log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

[Brown eyes widen. He was thinking about what to do next year already and was trying to find a way to ease himself out of it. Hell though, the old man wants a future with Freddy so much more than he wants to let on. Already they're so soft on each other, as soft as tough guys can be.]

Naw. I don't think.

[And he's not gonna think any more on it. No more, old man.]

Yeah, some dick came around and did a number on me.

[Larry can't deliver that with a straight face.]

[orangetoughguy]

Got it all over the damn car too, doesn't this fuck have any manners? [He gives the seat a look up and down then pats Lawrence Dimick on the behind.] Sooner or later we're gonna have to reupholster this thing.

[Now which backseat does he really mean? Hm.]

[whitetwoguns]

Somewhere. He had other things though. [Still chuckling he moves this way and that so Freddy can get a good look.]

Reupholster? You think?

[Now that's worth figuring out. Larry pats the seat]

It's old but it holds up.

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh he's looking. His fingertips move up and down the curve of his rear. Freddy's totally able to talk about this with a straight face. Gotta be Marlon fucking Brando sometimes.]

It's still got a pretty good grip too. They don't make things like they used to.

[whitetwoguns]

[Larry lets his head tilt back and rest against the seat. As tempting as it is to shut his eyes at that touch he keeps them open just enough to look at this fucker delivering the smooth lines.]

Pretty good? ....It can take a beating from the likes of you.

[orangetoughguy]

I guess I know what I like so I give what I take.

[Another shrug. The whistling sound of a firework goes off in the distance. No shutting eyes here just yet though the kid's starting to feel a little beat. Quite literally.]

[whitetwoguns]

Like?

[Tomorrow's gonna be hard to get into. May as well live it up tonight. Like they don't as they do.]

Like how you like fireworks?

[He kisses him, lazy like.]

...all that talking about give and take. Which one do you like better

[Because it's hard for the old man to decide. His fingers come through that brown blonde mess on Freddy's head. On the floor he can see one of their wifebeaters. It could be used to mop up the mess. That is if it doesn't dry and keep them stuck to the seat.]

[orangetoughguy]

Uh huh. How I like settin'em off and watchin'em blow.

[The kid replies under another purse of his lips. It's affectionate and sentimental to curl up this way but instead of a bed it's the backseat of a car that's seen all the action. Actual cleaning up is going to be a bitch but...it's no company car. It can wait right?]

Both. Everybody kinda wins.

[He quirks his brow because duh that's the obvious answer and he dares Larry to tell him otherwise. Although, Freddy'd. be lying if he said there's absolutely no different when it comes to size.]

[whitetwoguns]

[That doesn't mean that this car won't be pampered after. They gotta make this shit last after all. Say, it is kinda comfy. Kind of.]

Boy do you ever.

[Make em blow good and hard. He's a regular professional. Firing off one after the other.]

I'll remember that.

[His shoulders lift then fall with a sigh. Better get some cleaning done. He reaches for a wife beater. Maybe it's Larry's. Hard to tell with the way it's rumpled. He drops it onto Freddy's chest and then drags it down to swipe it over both of em.]