whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Roo 'uckin' 'ong.

[Can you make that out, Lawrence Dimick? Yeah that's Freddy trying to talk around his gag just because he has words to share, okay. It's important for him to have his say whether or not you can understand, Dimmy. For the record he means it's been too goddamn long since they've fucked. Days (just days).]

Oh 'od.

[The kid's face is already flushed soft red, cheek rubbing into his jeans. It feels so fucking intense.]

[That could be too fucking long or you rocking dog...dong? His mouth doesn't stop licking, biting and kissing. There's more force and confidence to his pace. Just days with this much tension makes so much of a difference with no release.]

Oh fuck, baby.

[A rough whisper. Except he keeps grunting right from the chest. Wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what's up in this room by anybody passing by in the hallway. At least they're not unabashedly collecting knocks on the wall. Balls swing and strike against Freddy's freckled end.]

What me to stroke your cock?

Edited 2012-02-22 03:16 (UTC)

[Shit Freddy hopes anyone who walks by can figure out what's going on. That's how unabashed he's feeling, how much he wants everyone to know he proudly fucks Mr. White. For that question there's a muffled groaning followed by a nod nod nod of his floppy dirty blonde head.]

Uh--h-huh...uh huh.

[Another loud groan. He's making a wet spot from saliva on his pants. In a moment or so he'll be wetting at the tip of his own cock too.]

[Crystal clear answer there. It never ever gets old to him to be stroking his uncut cock. Fuck is he ever hard, foreskin rolled back. He tries to keep his movements complimenting the way he's plowing forward into his prostate again and again.

One wet sucking kiss at the back of his neck before he sits up.]

Beautiful.

[Swallow. Huff. Damn. Now he's not caring too much about what sounds like what. Thigh to ass smacking is another noise that is hard to ignore, harder to hide the way he's hammering. He's making his own wet spot that helps take the edge off of the intense friction.]

[Fuck that paw on him, this mouth on him, that dick inside him. It's almost like the kind of desperate raw fuck he imagined having when they first met. Just not in a goddamn desert shanty town. Something about the urgency though and the risk of close quarters, yeah that really comes close. His ring piece is feeling a mild sting from the lube they've used. 'Lube' really. Orange doesn't regret a goddamn second.]

Unnnhhh.

[Should they be glad no one's bothered to poke in based on his sounds alone? Freddy could be fucking dying, fucking assaulted. Shouldn't they be sick with humanity for not checking in on what's making this kid cry into his jeans? Ah well. One look at his dick leaking precum and the way these freckled hands unbound keep grabbing at the old man proves how much Freddy wants it. Watch out, Mr. White, he's going down for the count. Knees slowly scoot back and wider as it seems Freddy's lowering himself closer to the cot, coming hard and fast.]

[A lot of dirty, shameful things happen when the conditions are bad and the people are worse. It's like streets south of the border over run with drug lords and their agendas. They would have seen the guns in the room along with the two bodies slapping together. That spells trouble all over.]

Don't stop, tough guy.

[Coming, moaning even though it's all right on into some sand saturated denim. Larry guns in balls deep to get the most of his shaking and constricting. He'll grind against his prostate right along with his orgasm. He may not be Colossus but damn he is going to try to move that hard and fast so quickly. Knees wider and pressed right into the cot, what a sight.]

I'm g-gonna come with you.

[Back now flush against his body. His fist is moving on Freddy's cock tighter and faster. They'll be making a mess on the floor. Whoops.]

[He shakes his head enthusiastically to say he won't stop until he's completely milked and milked Larry in the process. The kid's tight end is even tighter when he's coming like this, all heat and constriction around a not-quite-so-slippery cock.]

Fuck.

[Sorry, Larry, he has to spit the denim out to gasp. The slighter body writhes and shakes under the broader one, weighted and anchored by him. It feels so fucking great.]

Come for me, baby. Fill me up. [That's one thing the desert won't take away, the old man's load. It has no other place it ought to go besides on or inside Freddy Newendyke.]

[Will Freddy accept his instant forgiveness given inarticulately? Larry doesn't have anything in his mouth, he just cannot form the right words and sounds because he's blowing his load. Right into the wiry strong body under him even if it isn't quite as slick as the norm. If he knew he was going to hit the big time so soon he would have tried to bite on something to keep it down.]

Jesus. Jesus Christ.

[All the writhing and grinding now savoring how he can feel the warmth of cum right along with the temperature of the kid. Hard, heavy shit it is. Of course the old man is addicted.]

[With Larry right on top of him like this Freddy can reach back and hold the old man to him, almost kind of like a reverse embrace. Freckled thighs are grinding back against tanned ones. It doesn't matter to him that the man didn't bite, didn't yell his name, why should it when he's in him and on top of him, weighing him down in the best possible way. It's unmistakeably Lawrence Dimick and Lawrence Dimick knows this wiry body beneath his is Freddy Newendyke's, marked for each other.]

Shit man... [He breathes. Shudders.] I needed that.

[He'll bite now. A rumble of a chuckle starts as he lets go. The small amount of worry he had for his ring piece is done away with. Just the effects of Mr. Orange humor.]

Me [pant pant] too.

[Huff. Freddy Newendyke's body deserves more touching so he can feel every residual shudder. Damn. The old man has his own too. Slow, deep grinding to milk the moment and himself out to its fullest.]

We shouldn't wait so long next time.

[Especially when there has got to be supplies to make it better. Somewhere.]

[That bite evokes another shiver and shudder, the good kind, the kind which actually makes his ring piece relax only to tighten again. It probably feels great for both of them.]

No shit. [Freddy utters in agreement.] Fuck you feel good in me.

[Have freckled fingers squeezing into your thigh, Mr. White. He can't help but use their bodies and their positions to emphasize how far up Mr. Orange's ass he is. Larry was the first one there, after all.]

[That grip, that shudder, how he sounds. The City can't take that away or the fact that this crumbling ghost of a former metropolis was where they started out. Even though they can't see where or when anymore. Gone is the alley they were found in, the place they lived, their motels and bungalow all into sand. But they are still here.]

Mmm. [Thin lips move to in the shape of Freddy because he doesn't trust himself to keep it down.] You feel amazing.

[Couldn't get any deeper into the man without surgery. It's the old man's dick up inside of him, not a toy or another man. Has he had enough? Because the old man would gladly do whatever he asks right now. Even at risk of anybody walking in at any time.]

Want me to clean you up?

Edited 2012-02-22 05:05 (UTC)

[He thinks he just felt his own name branded onto him, heh. Freddy grinds back under Larry only to shake his head which inevitably rubs unwashed dirty blonde hair against the old man's face.]

It's cool...I'm cool. [You don't have to if you don't want to but Freddy Newendyke's just not the type to be so forthcoming and gentle about it.] I want you to make me a sandwich.

[Freddy moans with a touch of a laugh. Definitely more his style.]

[It is far too late to give a shit about being dirty and unwashed. In the grand scheme of things he is glad to have any thing of Freddy touching him. Larry shuts his eyes in case there's another shake to follow. The first missed his eyes. Laying together like this with his eyes shut he can pretend for a few seconds they're in their living room and it's the hardwood floor under his knees and they just saved the couch from a spot by working with the coffee table. Eyes open slowly again.]

I already did, asshole.

[There's a half hearted smack to his ass for that as he sits up.]

Stay still.

[Because he's gonna pull out and do some clean up as he called it.]

No you didn't.

[If Freddy were to reach over right now and grab for the sandwich it'd be incomplete wouldn't it?? That's the last he saw of it anyway, slices ready but not put together, or maybe Freddy missed the masterpiece in his eagerness to get fucked. Ah well, pointless argument. Freckled hands come on back to mind themselves now, he's anticipating the old man's gonna dismount so no reason to cling to him. The kid does his best to relax his body.]

Okay. Go for it. [He's waiting for that telltale feeling of pulling out, of having a cock leave his body while leaving behind its load.]

Kinda.

[The bread is open, the spam is right there. Okay could use some more in there. Oh they had cheese. ...Fine, you know what? It's an unfinished masterpiece.]

You'll get a complete one in a second.

[Slow exhale because he's not digging the fact he'll have to leave the kid. Just a fact. Easy, easy. The way the old man is gasping some it's like he's shaking a stubbed toe. If it's gonna be like that for him well, it's gonna be very different for Freddy. So he deserves to have his cock and ass cleaned with that Dimick mouth. That's his exact plan. Might ease some of the soreness.]

Okay, cook.

[He manages to huff in before a low stretched moan takes over as Larry pulls out. Fuck even after he's unloaded the guy still feels as big as he was hard. When he's fully vacated it's obvious Larry's left his mark; for a second that ring piece is still open, red at the edges before it closes in. Looks like it's practically teasing for Mr. White's tongue to come at it.]

[He says cook but look at what he's got laid out. Saliva comes pretty fucking easy. It would have been fucking great to get a shot of his body gaping wide open. Sure brings to light how much he has to stretch to fit a cock like Mr. White's.]

Make that two seconds.

[No warning, Newendyke. Dimick goes right on in like he started. Now he doesn't have to worry about not smacking his ass. Anything goes. Most of all though, tongue pressing right on into him slipping and circling.]

[Fortunately Freddy here doesn't need pictures to know how much he needs to stretch for Larry Dimick. By now his body knows it instinctively and invites it readily. Proudly too. Maybe they should make a video of it sometime.]

Ahh...shit. [He whispers the old man's name, all the thrusting and wrecking over with so he's not likely to gran as loud.] How is it?

[Oh yeah, the kid's gonna ask. It feels so fucking sweet he's grinding again, slower than before but no less enthusiastic.]

[A whole damn film. Every bit of it. And it'll be someplace real swell and swank to make such a filthy film more interesting. As long as his favorite star is there. The camera loves him almost as much as the old man does.

There's a wet slurp before he answers.]

Baby you taste so fucking good all full and fucked.

[He lays a solid flat slap across his ass.]

Fuckin'...fuckin' flattery bullshit...

[Siiiiiiiigh. And that's a good sigh too. Freddy sure doesn't sound like he has any real heart in those insults--hey! The sighing turns into a sharp hiss followed by a groan. So much for the gag, anyone else listening close enough will know the scene ain't over yet.]

Jesus. Come here and kiss me, asshole.

Ain't a lie.

[Come on, the old man has heard far worse insults. These are water off of a duck's back. And it's not an unpleasant salty taste. Not quite so...full and sour as usual.]

I know what you like.

[He can say proudly with a smug grin as he comes up to meet his mouth not bothering to wipe it clean off the back of his hand. Take him as he is, Freddy. Just like you always have. This criminal asshole that can walk the high class walk.]

Fuckin' right you do.

[Freddy utters before turning to meet Larry's mouth halfway. Freckled hands reach out to anchor the old man there too so that no drop goes wasted, just as his load was left in his ass anything else is gonna stay in their mouths. It works as an embrace too, tight and firm like he might not release Larry at all. Ever. And no one and no thing can take him away either.]

Sure don't rain like this back home.

[Los Angeles, not Milwaukee. Since their clothes are dirty and they are dirty, it somehow makes sense in a round about way to take a walk in it to clean up some. There's a guy who's fixing up a little something at the apartment. And since he finds himself with more time with Mr. Orange, it's not an opportunity to miss.

They can take a walk around their new neighborhood.]

Looks like Seattle shit to me. [A nod nod in agreement. Nevermind that the kid's never actually been to Seattle.] Feels kinda good though, easy shower.

[Walking along with just Larry Dimick is also a nice casual luxury even when it's through a shanty town.]

But I ain't no madman.

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