orangetoughguy | log post II

[Freddy's going to take that answer as a yes. He'll try to arrange something for Lawrence Dimick, just like he took his man out for dinner. He'll take his man out horseback riding too. It's a give and take sort of thing since Larry gets to play photographer. He can't help but smile over the touch to his thigh--

Er. What.]

Race back? I don't know, Larry. I don't think I'd be any good at it.

[Give and take is what its all about in a real relationship be it man and man, man and woman, woman and woman, cop and robber....]

Okay. I don't want no injuries.

[So his hand will stay there at his thigh. There's still some sunlight left but the stars are coming on out. So it wouldn't be the first thing anybody'd see]

[Awww but Freddy doesn't want to disappoint his old man. The hand on him is encouraging.]

...I can try to get him to trot or something.

[Or canter but a Newendyke isn't ready for the speed that's gonna generate no matter how much he likes going fast on Christie.]

Ease into it. You remember how to stop right?

[Larry pulls Silver away so that there's a distance. He'll wait for Freddy to start up first.]

Okay boy. Let's pull out the lead a little.

Yeah, I remember.

[What he doesn't remember is how to make the horse go faster. With a little more distance between them the kid finds himself kind of working on his own. Okay. Do something, Cow. What what? The horse is slowing down.]

Hey don't do that. Giddyup. Heigh ho.

[Nudge. Freddy gives the horse taps with his heels. Nudge nudge nudge. Oh shit he's gaining speed.]

[Silver is up to the challenge. He's been waiting this whole time after all. All Larry has to do is give him a tap. There he goes.]

Ho woah wait there pal. Fuck.

[A pull on the reins okay now he's about...to pass him? What? No fair horse. C'mon.]

Woah.

Oh shit oh shit how do I stop him.

[Bump bump bump the kid's already forgotten how to do it or maybe he remembers but he's too scared to try it and risk getting tossed. All in all he's not even going that fast.]

[Huff. Didn't Larry just ask this?]

Take the reins and pull hard, stay crouched, dig your heels in and make sure he don't toss you. Okay?

[The old man's doing that too for all he's worth. Silver as much as he hates it is finally cooling down. He pulls to the side to give Freddy and Cow all the room they want. The dirty they're kicking up is hanging in the air.]

[Cut the kid some slack he's still new to this cowboy business. If Cow was an invisible jet or a silver surfboard he'd totally have this down easy. Fff.]

Make sure?

[Oh God there's that reedy pitch as Freddy does as he's told anyway. Holding on Cow does a hard stop followed by some low kicking. That wasn't very nice of his rider. The horse turns a circle until Freddy loosens up those reins.]

Woah. Woah.

[He decides to stay mounted since Silver was pretty comforting to him.]

You're doin' great kid. Talk nice to him. Give him a few pats. We're all friends here, huh?

[Not too close. Thump thump thump of his heart in his chest to go with the hooves on the ground.]

I'm sorry.

[It was his idea...]

[Pat him? Okay pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat. Good horse. Good horse. Don't throw a Newendyke into the barn now. Whew. When the dust settles Freddy's still in the saddle looking okay if a little freaked out. But he's recovering. The guy just lived through being teleported. Oh and once upon a time he got shot in the gut and bled for a really really long time without medical attention. What's a short canter by comparison?]

It's cool, man. [Huff puff.] I'm okay.

[The kid waves a flappy hand at Larry. In other words; don't apologize, knucklehead.]

[Phew. No one's crushed. And that little jaunt in the backseat when he got shot is not that far off in his memory. Especially when his voice goes reedy in a panic. Larry's right there in his head and all he knows is that he'll do whatever it takes to make sure he is okay. No lies. No waiting on anybody.]

Alright.

[Ahem. He clears his throat. A few steps more and it's the end of the trail. Larry dismounts and he waits. No he isn't waiting to help. He waits so that he can take the horse into his stall so that they're secure then remove the gear.]

Whew. [Freddy sounds at the end of the trail. He also waits to see if paws are gonna offer themselves to help him. When they don't he tries to get down himself. Oof. A lot easier than getting up that's for sure. He walks Cow along with Silver.]

That wasn't so bad.

[Says the guy who was frantically asking how to stop a cantering horse. Twice.]

[The kid gets down like a pro. Far better than teleporting. This is a damn eventful sort of a day]

You did very well.

[Cow first into the stall. Silver is coming on in after. The smell of horses and a whiff of Freddy's sweat are a good combination.]

Cool as sheet metal.

[Saddles off. The horses have water. Perfect way to leave the scene of the crime.]

You had fun right?

[With him.]

Thanks. [Oh. He's talking to the horse. Right. Freddy tucks his hands into his pockets trying to smooth over that brief moment of egotism. He upnods to the patchwork pony.] You were pretty cool, buddy.

[Is there anything the kid can do? He feels almost like he's watching his dad or coach do all the work because he hasn't learned all the right moves to participate yet. But damn does Lawrence Dimick look good bending over to put this here, stretching to unbuckle that there. Right. That's no pop or coach way of thinking. He straightens up a strap here and there just to feel like he knows what he's doing.]

Yeah I had fun. Did you?

[One pat for Cow and then another for Silver.]

Thanks, fellas.

[Larry wipes his sweaty, dirty hands on his own jeans before returning to Freddy with a smile.]

I sure did.

[This close he can really get a look and smell of Freddy. Just like a fucking cowboy. Paws smooth away his hair, it's not the same as petting on a horse it's a careful deliberate motion.]

I thought you handled that curveball like a pro.

Cool.

[Larry's not the only one who can smell horse, hay, leather, and sweat. It's kind of intoxicating. They make pornos that start out like this, just two guys hanging out on the ranch until one looks a little too long at the other. Then clothes are flying and someone's getting plowed. Uh right. If only the Big Fresno Fair had been like this. Then again Freddy is perfectly happy with all sorts of experiences being a first under Lawrence Dimick.]

You think so? Shit man I think I just got lucky. [He returns a smile because as dangerous as it could've been everyone wound up just fine. That only leaves the adrenaline rush and the rush was damn good. About as good as getting his hair smoothed out.] It was awesome.

Uh huh. [Intoxicating as fuck. He practically hears the strains of some throwback skin flick starting. Though the lighting is a little bit better. The stars look about the same as these two fucks here. Larry tells himself just one kiss. They gotta go places. His paw balls the collar of Freddy's shirt pulling him behind the stall door so that they're completely hidden for the lip lock.]

Quick thinking cowpoke.

[Huff, puff.]

[He's giving him that look. That. Look. But he's got to keep his hands to himself because yeah, they got things to do. Well Larry does at least. And he can't go to work smelling like a barn. Oh but fuck Freddy can feel those brown eyes, those paws, those lips. He's ripe for the kissing. Oof. Behind the stall door the kid puts his own paws on thick firm biceps, clawing downward one side to a wildcat.]

Cause I'm a fuckin' professional.

[Huff puff. He pulls Larry in for another kiss. Just kissing, just making out. Kid's stuff. It's cool.]

[Let's not knock the kid through the door.]

Riding high in the saddle huh?

[Oh man. He's pulled in. It's that easy. Scrape of teeth on his lip before following with his tongue. Don't run too hot. That's like saying don't breathe. A bit of self control can go a long, long way though. Arms around the kid to hold him. No roamin' hands or rushin' fingers today.]

Remind me 'bout this when I get home.

[And Freddy's awake. Gulp.]

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[Back pressed to the wood he's probably getting a splinter or two in his clothes, dust and hay, kind of a mess.]

Uh huh.

[Teeth and tongue scraping now. He pushes his into Larry's mouth and parts his own, trying to draw the other man in. Fuck yes a man's tongue, all muscle and hardness in his t-shirt, his jeans. Don't spring a hard one now Newendyke. He keeps his hips pressed to the door. Any grinding would be fatal. Whew.]

O-okay. Yeah, I'll remind you. [Orange nods once, twice. He's got some honest sly parting words for the old man but later, not now.]

[Three, two, one and he pushes off. Damn. Was that ever difficult. It's like saying no to an earned portion of a cut on a heist or a little white bag of powder. Sure, it's possible to say no but no cakewalk. Freddy's intoxicating. The lingering taste on his tongue and smell in his nose is heady and Larry makes him that way.]

You wanna handle the drive back?

[Since he can without a doubt handle a four wheel ride without any problems whatsoever.]

[Whew. That was getting a little too hot to handle. Learn some self-control, Newendyke.]

I can handle a car just fine thanks.

[Look at that they're finally separated but Freddy's reaching into Larry's pocket unceremoniously...to pull the keys out of course.]

Good.

[Just when he's feeling real good about moving out he can practically feel each key come on out of his pocket.

And he's right on in for the kill or kiss rather. Fuck fuck fuck.]

Cool as motherfucker.

[More teeth, more tongue. Everbody be cool. It's like a robbery.]

[Oh shit how are they gonna make it to the car now? Freddy gets his limbs tangled in Larry's, fortunately the keys don't drop. Amidst the kissing and nipping somehow he tries to at least get them out of the doorway.]

Don't wanna be late.

[Kiss. Breathe.]

The sooner you're there... [Lick.] The sooner you clock out. Come on home.

[Nip.]

To me. Watchin' some dirty movies while you're gone. [Oh he spoiled the surprise for Lawrence Dimick. Oh well.]

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