orangetoughguy | log post II

Who made who suck on who's feet?

[Wrong there, old man. No one made anyone do anything. Not really. That's not how they operate at all. Larry pretends to be indignant at the very suggestion. Freddy has to know it's the opposite. He's damn proud of himself and how this went down because he has a taste for weird and dirty.]

If a dumb ass finds a quarter in the street and he thinks he's rich, let him keep it. That fuckin' pervert has no clue.

[Paw strokes down Freddy's chest a little over to his shoulder he can rub at another scar that was earned.]

No one made anyone do anything.

[The kid states the obvious with as much slyness, it was a good try though, Lawrence Dimick. These fingers are combing through Larry's hair now.] Okay. He can keep'em.

[So he can't imagine a woman wanting to keep his briefs but that older lady down the hall isn't out of the running. The less Freddy knows the better, right? Unless it would be of Larry's interest. Anyway. That rubbing to his own scar gets a softer expression even though Orange only sub-consciously acknowledges its presence.]

Is our time up? Don't wanna have to pay for another hour over a couple minutes. And I wanna rub you down in the shower. [He says this with a kiss to the crook of the old man's neck.]

Maybe not this time.

[He's got to get in some kind of an edge. Though Larry knows he's wrong, wrong, wrong. All parties are giving full consent.]

Those briefs are probably the most action he'll get for a long, long, long time. Consider it charity even.

[Or she. Huh. That's one to think about sometime. Not now though. The ol' bear lets out one big, long sigh.]

Just about. [That kiss at his neck makes him want to hold Freddy's face there.] You get your clothes. I'll start with the pictures. And then uh when you're done you take over. [Somethin' like that.]

A rubdown sounds real nice about now. Though I don't think you'll get me clean.

Let's sort'em out at home. Don't worry about my roommate he won't know what's going on in these.

[Now he may be talking about the fruit-eating roomie and not just the fruity one. Freddy's already moving out from under Larry, despite not wanting to leave that heavy weight, to get his clothes on. Commando it is. The bandana he is definitely keeping too, stained as it is. He stuffs it into his pocket.]

I'll get you on a real bed and work on your back. How's that sound?

Put em in the suitcase. We can probably leave the rope. Someone'll appreciate it.

[Next time, if there is one, he'll bring a bag.]

One of these times I think he's gonna catch on. The way he looks, he's got some kind of a smart, knowing way to him. I dunno. I used to think it was rude.

[Scooping up the pictures now. Damn. Some of them are pretty great. Others a blur, abstract but that could be a nose or foot....something.]

Sounds like you wanna deliver me dreamland personally.

[And he can't fucking wait.]

[Freddy drapes the rope over the corner of the mattress opposite where his briefs are laying. Excellent scene, if he came in on a call and saw this he'd think someone got fucked real hard. Perfect.] Sure.

[He catches a flash of one of those pics and he thinks that foot might actually be a cock in motion with fingers around it. Who knows. Plus the lighting in here is great to get on film but not the best for looking at the results. Actually the kid just wants to be able to look at them without someone from the lobby looking in.]

Well people catch on when they live with me. [A moment of ego for the super cool kid. He gives Larry another smile, a couple more photos handed over to stuff in the case.] I think you deserve it, dreamlover. It was pretty fuckin' wild.

[Take subtle observation of the way Orange is walking, although part of it could be his balls against the denim.]

[No doubts there. The old man is getting his clothes on. Buttons done but the shirt isn't tucked into his pants. Tie is looped about his neck but not as pristine. Yep. Since they're going straight to the car and they are in a place like this, why hide it? He fucked.]

Anytime, baby. [Especially if he is Freddy's dream lover that he can see in his waking hours. How old was he when that song came out anyway?]

[Another smile as he gestures for Mr. White to get a move on first.] Thanks.

[The answer is not yet born. As they are now though, with a whole teenager between them, Lawrence Dimick looks like one handsome fuck and Freddy a cool casual kid who just got fucked. The look suits and Orange doesn't care either who puts two and two together. Who's gonna believe Lee Marvin plowed the shit out of Hal Jordan anyway?]

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