orangetoughguy | phone post

[The part about not being able to sing makes Freddy laugh. So this is what he's up against, the standard she's set, unless White's gone and lowered his own straight to cock. Shit don't think like that, Newendyke, he's so much better than something so selfish.]

Kept you on your toes, huh?

[At least Orange doesn't have to be on his to dance with White.]

I didn't think of it like that at the time but you hit the nail on the head. It wasn't all her fault though. She had so much shit happen. Most of it she never told me for the longest time or else it would have made more sense. Everybody's got their secrets.

[A man marked her life so much deeper than a tattoo. It was all so different then. A different state of mind and a different feeling. How could he even compare? Larry dips his head some to rest it against Orange's. His hair is soft, the color of butterscotch candy in that indistinct blonde brown sort of way.]

I had my fill. So did she.

[Secrets. Freddy has a lot of those. At least he can rest easy knowing White's used to it. What cocksucking criminal isn't?]

I get it.

[He says quietly, White doesn't have to say more. The feeling of the old man resting against him is so good. Freddy lifts a hand from Larry to brush his fingertips over his darker (but graying) somewhat wavy hair.]

Why'd you wanna know?

[His eyes are half lidded and the touch to his head is so soothing. Maybe he should cool off, put his guard back up. They fucked and it was a good time. Being guarded will mean he can stay objective.

It's too late. Far too late. He's in Mr. Orange's clutches just as much as Mr Orange is in his arms.]

Do you have a story for me too?

[His lips move close to his ear brushing on hair.]

Was she an angel or a bitch? ...both?

Why not?

[That's some quick sharp thinking there, Newendyke, but now fuck he's going to wonder if he's being defensive, building walls, put his own guard back up when it's so goddamn down.]

No...not a good story...

[Freddy whispers as if he's speaking into White's ear when it's sort of the opposite.] ...It never felt right.

[Unlike this moment.]

I think I might have time for a long story in a couple of weeks.

[After the job. Dread swells like a balloon in his own gut to realize what sort of hopes he's voicing. They're shooting the shit. They're wasting time. This is just a fucking phase, a fling. This isn't what it looks like or sounds like.

Larry Dimick is a fucking idiot. He can't take the words back and Mr. Orange's are mighty personal. So much for Joe's rules.]

[Oh fuck that cuts like a knife. Freddy does his best to hide his guilt, his shame, the redness that makes Mr. Orange look a little younger than he really is.]

Me too. With all that ice. A guy could go anywhere.

[Play it cool, Newendyke, real real cool. He can't tell White, Larry Dimick, how badly he wants to be there. Not outright. It hurts that way.]

Uh huh.

[Ice. Business. Larry sighs just a little, his chest doesn't move much but it sure does muss some of Freddy's hair on the exhale that he's got to comb it back for him. Polite thing to do and all. He touched it before the other night.]

You're gonna go far, I can tell.

[In the business and with the sort of flights of fantasy he has. But maybe he won't go alone. Only time will tell.]

Stones or no stones.

[What a fucking flatterer. Freddy is fucking smitten.]

Don't lay it on too thick, old man.

[Please lay it on as much as you want. He loves the way his thick fingers brush through his hair.]

...I like this song.

[Not great to dance to but it's kind of funny how ELO's "Evil Woman" starts playing.]

You say thank you and you like it asshole.

[Words like that don't come easy or lightly to just anybody. Larry can be indifferent if he tried. So far trying and Freddy aren't quite what is in the cards. It's hard to say exactly why. All he's doing is asking questions and trying to figure things out, being funny and honest and altogether an amusing hunk of man.]

Yeah?

[Because it makes him think of evil women. They're still moving together. Oh fuck he enjoys it.]

Decent vocals.

Thanks. [Aw shit the warmth and redness are glowing again. He clears his throat.] It ain't no Donna but it's a good song.

[He shuffles a little more with the rhythm because it's more upbeat than a rainy night. It's Newendyke territory. He was a kid in Fresno back then.]

[He lets Orange lead. Since it's a song of his and because he's more perceptive to his own tune.]

Donna isn't the peak of good songs. [Larry will admit that much. The kid may already be figuring him out bit by bit.]

I do like her quite well though.

[His big hands feel the kid through the fabric of his shirt at the waist. Does he still have the bruises?]

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