orangetoughguy | log post II

You even doubting?

[...he did need a reminder or else he was going to stay transfixed. This is his man and this is their life. No skin flick could ever compare or be as good as the real deal. Larry wills his hands to still his breathing is still heavy.]

Gorgeous, baby.

[Click. Click.]

Smile if you want.

[Already he looks very satisfied with his new accessory.]

Naw. [Yes he is.] Okay.

[Freddy gives a subtle smirk before opening his eyes wider not to smile necessarily, but he is giving the camera that look again. Hungry and knowing full well how good a fuck he is to Lawrence Dimick. Shit they have pictures, how is he going to feel about them when he's thirty? Forty? Whoa Newendyke, stop thinking long term, who knows how long this is gonna last and if those polaroids are gonna age fine. Just keeping moving.

Slow and steady Orange eventually moves from all fours to sitting on the mattress again. A little push back and his legs are stretched out. There's semen on his stomach, chest, his face.]

Lick it off. Start with my face and work down. [The second he lets go of that camera Freddy'll be taking pictures too.]

[How long will this last anyway? Larry doesn't let himself think it. He doesn't want to even recognize that there's a chance that they won't want to be this fucking close. It's one thing to believe that they'll return to LA and have to find a way to one another than to have there not be this big, crazy drug high level of affection going both ways. The old man should fucking know better. Nothing's perfect, everything's got an end. He's forty-three years old and getting older, Freddy is too.]

You got it, captain. [Wait, wasn't he Hal? Oh well. Larry gets onto his hands and knees and leans over to start at his nose. It's not the taste that makes him eager to get the job done, it's the order. He has to put the camera down.]

[He's getting older sure but sometimes the kid feels like he just got a brand new start. Not far from the truth if they're talking literally, Freddy's not dead and living a sort of second life in this world after all. Would it be like this in LA? He doesn't want to think about it much.]

Good man, keep doin' that. Clean it all up, all the way down to my [Very erect.] dick.

[Click. Click. Guess who has the camera now.]

[Larry makes an exaggerated mmm sound as he treats Freddy's face like a saucer of cream. That's not too far off. All of this is now on film. A small, small portion feels like it should be ashamed. He shouldn't do many things. What kind of a man would he be to this man if he said no? A man not worth having. Working as thoroughly as a bear cleans a hive of honey it's soon clean enough to steal a kiss.]

You can keep these.

[He tilts his head to the growing stack of pictures of him cleaning the semen off of his body.]

Don't show your roommate. He might get jealous.

[Larry dips his head now to lick at his chest. Now he's starting to bend his arms and nip here and there.]

[Almost he gets the idea to wedge a finger between their lips and tell the guy he doesn't give kisses (only to the man he loves) but even for the game they're playing that's just mean. So Freddy purses his mouth instead, kissing back and tasting both semen and Chesterfields. The latter compensates for any distaste in the former.]

I think if he might get jealous then I gotta show him. So he'll pound the fucking crap out of my ass. [Click.] Put his hands all over it. [Click.] Let me know it's his property.

[Click click--ooh. Freddy pauses with the photos to hiss for the nipping.] I want you suckin' me off but I ain't gonna come in you. [That's just Freddy's way of telling Larry there's more after a blowjob. Seems like the right time for him to be calling the shots now.]

[Boy if Freddy did that, it would be a whole new ballgame. There's rope in this room made to teach that young buck a lesson in etiquette Kissing, no kissing what would it be then? Though in the end they're right as they were, no problem.]

So that's why you stay with him. Huh. It all makes sense.

[Like there was any fucking question at all.]

You sure? [Long slow lick that slides right on down to his belly.]

What if I can't stop?

[He asks like a man who needs to have the law laid down by someone calling the shots.]

It's pretty simple, man. I make you stop.

[Freddy says like a man who knows he can lay down that law. Hell didn't they start this whole scenario with Larry in control? Turnabout's fair play or something like that. Sitting up a little more now he can reach down and run his fingers through the old man's hair. Camera in the other hand, he doesn't even look before pressing the shutter. Click.]

Suck on me.

[Talk about impatient but look he's owed this right to authority. The kid just got dressed up in his load. Fff.]

[Brown eyes look upward, not even bothering to pay too much attention to the camera in his peripheral.]

Thought you said no funny stuff? Huh?

[Breathing right on his cock, mouth open.]

You're lucky I wanna keep you around.

[He says as he does as he's told, sucking on the tip. The rest of his fist works the base.]

I don't find it all that funny, do you?

[The hand on Larry's head doesn't give much in terms of leeway to even let the old man pull off and answer his question. Too bad. As long as Larry can breathe right? That's all that matters.]

Shit that feels good...you really know how to suck a guy.

[Tone implying White's done this before. Click click.]

[Then what would be funny at this point since nude pictures aren't and fucking his ass sure isn't either. It is a wonder. The old man glares but it's all for show. He loves every cock sucking second.]

Hurrrmmmmm.

[Deeper.]

[Nice. He's practically deep throating his dick. Those thighs squeeze a little around him, mouth bringing shivers across his skin.]

You're really professional.... [Huff.] Have you done this on film, huh? You kinda act like you have...

[There's a thrust here, right up into Larry's mouth. Click. A longer moment passes before the kid thinks shit if he goes any longer he's gonna lose it in there like he said he wouldn't. So fingers curl in peppered brown hair to force his face upward.] Enough. Sit up.

[It's amazing to feel him all hot and trembling inside and outside of his mouth. Rather than bothering to try and speak, he nods. Ooh would he fuck his face? He tightens his lips and tries to get him to go for it. He's feeling ballsy and he resists that command and pull.

What are you going to do?]

[Really, Lawrence Dimick? Really? Fine, Freddy can play hardball too. He puts the camera down because he's gonna need two hands for this. The one in his hair stays there, still pulling while these other fingers wedge their way between his dick and his lips. Don't bite him now, White, you'll regret it. Freddy pulls again, fingers hooked like he's dragging in a prize fish.]

I said stop.

[Growl. It's the best unforgiving tough guy voice he can muster. It's nowhere near the cold focus he wore when he killed Blonde.]

[No fucking way he can say no to that. Off he goes, panting. His lips might be on the red and swollen side with the way he's been going to town. No regrets at all. Since he's got that finger he sucks on it a few times before letting it slip.]

...Okay.

[Like the carefree brute that he is.]

[The role reversal doesn't escape him for even a second. It has Freddy narrowing his eyes and sort of smirking at Larry. Clever old man. These now wet fingers brush along those lips, good tender experienced mouth it is. Then both hands release White so the kid can lay back on the mattress again. Up goes a heel to rest on a broad shoulder.]

Put your hand on me, jerk me off. And suck'em.

[Does he have to ask Orange what he means by 'them'? His barefoot kind of oiled toes wiggle near Larry's ear. Yeah he'll wiggle his big toe.]

Sorry I ain't got one more mouth.

[He says this though his mouth is on Freddy's ankle. The curled, coarse hair feels particularly strange against his lips. Larry moves even more to slowly take the first toe, the big one into his mouth.]

Like this?

[As though there's more than one way to do it. That paw raps around his cock now starting off slow and working his way faster.]

Uh huh. [Head arching back into the mattress.] Like that.

[It's not so much the feeling of his mouth on his toes that's getting him off but the fact that Larry's really doing it and not complaining. Look at this motherfucker. The fucking cherry on top is the paw on his cock. It makes Freddy writhe...but not wildly enough to not get the camera for some pictures. Admittedly, his handle on the polaroid camera this time is not very steady. Click. Click. Those are probably going to come out blurry or at odd angles. Fuck it who cares. Another click and he's got to put that shit away.]

Oh fuck, cowboy. Lee. You're gonna get me off so fuckin' fast like that.

[The kid's groaning and moaning loud enough to make sure someone else in this building knows it.]

[There's a gritty kind of a dirty taste in his mouth with skin, sweat and oil. All in all it ain't so bad. The best part is that it's Freddy's foot. Look at how low he'll go for this man. Shooting his friends, sucking his feet. ...maybe the old man has some kind of a problem with trying to be a people pleasure too.]

That it? You gonna come now, Hal baby? All ready.

[Like a ready Freddy. Oh shit when they fucked this vigorously last time out of the apartment they weren't on a name basis were they? Any time but now is hard to even think about. Larry keeps working his cock.]

What now? Hmm? What's it gonna be?

[Hey now Freddy's gone pretty low too, like taking his load up his ass a hundred times over and taking it on his face too. Though, the latter Larry did first. Hum. Well the point is this cop would do a lot for Lawrence Dimick, make no mistake about it.]

Uh huh. Oh fuck I'm gonna come in your hand.

[Back arching, his muscles stretch across his stomach, flex when he twists.] Motherfucker.

[Huff puff. Grunt. Groan. Freddy's unloading for the second time in reedy gasps. It's not as messy as the first but it still feels just as good. Look White, he's even reaching up to pinch at his own nipple. If only there was a self-timer on that thing to get a full picture.]

[Who needs a camera? Larry's pretty sure he's going to remember this for the rest of forever. Stretched across some mattress in a by the hour hotel he scoped out for himself. Pinching himself, gasping, flexing and writhing.]

Keep it coming, Hal.

[Oops. That's not his face. Though he clearly looks like he's fit to complaining. He stoops and it makes that leg slip up off of his shoulder. There he is back near the kid's cock again. Even if there's not much at all he'll put his face right there close to the hand that's still moving on him.

Give, take and more give. The both of them have taken their hits for better and worse, no one for the worse because in the end it's equal. It's beautiful and fucked up that way.]

Fuck yes. God, I love this.

[His lips move in I love you against his thigh. It's there but stifled for this moment and scenario.]

[High pitched, reedy, like he's in pain except he's not and it ought to be deliriously obvious to Larry he is far from hurting right now. Thump. His foot falls to the mattress only to hook his heel on Larry again somehow, anywhere, his torso, the back of his knee, just to lock them together. Oh fuck yes he's taking it to his face too. What the fuck kind of rock and roll fantasy is this?]

Lee. [Larry. He's groaning the name out ragged.] Fuck. Oh fuck...

[And the come down. His breathing slows in pace but doesn't get any shallower. Freddy's taking deep ones with green eyes glued to the old man's face. Did he just say what he thinks he saw? Goddamn amazing.] Shit. Shit that was good.

[Fingers beckon for White to bring that face over here so he can kiss him.]

[Fucking in a place like this with hardly anything here brings to light that the most valuable thing he has in this city aren't diamonds. As much as they have fought and bled for them, they can be replaced. And what fun are diamonds in a run down motel with a 90s polaroid camera?

That foot hooks at the back of his knee, sticky with sweat. It could be both of theirs.]

Yeah, baby? You want some more?

[Fuck. He's feeling breathless too. Here he is happily hauled up to Freddy's face. Paws more carefully, still dirty and sticky in a different way.

No kiss refusal here.]

[In Freddy's case the diamonds were never considered a prize. There are legal reasons for that, sure, but if he had to throw those diamonds into a super massive blackhole to protect the people he loves (the man who helped get those diamonds) he'd do it.]

Yeah. I want some more.

[Some more affection this time. When Larry meets him face to face the bandana bandit pulls him in for a firm kiss. It's hard without being rough. It includes his tongue without being sloppy even if there's a bit of semen and saliva together. They'll have to take one hell of a shower for sure. When the kid gets a moment to breathe he smiles.]

You dirty son of a bitch. [Literally. Figuratively.]

It's all yours.

[All the affection.

Big fingers pull at the handkerchief to make use out of it. Easy enough task to accomplish while being swept up in a kiss like this. Even though they're about as low and seedy as dirty pictures are it is some kind of a movie kiss. All he could ever want.]

I say that's a wrap for now.

[He lets himself fall in for another.]

I think there must have been about a hundred shots.

[And three vital ones in that mix. Larry turns his head to look around the room. A few pictures are laying on top of one another mimicking the two men as they are. Flesh visible, hair here, hair there.]

....we gotta clean up before we go.

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