orangetoughguy | log post II

Heck no. All that shit flashing around. Being shiny. Movin' like reflectors while you're fucking. Bells and whistles is what that shit issssss...

[That flapping jaw shuts to sound a hiss when Larry's mouth closes on him. Jesus Christ, these hands are clawing down from hair to shoulders and down to thick firm forearms still covered in sleeves.]

Baby that's good... [Code for he wants more but is not at liberty to beg. Yet.]

Don't like flashing. Got it.

[What his words don't say those clawing hands sure do. Larry pretends he doesn't understand. He has to stoop some to get the lube and pretends to be distracted only a moment by the way Freddy's cock brushes against his thigh. No touching. Just looking before pulling up right.]

Missed one.

[Nipple that is. Yep, kid. The stakes are high and he wants a little begging. Hopefully the glass behind them is sturdy.]

[That near barest touch has him arching his hips up just hoping to rush against Lawrence Dimick. It's a failure, the old man is just too damn good, holding this kid out on a line. Fortunately it's a strong one and Freddy's well convinced this line won't ever snap. At least not while they get to live so fucking carefree in this city.]

Oh shit.

[He shudders when he goes for the other side. The glass seems pretty sturdy and though it was cold moments ago his body has fast warmed up this panel.] Y-you brought me here for a reason right?

[Orange is trying to ease into it.] To give me somethin' I won't forget? [White did that almost a year ago, actually, and he's been doing it for Freddy whether he knows it or not since then.]

Uh huh.

[Aw fuck it. The old man is growing tired of his own waiting game. Reel in the big fish. His mouth pulls off of Freddy's skin and almost pops.]

Turn around and look at your lights.

[Here, the old man will help too. Keeping his touch as sparse and effective as possible he aids the kid's turning. And then moves his feet apart.]

Beautiful.

[Both hands move over the curve of his ass before giving it a solid strike.]

[HAH. ORANGE WINS. Except his victory celebration is short-lived as he turns--is turned--around to face the city lights. And fuck is it lit up for 4am. It's beautiful. Freddy places his hands flat to the glass, wishing there was a mirror too so he can see Larry behind him. He imagines his face, his hands, the way he's going to prepare him with expert precision. How did a loser like Freddy Newendyke get to know someone so fucking amazing? He wonders that sometimes.]

They're--

[Great. Yeah like the tiger mascot, but that solid strike cuts him off. It draws a sharp hiss from the kid and this time he does look over his shoulder to 'glare' at Larry.]

You better fuck as hard as you hit. [It's been long enough a remark like that's no longer treading sensitive territory, right?]

[Everyone is a winner. That's how it goes. Larry doesn't dive in just yet. Can't let the kid take the victory lap so soon. Fingers are slick and cleaning this fish before the gutting.]

Oh, I will.

[First finger all the way until the knuckle. Enough to get him ready.]

Like all the neon? [Now the old man is lined up against him.]

[It's as if his fucking finger is pushing the sound out of him. Each fraction of a distance gained is a stretched vowel from his mouth, some unintelligible sound that more or less indicates how fucking good it feels to be prepped...but it could be better. Bigger.]

What?

[Oh yeah Freddy was admiring the lights. He nods his head twice, thrice, a little too eagerly just like his hips are eagerly edging back against Larry.] Love it. Great view.

[Paws on the kid's hips to hold him steady as he slips on in steadily. Not too fast old man. The kid could take him gunning forward, there ought to be warning. Since he "won" he can wait it out until the joint is really shaking like all those clubs still are. Sunrise is two hours away or something.]

We could get a closer look on the balcony.

[Could. His voice is strained. It's been a long wait until now.]

[There we go. The kid narrows his eyes and groans low for the pushing.] That's it, get all up in me--

[Aw shit aw hell he brought it up. Freddy was thinking about it, having the cool air on his face, over his shoulders, while Larry holds him down for a good thorough fucking. But people will hear them won't they? That is, if they're awake. But this is Sin City, people are bound to be awake. On the other hand Larry did check in with an alias so getting thrown out ain't no thing. Damnit.]

It's d-dangerous...

[Freddy concludes...as he reaches over to undo the latch on the glass door.]

[Low groans from Freddy, growls from Larry. It isn't going to be a quiet fucking. Not when they've had to behave themselves so long.]

Right up your ass.

[Entirely sheathed he kisses above Freddy's collar.]

I know. We'll be careful, Mr. Stark. [He was going to go for Hal Jordan but it's been done before. Note to self: learn more of Freddy's hero's names. The old man's list is short.] I'm not gonna let you fall.

[The air on his skin will feel great. Not to mention there wouldn't be any glass fogging over.]

Right up my ass.

[He repeats while tilting his head back against Larry. Those kisses are fucking amazing...about as amazing as being called Mr. Stark. Nevermind how in this kid's opinion Larry's the Stark to his Rogers, the Bruce to his Clark, or the Doc Holliday to his Wyatt Earp. Yeah something like that.]

...Okay. [For once this concession is genuinely somewhat submissive. Hard to be assertive when you're about to have to walk out while stuck on another man's dick.] Help me out.

[Larry better if he wants to get laid.]

[Boy oh boy if he were to even breathe any of those cowboy analogies the old man's heart would about burst with pride and gratitude to even be compared.

How did he get so lucky and unlucking on that bad, bad day?

Larry reaches past to pull the door open.]

Lemme do the hard part.

[The walking. The kid can shuffle along. Both arms go around him. Woah. It's only a few steps but walking like this is not an easy task. Feels fucking straight. The balcony rail is within reach now.]

Much better.

[He sighs out in a huff.]

Now you can see fucking everything. [While fucking.]

[Maybe he will one day but that day is not right now because he's too wrapped up in being on his dick while trying to access the balcony--oh. Feeling those arms around him his own feet start shuffling and then Freddy can't help but laugh a little.]

You're walkin' me out. [Grunt.] On your dick.

[Onto a balcony in a pseudo Las Vegas. Can things get anymore surreal? He loves it. The kid runs his hands along the railing.] Everything's great.

[Against the sounds of the city he may as well have whispered that veiled expression of affection.] Okay tough guy. Act like I'm part of one of your donkey shows.

Not like walkin' a dog on a leash. So don't expect it to happen all the time.

[And they can laugh about it. Feeling Freddy's chest rumble with it makes it contagious.]

Walking I mean.

[Both hands go up and down his sides.]

You're the star. The show starts now. [Larry makes sure his first slide forward is a steady, solid one.]

You'd put me on a leash? [A brow goes up. Would he muzzle him too? Honestly. Fff.] Ooh.

[So much for acting indignant. Those paws going up and down his sides feel like massaging rollers as his cock starts pushing again. It evokes a low stretched out moan from Freddy. It's not as loud as it could be out here but they're just getting started. Give the kid a moment to accept that he's getting fucked out in the open on a swanky balcony.]

God. [Fingers grip the railing harder.] That's it, cowboy, ride me.

[He needs to do a little more research before asking Larry to rough him up like they're outlaw and lawman at the O.K. Corral.]

I would but [grunt] I think you need somethin' heavy duty in case you try and run wild.

[Roller paws take to scratching up and down. Lawrence Dimick doesn't have long painted nails so it doesn't hurt. Now and then though he strikes the kid's chest open palmed like he's trying to urge a mount to go faster.]

Fuck. [The smell of Marlboros and testosterone fill his nose on the inhale to puff against his skin on the exhale.]

You want my hand on you?

You like the chase.

[Freddy argues in rushed tones with regards to running wild supposedly being out of Lawrence Dimick's favor before groaning. Not much time to keep talking. Those paws roaming over his body while those hips plow into his body take the kid's breath away. Goddamn they're really doing it on a Las Vegas balcony, a dream come true. Maybe no one will notice because they still have their shirts on although lacking pants is a pretty big sign.]

Put it on me--[Swallow.]--when we're inside.

[Huff puff. Yeah the kid expects to fuck in the suite too and anywhere will suffice.]

Uh huh.

[Intelligent. Eloquent. And there's grunting too.

Seeing stars, seeing lights and the sweat that might be gathering on his skin. Traffic is still running on through the strip. It isn't as loud to the ol' bear's ears as their skin colliding. They're louder than he thought he'd be. Oh well.

Harder. Faster. Larry grinds roughly at the end of each fuck. The kid isn't a woman and the old man's not a donkey... it's still filthy and beautiful that way. Paws clutch at his thighs from the front.]

I'm gonna come right in your ass, cowboy.

[Instead of a woman and a donkey he's a kid and a bear. There's sort of no winning in that kind of situation, honestly. Not that Freddy's complaining of course. Paws clutching his thighs make the rest of his body tighten around his dick.]

Oh fuck. Fuck I want you comin' in my ass baby.

[Freddy groans loud over the traffic. Shit they're gonna wake someone up he just knows it. The risk excites him even more. His palms grip the railing harder almost enough to fucking shake it if the whole place wasn't built to perfection. Rrrrrrrhrrrmm. Uh, is that someone else's balcony door opening above them?]

[Would people pay to see them like this? What a question. They aren't the standard movie star chumps. Freddy is attractive, he'd get takers if people knew the exact flavor of this orange. After all, the ladies look more than once. And fellas? Larry hasn't caught a motherfucker picking up on him yet but the very idea makes his pulse spike.]

Oh fuck.

[That dick that the kid is shouting for is leaking, as much as Larry wants to keep on going, he doesn't want them to be seen. He growls into Freddy's ear:] let go. Back up. [Goddamn he's held so tight and hot. Don't come like this. Don't fucking come while ducking out of sight.]

[They're going to have to repeat that walking trick.]

Edited 2011-07-19 04:18 (UTC)

[They'd probably get paid on the amateur or dungeon circuit, maybe. People put big money down for photoshoots too. If anything Larry could be his agent, not that Freddy's ever seriously considered a career change down that path. He can't even arrange a proper third party fff.]

Hey hey hey take it easy.

[Wow suddenly being on his dick isn't so fun when they're trying to sneak back in. The kid does let go though and with extremely careful steps he shuffles after Larry's lead. Fucking surreal. When they're inside though he's laughing again kind of--it sounds like a cross between laughing and gasping.]

Don't wanna share huh? [Oof. His hands reach back to rub along any part of White he can touch.] I'm fuckin' rock hard Larry.

[That's his way of begging to continue fucking. The glass door's left open too so even if their upstairs neighbor can't see them they might hear them.]

Easy as I can. [Delicately as he can keeping all of the equipment in one piece. The evasion, protecting what is rightfully his of course enhances the experience.]

I don't think they'll wanna make it all the way down to our floor, we started without em. We'll finish that way.

[Breathe even under the touch of those flappy hands.]

...do [first slam back into motion] you wanna share? [He grinds and kisses Freddy's shoulder. Yep. Back to business. The upper balcony will have to just deal with the soundtrack of this show.]

Sounds like a plan.

[Freddy coughs out, needing help standing upright. Hey Larry dragged chair over here didn't he? The kid's bending over the back of it for balance and leverage. He groans again over that thrust, pushing the tension down his damn thighs.]

N-no...not now. [Swallow.] Now I just want you. I want you fuckin' me, baby. I want you comin' up my ass, tough guy.

[Has he stroked the old man's ego enough?] And put your hand on me.

Later. [Panting and gasping he laughs because it keeps becoming later and later and their own coupling keeps getting more and more exciting. How's that even work?]

You got me. [Hard and fast. The minute the kid asks for it, the old man's hand is right there.] God al-fucking-mightly you do. [Larry works his paw in double time. A handful of hard hits at Freddy and his prostate and he's blowing his load like he said he would. Noisily.]

Sure.

[He answers most distractedly. Yeah yeah it becomes later and later so sure him. Larry ain't complaining is he? The way his body feels pushing hard and deep into his own sure doesn't seem like disappointment or settling for only what they got. How's that even work?]

Oh fuck yes. Fuck keep doin' that. I want you unloadin'... [Those words were gonna go somewhere but they get lost in more gasps and moans and some loud huffing and puffing that's sure to travel upstairs.] Son of a bitch. Gimme the whole thing.

[Whoa was that an outright command from Freddy Newendyke? Sure sounds like. The chair is scooting by barest measurements from their movement.]

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