orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

[No disappointments here, especially not in Freddy's body. It's highly satisfying. When he walks into a room it's like all of the old man's senses heighten for a breath, a look or a smell. Any third party at this point would know that they're a guest star and nothing more in this bear and kid show.]

It's all yours. Every fuckin' drop. Right. [Gulp.] Right into you. [.....holy shit the way they're goin' at it may as well be an express ticket to hell. No hiding that they're two assholes fucking. Something like that.]

Dirty, greedy little shit.

[Whew! Talking coherently is hard. Larry is still moving the kid on his dick. Forgive him if the movements of his paw are rough as they are almost a fist on his dick and claws at his chest.]

Asshole I'm not greedy.

[Yes he is. Especially when it comes to Lawrence Dimick. But for emphasis Freddy reaches back to twist his fingers into Larry's hair. This acts as some sort of 'punishing' gesture as well as a way to anchor them together, as if the paws on him weren't already enough. Now the kid can rock his hips back and forth, effectively fucking himself on the other man while fucking his fist.]

I'm gonna come on you.

[He says it loud enough for it to travel on out to the balcony. Freddy doesn't even care if the upstairs has already gone back inside. They're free to be loud considering the price. Is this some form of exhibitionism anyway?]

Oh fuck! [There he goes, writhing and shivering, looking like he might just collapse all over the chair.]

[Protesting doesn't convince at all. A man can't say he's not greedy for semen when he is rocking on a dick. Goddamn, Freddy Newendyke is beautiful like this. Flappy hands twisting into the old man's hair make him feel like he's the horse or donkey or whatever the shit since Freddy's taking himself to his own end practically on his own.]

Get it all the fuck over me. I want your whole damn load.

[They sound like two raging homosexuals, selfish and reckless fucking like wild animals at four in the morning. It feels so free.]

Yes. Yes. There we go, baby. [Both hands go to Freddy's groin, one furiously working his cock and the other cradling and kneading his balls like it'll help pull out more. Naturally there'll be a mess all over his fingers.]

[As long as Larry doesn't say that aloud Freddy won't have more to protest. Greedy for cum and cock? Sure. A raging homo? Uh. Best not to go there, not when the kid's still unready.]

God...

[That's a whine and whimper like he's in pain when his orgasm starts subsiding. Could be the way paws are milking him too which would make him the livestock in this equation right? It doesn't really hurt though and that's the important part. Instead there's a well satiated mess all over those thick fingers and a little bit on the chair. Oops.]

I'm fuckin' spent.

[To be honest, Larry wouldn't consider himself to be raging. He's sure that there's enough cocksucker in him to be homosexual or...whatever. It's their secret.

His pulse is no longer beating in his veins and brain. Woah. Now he's feeling bone tired. Thick fingers slowly let go of the kid and just hold at his hips a moment. No drying them off on his clothes because this is what they wore in. Dry cleaning it is for them.]

Good going, Angel Baby.

[Sugary sweet thing to say when the room is cooling down. Just another tune that hit the air before Freddy was alive. But it's just like heaven being here with him.]

[The tune is lost on the kid but it could be more so that he's recovering from getting fucked than it is his age. He draws his own fingers down and away from Larry's dark hair but not off him just yet. Fingertips run along his jawline.]

Thanks. I had help.

[Deep gasps have turned into slow shallow puffs. His body's cooling down but still warm to the touch. Looking over himself the kid can see those paws and the ivory links attached to his sleeves. Cuffs of a different sort.]

So was this...a morning fuck? [Considering the time and all. It's not really an important question, Freddy's just curious.]

[Great. It's stuck in the old man's head. Right out of fucking nowhere. No one else to blame here. He turns his head enough to nip at the kid's palm.]

I'm gonna pull out.

[Hopefully he won't keel over. That's what he feels like he could do.]

Breakfast. [The bear growls regretting the removal but there's no way the'll sleep like this.] So we can sleep in I guess until lunch.

Okay. [He nods, palm cupping even as he nips. It's the contact that counts and this compensates for the loss between his thighs. Freddy groans first then it turns into a low hiss when he's left feeling empty.]

Breakfast fuck huh? Fair enough.

[Where's the bed? Oh right in another room. Freddy needs a breather even though they've had rougher, longer, fucks. Something about where they are and what they've experienced up until this point is overwhelming. The kid chooses to sit on the floor, plush and soft as it is since they paid for top of the line amenities anyway.]

They should have one of those big open buffets right?

[There'll be a lot more touching before the night...day...morning...is truly out. Since they're apart the old man moves to the bathroom. It is big enough to be someone's room in a motel with the way the mirrors are. Both hands cleaned he then wets a cloth. Water feels particularly cool on his hot skin.

He'll share the wealth. When he comes back into the room his eyes move to the bed, the chair and then finally finds the kid on the floor. A whole damn expensive room and he sits on the floor. It makes the old man want to give him more rich, expensive shit so he can do whatever he pleases with it.]

They should. They better.

[The old man knows he'll be hungry, Freddy may be starving by then.

Paws take the cloth from toucan grade nose to balls cleaning where the kid needs it. Oh and touching because he can without the frenzy and build up of not one but three very risque shows.]

[Hey the floor is convenient and comfortable, why wouldn't he pick the floor? Freddy can sit up or lie down or roll over onto his stomach and not kick any furniture while he's at it. Lots of space to use mmkay. Maybe he's getting an idea of how many ways they can fuck on the floor after brunch. Presents from Lawrence Dimick though? The kid can't refuse, he's given him some really good ones before.]

I'm hopin' with lots of pancakes and bacon and waffles.

[Not that Freddy's hungry right now or anything. Oof. He tries to look indignant while getting wiped down like some kind of dirty dog but really Orange is smiling. He loves being touched by White, who knew they could be so fucking made for each other.]

You look good. [He adds as he widens his thighs to make his work easier. The kid's talking about wearing just the shirt and cuffs of course.]

[The carpet is comfortable. Soft even. Any carpet sitting with Freddy is a magic carpet ride.]

If it ain't here there'll be one on the town. [That he doesn't even need to promise. That's how it is. Now that they're as clean as they're gonna get for dirty dogs, the old man starts to take off the cuffs for Freddy in the same easy, casual manner that he took them off.]

Nothin' out of the ordinary, tough guy.

[Both cuffs off.]

Let's test out that bed.

[For sleeping.]

You're not ordinary.

[Freddy argues in an equally casual manner even as he offers both hands to make removal of those cuffs easier. After the cuffs comes the shirt which he unceremoniously tosses aside. Expensive clothing is still just that; clothing. And it's not like it's torn or anything.]

Is it made out of clouds or somethin'?

[He uses Larry to pull himself up to his own feet too.]

[He sure doesn't feel ordinary in those caramel apple colored eyes. Ups he goes.]

No. But I'm pretty sure it's goose down and Egyptian cotton. I forgot to order satin.

[...Larry could be kidding.]

It's a worthy vessel for dreamland.

[Shove for the kid to get him on it.]

Better rest up for tomorrow.

[Right. Whatever that means. Freddy knows it all amounts to something luxurious and expensive which is fine when Larry can afford it. Are they still technically maintaining separate expenses? It's all kind of odd to live with a felon like they've been doing for the past year.]

I'll take your word for it--

[Oof. He stumbles onto the bed, green eyes narrowing for the shove. In retaliation he tugs Larry onto the bed and into an immediate roll so Freddy can wind up half on top of him.]

Yeah cause I got plans for you. [Orange gives a firm near sloppy kiss to the jaw.]

[Breathy laughter is interrupted by the wrestling, then the kiss.]

There's a lot to look forward to.

[Paws move up his spine slow and easy before he rolls to pin the man under him.]

Any shows? Ones you mighta missed?

[An arcade? Now he's getting excited underneath his wave of sleepiness. Sorry Freddy, he's got to move away to pull back the blankets. Don't worry though. He intends to pull him under like he's a dog with a bone.]

I know.

[Freddy says in a matter of fact manner before he's flipped onto his own back. Fff. It's fast and firm enough he has no time to fight back (as if he really wants to anyway).]

I gotta think about that one.

[The kid doesn't say he has a mind to orchestrate his own show for two, let that be a surprise for the old man.]

[Walking the Strip even in the daytime is enjoyable. Behind his sunglasses Larry freely looks at all the glitz of gems and outfits....and opportunities he won't act on. Some people really should not talk about what they brought with em so loudly. The walk is just what the old bear needs to walk off that breakfast buffet.

It's all worth being here longer. Even the late checkout fee. And the dry cleaning bill. Suits are just as well kept when delivered back to them. Like anybody'd notice.]

I gotta tell you, some of these casinos I don't recognize.

Edited 2011-07-20 04:12 (UTC)

Like that's big news.

[Freddy remarks, hands in his pockets. Is it still suit attire time or is it okay to walk around in jeans and a t-shirt like a tourist or a transplant from Reno yet? Either way, these flappy hands are tucked away except to remove a cigarette when he talks.]

It's okay we can't all be kings of Sin City, not even you.

[Because it's not the real Vegas Mr. White knows or else Orange here could be eating his words on top of that buffet. He doesn't doubt in Vegas--the Vegas they know--this man probably has a connection on a couple blocks.]

Tch. [A shove for you, Mr. Orange. Yeah. They can go casual. No problem at all.] I know it's been a while...and I know it is what it is. C'mon.

[There's an issue of pride. He's a prideful old man. So he may not be a king. How about a lord or a White knight? Knights don't have connections a man can count on both hands in a questionable city.]

Okay, Joker. Since we're here...you feel lucky? Think they gotta have some slots worth visiting.

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