orangetoughguy | log post II

Good because livestock is hard to get around here. That lady isn't gonna share.

[Laughing now, like it's nothing. No bites yet? Huh.]

That first part sounds okay. We could get sequence if you're hung up on it.

Haha you're real funny no thanks.

[Fishing for a bite is harder than it looks ain't it? But the bait was long since taken, now Larry just has to reel this sucker in and part of the thrill is the suspense, right?]

You wanna put diamond tassels on while you're at it, cause I saw you studying those moves.

I know for a fact that there's big cock in this town.

[Casual, cool. Dirty talk after a dirty show is particularly easy. That's the norm for them as it is. Still a sin though, huh so it's perfect for Sin City.

One way or the other he'll have fish tonight and eat like a king. Now he'll hold tight, and enjoy every tilt and sway of the boat.]

It can be arranged. We got diamonds, after all. Only if you can shake em while being drilled.

What gives you that idea?

[Oh he's daring Larry to point his own dick out. Literally if they're going to be so close about it. Normally Freddy would be a bit apprehensive about this kind of contact but they're in Sin City, they just walked out of a dirty as fuck show. What's two men pressed side to side compared to a donkey show?

The challenge of holding the line is going really well until Larry says that. Suddenly Freddy's cheeks feel warm.]

I don't know...I don't think I'm that good. [Hey Newendyke what the hell! What happened to being fucking Baretta??]

[The Underground to the Strip is a walk. It's tempting not to pull out all of the stops for a quick, hard fuck in the alley but they got the goddamn hotel room that is sure as hell not free.]

I'm right here, ain't I? That's one. You're here. That's two. And I think there's at least four or five accurate Elvis impersonators.

[We all know how the old man feels about those. Especially Freddy.]

Practice makes perfect. How about we lose the tassels entirely and get you fixed up with something flat. People do that these days. I guess at tattoo parlors.

[A sideways glance and the old man knows he's reeling in some of the line. Not too fast now.]

[Thankfully this boat's cruising from the muddy waters to the clearer rushing streams above. As much as Freddy's down for a quick back alley fuck there's a plush room to enjoy to its fullest.]

Whoa whoa wait. Four or five? You want me to fuck four or five Elvises at the same time? Sorry, I gotta draw the line somewhere. At least throw me Diamond Dave or something.

[He's kidding. Honestly. It's an easy way to get over the feeling of a blush on his face. As for the flatness and tattoo parlors, just thinking about the implication makes him shiver...and also makes his nipples hard.]

[If memory serves the old man correctly there are mirrored doors to be utilized, big beds, the balcony...]

I haven't seen a Diamond Dave to give you. And I think you're jumping the gun right there if you believe that the four or five Elvises would get on you all at once.

[Arm around his shoulders like good, good (drunk) friends.]

Finding four or five would take quite an effort seeing as I left my tape measure at home. I'm happy knowing they're out there.

[Larry notices how his little piercing idea was 'ignored' privately he thinks that would be a perfect place to hide diamonds.]

[Touch him the right way and maybe he'll feel it wasn't that ignored. To actually do it though? That has to be a joke. Something about body piercing is immensely arousing--just as doing anything to his nipples is arousing as long as it's temporary. Shift the focus to piercing his own body though and it gets sketchy. So much for having balls.]

So what are you saying they wouldn't want me? I ain't even good enough for Mistress Maybel?

[He has no problem looking at Larry from under a heavy firm nice and comfortable arm bearing a brand new ivory cuff link.] Make up your mind.

[Oh yeah, Freddy's doing his best to provoke this fisherman to drastic measures.]

[The old man is feeling daring and stupid. He pats the kid's chest underneath his jacket to touch on him more. Wait a second. Huh. Two more pats to be sure then he's business as usual-ish. Let's not get out of hand so soon.]

Woah now. I know they'll want a bit of you. One look and they now you're a highroller exactly where it counts. Half the time a guy doesn't know whether or not they want to be the dealer or fold to you.

[Kinda like this fisherman who is trying not to drop the line and go in with both paws to grab this fish.]

[Freddy doesn't pull away nor does he draw further attention to the touch, but since Larry is pawing him it's obvious his back is stiffening up just like his chest. Keep at it and it'll be below the belt too.]

One look? This face?

[The kid puts on his most dumbfuck transplant from a smalltown expression.] So what call are you gonna make, tough guy.

[In the wild bears pretty much snatch their fish with their paws.]

[One victory at a time. Feels like the kid might already have diamonds on him.]

Uh huh. That face. That nose. The'll be checking your feet too. Pants depending on what kid you wear.

[Larry doesn't slow but he looks long at this kid. Yeah, like the kind of looks he was just talking about. It's like watching a rainbow trout's scales shimmer under the surface of the water. He could reach out and touch the prize except it's never that simple.

The old man licks his lips like he's hungry and leans to whisper low enough so that only Freddy can hear:]

I'm going to drag you up stairs to the room and mount you on my dick. Just me and you and this city.

Nobody's allowed to handle my feet.

[Except for one Lawrence Dimick. Walking this closely Freddy can feel Larry's brown eyes on him like they're actual fingertips taking the softest steps all around his face, down his neck, across his form. Yeah, he's well aware and after the whisper Orange would be an idiot to play dumb. Again his face starts warming, he can't say he wasn't expecting some form of upping the ante either.]

You better get a move on then before the sun comes up.

[Freddy suggests, not wanting to waste anymore time they could be spending in that plush rich expensive suite. Green eyes are darting around though to see if anyone's watching, listening.]

Easy there. I thought you liked that shit. [Hands off for now to hold up as though utterly innocent.] You got it, chief. What else? Keep em' comin'.

[Commands, requests. Whatever will make him a willful, wriggling fish on the line. Don't snatch him up just yet. The Sahara is in sight. Thank fucking God.]

...do you wanna head start? I'm gonna get you one way or the other.

[Like that song by the only Blondie he wants to cross paths with.]

No, I don't want anyone swinging by and taking up what's mine. There are thieves around.

A headstart? Right now? [Pshaw.] That'd be too easy for you.

[Freddy says most nonchalantly. His steps haven't gotten any faster or any slower. He wants to see Larry wriggle and struggle only because...because he can and it pleases the kid mmkay? Come on it won't be long, that hotel's already in sight.]

How badly do you wanna touch me right now?

[Oh yeah, he asked. In a whisper to the old man's ear of course.]

Easy for me. Hn.

[Both hands in his pockets he forces himself to slow. Breath and words tickling his ears beeline right to his groin. He even stops when Freddy says that. The old man looks to the left and right and then closes the distance between them to answer back.]

Real, real bad, baby. I wanna get all the fuck over you.

[Hands in their pockets like it ain't no thing. Freddy doesn't lean away either, letting the distance narrow until they're unmistakably something more than just 'drunk friends' or whatever people want to believe.]

Then you better get me up--[This pause is so intentional it hurts.]--stairs.

[Holy fucking shit. There was a time about a year ago he was burning to only think of touching him like this. That was a time when he believed he was an amazing greenhorn with the worst luck.]

You know that I can. I think I'm gonna start by sucking on about every bit of you.

[His voice trails off as they get to the door. The doorman nods and the automatic doors whisk open and shower them with air conditioning that could house penguins and polar bears. Larry grabs the back of Freddy's collar roughly like he's gonna tell him off. He hisses so that only he can here:]

Elevator. Fast.

[Back then only Freddy knew the truth and the truth was even though they got along well he was resigned to the fact that he couldn't have this man. A fucking felon no matter how nice he was or how the kid imagined his body looked under his shirts and jeans. Time's proved him very wrong on that count. Look how far they've gone, though this is as public as he feels comfortable getting.]

Until I'm red?

[And aching and sensitive and begging for it, he imagines. Oof. That grab makes his posture rigid but it's only for show. As far as everyone else knows the old man's displeased by yet another ambitious brash mistake the greenhorn's made.]

Okay. [Freddy fucking bets the way he says the word like a concession, a submissive gesture, in these circumstances gets Larry hard every time. Into the elevator they go.]

Red as a cherry. [That he's not no more. Not even in the way he looks. The old man can just read what those candy apple eyes are asking, even with this tough guy shadow play.

Larry pushes the button for their floor and then the button to shut the doors. He leans against the wall with his gaze fixed in on Freddy. Once the elevator is in motion he pounces giving the kid one rough kiss to start him on the way to being aching, sensitive and begging for it.

There's some bubble gum pop number on the radio playing. It's shit for giddy teenagers, not pieces of shit with a teenager between em.]

[Even a younger guy---who's really sort of past the age for this kind of discovery nowadays--can still learn a lot in less than a year. He's not cherry not no more and he's got a good grasp on how to properly suck dick, all thanks to Lawrence Dimick. Well, Larry and a couple dirty movies. Either way everyone wins.]

Mmff.

[These hands go straight to clawing suited shoulders like he might be trying to fend the older bigger guy off. They both know better. Freddy purses his mouth only to return the roughness by dragging the edges of his teeth along Larry's bottom lip. Fuck he's good.]

Gettin'--[Groan.] Warmer.

[This age is just right. Old enough to keep up with the big ol' bear and young enough to still be able to feel his way through.. Either way you slice it, not a cherry outside of the color that gets into his face now and then.]

How 'bout now?

[The pointed edges of his teeth make him shiver. A paw claws between the kid's legs to cup and rub.]

How hot are you?

[Ding! Not quite their floor, but they stop the doors are going to open.]

Damn.

[The old man shoves himself off.]

[HEY THERE. The paw that cups between his thighs evokes a not so quiet groan from the kid. If it weren't for the bubblegum pop chiming out one might actually hear him through the doors. It makes for a rude awakening but not one that makes him regret getting hands on either. Huff puff. When they're separated he can only stare at Larry as if to say so fucking soon?! But no, Freddy gets it. Goddamn doors.]

Like Phoenix Arizona.

[How's that for coded language? Freddy runs his fingers through floppy dirty blonde hair, sort of slicking it back except without some pomade or cockgrease those strands just fall right back down. Just play it cool Newendyke.]

[HELLO THERE. Just how he wants the kid. At least without anyone in here.]

I like Arizona.

[An old, old woman comes in slowly and nods to one man than the other. She stretches to touch the top button. Yep. More waiting then. The old man stares at the kid and smiles.]

[Freddy returns a polite smile to the old woman. She may be shorter and gray-haired but who knows what she's capable of; could be an old homes trip to the Strip or she could be some mafioso's mother. Best to play it safe, this means keeping his hands to himself.]

. . . . .

[Too damn long. When their floor finally comes up Freddy puts a hand on Larry's shoulder to usher him out in a shuffled but restrained rush. Shit she's watching as the doors close and the hallway is straight down. Somehow the kid manages to practice true restraint until the thing dings shut. Then flappy hands are reaching out to grab that big old bear of a man and shove him against a wall.]

[Brown eyes were on him the whole time. He thought over trying to pull a conversation out of that kid about the sweltering heat of Arizona, how hard it is to stand that climate. That's just too fucking cruel. Besides his gaze pretty much relays the bottom line, he wants to get all over that kid like a cheap suit.

Ding indeed.

Woah. The force that he's pushed up into the wall makes him feel like some green oaf like The Hulk, except maybe more rough, tough and sinister.]

You wanna piece of me huh?

[His teeth are bared in a grin, not a sneer. Anyone hearing might thing they're in for a row not a fuck.]

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