orangetoughguy | log post II

[Ocean spray and smoke make it kinda hard to see beyond a few feet. Larry knows he's gonna smell it in his clothes, they might have to be dry cleaned.]

Good show, man.

[He claps a hand on Freddy's shoulder, hard and rough in a tough guy kind of a way.]

I think we've done our country proud.

[With the excessive amount of money spent and firepower used. An America block is playing mellow now with "Sister Golden Hair" though the party just ain't over yet.]

I think we're fucking tapped. [The kid remarks noting there are no fireworks left in the trunk. Nothing doing, they put on a good show. He pats the paw on his shoulder, standing proud with Mr. White.] Nothin' like smoke on the water huh?

[Oh wait that's a different band playing.]

It was bound to happen eventually. We had what? An hour's worth?

[Paw squeezes and he comes a little closer.]

So now what're we supposed to do?

[He looks long one way and then the other. Someone in the distance has a bonfire on the beach. That's pretty darn far away. Larry stands behind Freddy and puts a paw on his hip, now. Is this too close for out doors? It's still pretty smokey.]

[He can feel that pawing, that squeezing, the holding especially on his hip. The bonfire is visible out the corner of Freddy's green eye. Sometimes he wonders if Larry truly would be able to live 'out' so to speak, no secrets from the world at large. Nothing to fear. Only brave men with absolute conviction can handle that, someone braver than himself. Like Lawrence Dimick. But right now the kid doesn't shy away from his hold.]

Don't know. What do you wanna do?

[A flappy hand settles over the back of his paw though he doesn't turn to make eye contact. Yet.]

Oh. I got a few ideas.

[His lips move near Freddy's ear.]

We could head home. Get some sleep. [Which is absolute bullshit.] Or we could get something sweet. Shaved ice, ice cream....

[The hand at his hip is dipping lower and looping with his belt buckle.

Living out. Hah. Well, that's never been an option not in his lifetime. He'll have his secrets about the source of his wealth and the reason why he's a rambling man. That's without even considering his tastes for men. It's really something to think about. Holding hands in front of everyone sure isn't a feat for the weak.]

[Brrrr, the kid doesn't really shiver but the mouth on him feels fucking amazing. He tilts his head back into Larry.]

Naw, I ain't tired. [That rules out sleep.] Where?

[Freddy asks not because he has no idea but because it's another way of telling the rambling man he'll ramble on anywhere after him. Hooked on a feeling after all, or at least by a belt loop.]

[Freddy is a strong, smart independent guy, make no mistake. The old man loves it when the kid leans on him physically or allows him to take the wheel.]

Well. We could go someplace up the street I think I seen as we passed. Think that maybe they got lemon or Orange? I like those.

[Could this be a coincidence?]

Except I forgot that I got something sweet here.

[He takes a careful nip at Freddy's ear lobe.]

They probably got vanilla too.

[To make orange cream. Being a cereal eater the kid's got a sweet tooth on him. The nip to his ear makes him squeeze his shoulder up and smirk.]

Fuckin' flatterer.

[Finally Orange turns around in that hold to face White. The bonfire's far away enough but it still counts as public right? He takes Larry by the face and pulls him into a kiss.]

You like it vanilla?

[He can interpret it however he pleases. How can a bear not like this heavy, rich grade of honey? Freddy tastes like the booze and smokes. Body to body and far away enough that people won't think much so he reaches down to cup the kid's ass. Larry figures they don't look much like two men from far away, this close they could be one big fella. That's if they can see anything past the smoke. Fog should be rolling in too.]

Smoke on the water, huh?

[He licks at the kid's lips.]

You know how I like that song.

[Breathe.] It's a--[Mouths pressing.]--Comfort food.

[Freddy explains, hands on Larry now to hold him in place in the sand, by the car, whichever. Oh shit he's grabbing him. This makes the kid stiffen up a bit in more ways than one.]

Uh huh. You too? [The heels of his palms are rubbing over his biceps.] That's a funny coincidence.

[Once it starts it's hard to stop even in a public place, although with how far off everyone is on the shore Freddy wonders if he's only kidding himself by thinking this is bravery.]

So are you saying [press and tongue slide in and then out slowly] you want some?

[Freddy is sparking another fire with him rubbing over him even if it's just his arms. This alone is pretty ballsy. There's no building to duck behind or alley way.]

[Freddy allows that tongue in but he purses his lips tightly to make it a hard slip in and out. Not that it even comes close to anything done below the belt.]

Why not.

[The kid whispers to the corner of his mouth, hands coming down to Larry's sides now. No there's nowhere to hide...except for the car.]

Cuz [he sighs and practically wants to melt in his damn arms] I know I'll want more.

[The car it is. That doesn't stop the old man from wishing that the beach was as empty as it was on those days they came down here and fucked behind the dunes. It's a holiday. People are bound to be strolling.]

C'mon to the car [he lays small kisses from one corner of his mouth to the other] and [hip to hip] we'll take it from there.

How do you know I don't want the same thing?

[Freddy quirks a brow. The car it is. He flicks his tongue out to lick at those smaller kisses. Hip to hip he edges Larry towards one of the open doors. They'll have to crack a couple windows to beat the impending heat.]

Get inside.

Ooh. That sweet tooth. [Larry taps the side of his head to Freddy's like it's a revelation.] We want the same fucking thing.

[Edged and moving on out Larry's already rolling down one of the windows.]

You gonna show me some real fireworks now?

[Another window. That done the old man is pulling off his own Hawaiian shirt.]

[There's a nod to his head.] Uh huh.

[Tucked inside the car now the kid's movements are no longer languid. He's quick to twist around in the backseat to straddle Larry--an advantage to being shorter in stature. Off goes his Hawaiian shirt, off goes Freddy's too. Then these fingers are going after the old man's belt.]

There's more where that rocket shit came from.

[Wifebeater is going to follow his Hawaiian shirt. At least it was before he got distracted by the kid on top of him. Hot damn. Larry abandons that to work at the kid's belt.]

I love seeing that. Gets me fucking excited.

[Not like a firebug though. Paws creep both up to his belly and into his pants.]

You too.

Edited 2011-07-05 05:49 (UTC)

Seein' what.

[Orange demands, wanting specifics, wanting to hear what White has to say about his excitement. What makes him excited. If he hasn't taken his wifebeater off yet Freddy sure is doing it for him. That gets tossed aside, maybe in the front seat. Paws in his pants make the kid rock against him, bare chest to bare chest. It's not a hundred percent private or a hundred percent public. Just fucking right.]

You taking your clothes off, seeing everything I can touch and taste.

[Oof. That rocking motion. Aw fuck. Larry reaches farther into Freddy's jeans to cup and rub on him before pulling his hand away so that they can rock groin to groin.]

I like seeing you eager to get to it. [He grabs a hand full of hair and pulls him to get a kiss.] Lube's in the glove compartment. [Like he doesn't know.]

Does it make you feel like a fuckin' winner, cowboy? [Like Christmas came early in July? Shit those paws take his bravado down a notch when he's cupping, rubbing. The kid leans in even harder, making that groin to groin action firm.] I like seein' you eager to give it.

[Larry grabs him before he can say anymore, kissing deeply as his own fingers drag through dark peppering brown hair. Or is he not as peppered after that dye box dilemma? Parting mouths Freddy's panting a little while giving Larry a hungry look. The lube's in there he says. Fff. The kid unceremoniously crawls a bit between the front seats to get it out. If White gets a face full of his ass. Well. Would he complain? Freddy shuffles back with the tube in hand.]

Here. Take care of it.

[The kid means his cock while he starts peeling his own jeans off.]

Take care of it, he says. [That's a loving mock. His mouth is watering.] What do you mean now?

[Until Freddy specifies exactly, he strokes his cock up and down. Is anyone else having this much fun at the fireside?]

Want me to suck it? Or get it ready to be buried right on into my ass?

[The hair that he can clutch to his heart's content is not as peppered. It's no salon job but he did it to the best of his ability. Larry uncaps the lube.]

[The kid likes to imagine nope, no one is having as much fun at the fireside as they are. Freddy shudders from all the stroking action only to put his hand under Larry's chin. Clutching his jaw.]

You want me to fuck you, wise guy? You gotta tell me you want it if you want it.

[Because nothing turns Freddy Newendyke on more than Lawrence Dimick telling him he wants to take it up his ass. Well, Larry telling him he wants to fuck Freddy up the ass is a turn on too. The same with sucking him off, being sucked. Really it's just White who does this to him. He smoothens Larry's darker glossier hair.] Well? Tell me.

[Wound up, held and fixing to go crazy is the old man's kind of fun.]

I [a harder stroke upward] want you [another one downwards] to fuck me. [Now it's a slow slide up to rub his thumb at the tip before slathering him with lube. This would most certainly not have happened at any lake.]

Edited 2011-07-05 21:04 (UTC)

[First there's a hiss.]

Uh huh...

[Then there's a hitch.]

Fuck.

[Freddy looks down at Larry with narrowing eyes. No, nothing that would happen at any lake. He doesn't think ill of her but he does thing she wouldn't have the right equipment to make it happen anyway. Again his head tilts upward while his hips slowly move back and forth, fucking the old man's fist to equally spread the lube.]

Then you're gonna have to...turn over.

[His not so peppered head nods like he doesn't know. Brown eyes are fixated on how he moves his hips and the way he looks like heaven's on the roof of their car.]

Okay, tough guy. You gotta get off of me. [So he can then get him off. Paw lightens up the hold on his cock.]

Edited 2011-07-05 22:26 (UTC)

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