]

Fucking beautiful.

[Croak. Shit is that bird coming back up again? Freddy considers pausing to shut the door only to groan when Larry takes a particularly deep hold on his cock.] Jesus you're good.

[Listen up, Larry. The man says he's beautiful. This man ain't a liar. Not one little bit. It makes him feel more grateful and generous. He'll put more of his mouth into it.

The paw not working his cock moves to cup the curve of his ass that's not against the counter top.]

S'all on you. [Lick.] Tasting so fuckin' sweet. [All the way in once again. He figures the bird is doing something other than coming up. He's busy.]

Sweet...huh? [Freddy hisses, body arching and pushing forward in those paws, that mouth.] Suck it down real good, baby.

[Flap flap flap. The toucan sails in to perch on Freddy's shoulder and look down at Larry. Staring. Fuck.]

Get outta here, Sam.

[Not now, bird brain. He gives the toucan a light poke to the breast. Awk. Hop flap hop, and the lime and lemon colored bird is now on the top edge of the shower door. Just watching. ...Right.]

[Oh yeah. That's just what he wants. Larry is fumbling with the drawers in the bathroom looking for--ah hah. Lube is tricky to open with one hand. He manages it's okay if he makes a mess, the shower is right on over there. Coated fingertips reach back to work the other end of this man.

...and he doesn't notice the bird until the shadow passes over. The old man is too committed to the task but.... Those beady shiny eyes. Slowly he slips away, his finger tip just in at the first knuckle stops.]

....Should I stop? Mmm? [Sorry he's a bastard. Being this close he runs the tip along the seam of Larry's closed lips as he waits for an answer.]

[Watching. Watching. What's going on? The bird doesn't know so he starts preening to pass the time. That big beak somehow manages to fit under a wig for some toucan combing.]

No. No don't stop.

[Those shuddering words precede a shallow gasp. He's lubing him up while he sucks him off. How can Freddy turn that down for fuck's sake. Anyway he once dated a girl with a cat and the cat wasn't really a bother...then again it wasn't his cat. The kid makes a motion very very similar to trying to fuck himself on the old man's thick finger until it's gone damnit.]

No shit no. Fuck me, Larry. Come on.

[Fingers start up again because it's impossible to resist. Slipping into motion from there.]

I don't think he knows.

[Yeah. He'll rationalize.]

Birds don't have dicks do they?

[However that shit works. His mind isn't on it. Mouth back on the kid so that he can synchronize the movement of his mouth with fingers. Now who is playing who like an instrument?]

[Fuck, the kid has let go with one of those hands to brace the counter's edge. His knees feel like they want to buckle under those paws.]

K-know what? [Huff. Puff. Oh.] How the fuck should I know?

[Another gasp. God his mouth and his fingers are fucking perfect, making music with his ready body and boy is Freddy ready.] You...gonna put more in me...tough guy?

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