whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Damn. Just...damn. Larry cocks his head to get a full look of that show.]

I'm happy you came on home. You're fuckin' hot property.

[Paws smooth on up his sides to his chest and then back so he can prop himself upon his elbows.]

[A couple bars and one club later the pair arrives at a place that looks largely nondescript on the outside. Surely Freddy knows what that means about the inside right? He looks at Larry, appearing just mildly unsure. The old man has been taking the lead so clearly this establishment is no exception.]

Are you sure? I mean...

[He gestures to his arm. A floppy haired young guy wearing a sling doesn't make for very good anonymity.]

You done already?

[The last two were, and the old man can say it to himself, a bust. Sure they had a busy crowd but they weren't no different from Scott's. He had a feeling. Now it was personal. The kid wanted to see a real tried and true flesh driven club that...Larry had no idea would be around or if he'd even like it himself. There's one thing about a film or a strip club he knew what to expect this was a different sort of playground. He had to be sure for the two of em.

The game was over if Freddy was out.]

What about it? Anybody so much as looks at you wrong they're gonna be sorry.

[With or without sling.]

I'd rather you go on in with it than without. It'd be your choice.

No. [Whoops. Sounding defensive there, Newendyke.] I'm just asking.

[Aw listen to the old man talking like an experienced professional. It fuels Freddy with a little more confidence immediately.] I guess...okay okay, I'll keep it on. I can always get a new one if it gets messy.

[That's better, Newendyke, less shy more enthusiastic. He gestures for the old man to go first, gentleman and what not.]

Okay, man.

[Pat, pat to his good shoulder. Larry sets his jaw and takes a breath as he falls into stride for the door. There is a doorman, he's in pretty typical casual clothing though he must like some sort of a band or movie called Affliction. One look to the both of em and he nods. Already there is a thud of bass music.]

I always wonder who decides the music for these kinds of places.

[He has to turn his head to be heard. There's a long hallway and a coat check. How nice.]

[Freddy's giving the bouncer a casual look over, trying to appear super cool like it's not his first time at all nope nope. The Affliction fan--whatever that means--ain't buying it but he ain't gonna call the pair out on it either. New guys show up all the time. Inside nearest the coat check is where they pay their dues. Fortunately the desert has given the kid a fresher outlook on some things so dishing out a little money for each bust tonight hasn't bothered him much. He just hopes the busts end here.]

I always wonder why they bother with the music.

[The kid replies, increasing his own volume just to be heard. At least he's not unfamiliar with the type of venue, yet it's still very different going in as brass to drag a perp out and going in as a perv himself. He sticks close to Larry's side.]

[Brass badge wearing fuckers can still be pervs. Mr. Orange is the living breathing proof of it except only Dimick knows how much. Well, could be Eames and Arthur too. One more look over at his companion then the chump at the door. The money's nothing. If Freddy's sore about it he may discover more in a pocket than he thought. That's just how the old man slips him some without Freddy trying to make a talk about it. Hopefully if he doesn't do it frequently enough he won't catch on.]

We're cool. C'mon.

[A touch to the arm now. Even though they are among unjudging company he feels as though getting handsy too soon would be practically pissing on the man. If that's what he needs to do, that's what he needs to do. Gulp.

Be cool, old man. Closer in they go. Already there are small cut outs of rooms without doors. First one in he sees a man fixing his pants. Well. That's one encouraging sign.]

[The old man's lucky the kid isn't counting what's in his pocket. Even when a paw reaches in there to him it's just a paw to warm his bum under the denim or something like that. Consider yourself very very lucky, Lawrence Dimick. Even so it wouldn't bother Freddy too much to find out unless he's stuffing big big bills in there.]

So...what do we do from here?

[He asks, attention on the surroundings and the action that's already in motion just two steps out of the corridor. Damn. Holy shit is that a cage? So far it's not looking like a bust but it is looking a little intimidating. But that's okay because Orange has White and White's an experienced professional, right? Maybe part of Freddy's shyness factors in from being the newbie of the pair. It's already obvious to any of the regulars that these two are a couple. Doesn't stop the guy who's squeezing his own package from looking at them at a safe polite distance.]

[He has to lean close enough to touch heads to be heard.]

Whatever you want.

[Because that...seems like it's what everyone else is up to. There are some bodies dancing. And as his eyes are adjusting to the smoke and lighting, he can see lined partitions with very obvious holes in them. Heh. Larry swallows. This is the real deal.

He can feel eyes on them. Instinctively he puts an arm around Freddy's torso. Gentle because of that sling.]

Wanna drink?

[That'd allow them to look around more.]

[Bump. Oops. Might've touched heads a little harder than intended but Freddy hears him loud and clear.]

Sure. Buyin' me one don't mean I owe you anythin' does it?

[Freddy asks just to play up the part. Letting a little liquor set in would definitely give them time to scope out the place. Too bad it's overpriced and there's a limit to how much. Drunks passing out in watersports corner is just bad for business all around.]

[Ouch. There's something of a sting there. Not too bad. And for God's sake he isn't rubbing on it.]

It's polite to offer me something if I'm gonna go and treat you.

[Overpriced as it may be, they do have more cash to spare. This is the closest to what they had in mind more so than all of the previous establishments. Larry wants their time to be well spent. Observing is worth it. On the way to the bar they pass a man in nothing but his socks and sneakers. Yep. They're on the right track.]

[The socks and sneakers get up kind of throws Freddy for a loop but the curious individual makes up for it by sporting what appears to be a rather sizable unit. So's this other guy--wait no not that guy, the ladder of piercings going up to his frenum doesn't appeal to Freddy Newendyke. The lotus tattooed guy down the end of the bar on the other hand, he's a pretty one. The snake-eyed man next to him...not so much.]

Whatcha got in mind? [For favors owed due to this overpriced beer.]

Well.

[Larry licks his lips. He's looking too. Not all men are hanging out or nude. The sort of fashion looks like keeping the barn door open for business. Two over priced beers are cool and perspiring at the bar.]

I can't help but notice you got a great looking mouth there.

[One that is catching his attention more even with so many dicks out.]

[Oh the old man wants to go there, does he.]

You think so? I can do a lot with it, I mean sure some guys think I talk too much but whatever I got things to say. Don't blame me for it you know?

[Playing it up, he is, before taking a long tight delicious sip from the bottle.]

I got time.

[Talk he says. That is actually just fine. It's the air and atmosphere. Everything is blatantly sexual. Sure there is music but people ain't comin' here to dance. And there are no dancers to watch or anything to watch for a show that will end. The entertainment is all around, and they are a part of it.

Breathe, White. Don't loose your cool. Thinking too hard on it all will get him anxious in no time in the wrong way.]

So what do you wanna talk about, my man? We could talk about the weather.

[Eyes are still on Freddy now and then catching someone in the peripheral.]

[Fortunately--or unfortunately--the kid hasn't caught on to the old man's anxiety just yet. Whatever he said today, yesterday, the day before, has him fully convinced this is old hat for Lawrence Dimick. Look Freddy's feeling so much more comfortable already that he sticks his tongue down the bottleneck for a second. It's a show just for Mr. White and a show for Mr. Puce who's checking out the goods on both of them. Mm, delicious beer.]

The weather? Really? Sure, it's warming up. Humidity's gettin' high.

Is it?

[Yeah. It is getting warmer. The old man catches the feeling that they're the entertainment right now. Brown eyes flick to him. Oh. He's enjoying the little play by play working himself over through his jeans.]

I suppose then we're in the right kind of climate.

[More of a drink of his beer. Freddy himself is like the switch to his libido. Getting roused isn't the hard part (heh) it is the social cues and keeping an eye out all around. Damn, Dimmy. You really should have done more homework.

It was an excuse to get out. Hardly far into the week for Freddy to keep out of work. An idle Newendyke is an unhappy Newendyke. That still don't make it okay to skate by on a fib.]

Unless you wanna head someplace more cozy.

[Than leaning on up on the bar.]

I ain't ever had a problem with the Bahamas. It's a lot like what I wanted to travel for.

[He shakes his head yet in agreement with the old man as a guy in neon pink briefs takes another guy in neon green briefs away from the bar by the hand. They're off to have some fun it seems. Siiiiip.]

You got any suggestions?

[Freddy asks Larry, ready to take his cues, his lead. Lotus Flower is going away now too, leaving the bar zone to duck into one of the doorless private areas.]

[The body heat? The drinks? Something exotic and forbidden in the air?]

You and me, we could go and see what's going down. We don't have to go through everything here.

[They did want to just come and see. That was the original plan. Except he is supposed to be the leader. Hopefully the over courteous leader bit is gonna get him to a place with solid footing.

The old man puts a paw on Freddy's knee and rubs.]

Think they got a wrapping policy here.

Wrapping's pretty smart whether or not anybody gets down. I don't mind if you don't mind.

[And Freddy don't shine if Larry don't shine. He puts a freckled hand over that patting paw only to slip his fingers under the palm then turn it over so they're laced. Holding hands in a sex club, talk about true romance.]

[Strong, agile freckled fingers fit so well with bigger, thicker Dimick ones. He can appreciate that right now. It was a very fleeting thought that he noticed putting his hand to the seat behind him to give the bleeding man something to clasp onto. It's a regular fucking lifeline.]

Baby.

[He licks his dry lips. Huff. May as well come on clean. Fingers curl tighter. He needs this connection.]

I ain't ever really been to a place like this before. I know what it looks like. I know what happens but... not first hand.

[His other paw is holding onto his beer it feels far cooler in his grip.]

[He's smiling at Larry, shy but still happy to finally be inside because he's here with his man--wait what? Freddy quirks a brow. The hand stays right where it is but it's noticeably holding him a little tighter, like maybe he expects Larry to want to suddenly retreat in which cause Freddy ain't lettin' him run anywhere until he explains.]

What? Really? After all the talkin' and the stories...?

[Okay okay so maybe some of those stories were anecdotal from other people 'heard from a guy who knew a guy' but really? Lawrence fucking Dimick? Not even once?] So...this is your first time...

[He'd gesture to the floor with his other hand if it wasn't trapped in a sling.]

The ones like Scott's that's...about the longest I've been in. [In a gay bar. Be a man, Dimick.] I would poke in times before to try and find a quick lay. You know, to get my fix so I could forget about it.

[It was a different time. A different place for certain. Don't go casting judging eyes.]

I've seen shit in movies.

[Freddy movies. Now he is starting to feel like a class-A idiot.]

But yeah. Yeah this is my first time.

[Listening to Dimick it's becoming a lot clearer; the old man posed and postured to get them here but now that he's actually here the pressure's gone up ten fold. He ought to kick the guy for lying, for making him think he's so goddamn expert. But instead of kicking him Freddy just wants to kiss him.]

So....I'm pretty much gonna pop your cherry.

[And Larry to Freddy likewise. Two first timers on an adventure, that's what this is now. The kid couldn't feel anymore like it was a date.]

[Bullshitting can only get you so far. How does Freddy to it? For one, he is naturalistic as hell. And for two, something about Freddy kind of puts it all at ease. That is what he was hoping to emulate.

He is trying to brace himself for his comeuppance.]

That's pretty much it.

[Word choice is top notch as usual.]

You know how that is.

But I ain't no madman.

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