whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

I'd have to pull out.

[Freddy grunts, clearly not wanting to do that just yet and to show it he grinds at a particular angle as if it's possible to get any deeper inside Larry.]

Think I'll...take your word for it man.

[He breathes against him before pursing his lips high at White's cheek. This freckled hand on his hip is slowly creeping between this thighs to feel that seam where their bodies meet together. It's a tight fit.]

[Damn good thing he's not pulling out so soon. His body is just not ready for it.]

Is this what your cowboys make you think of?

[Huff. Puff. He can feel that touch down below and in between them.]

Christ, man. I don't know what the fuck I'd do without you.

[And that's the honest to God truth.]

Oh yeah. Gettin' hard, fucking around with my man. [Or men but really there's only one exclusive man for Freddy Newendyke.] I don't know either, Larry.

[Freddy shakes his head, floppy hair moving with the motion.]

Whack off to Pam Grier movies? [That's a joke for you, Lawrence Dimick. Honest.]

[There are other dicks to suck or fuck but Lawrence Dimick is the man he goes home with. That is something that he will not get sick of knowing. Since they're not in any furious motion he can spare a hand to push back his floppy blonde brown hair.]

Shit. You know me too fucking well.

[Here, Freddy Newendyke. Collect your prize: a mouth full of Dimick to really fill on up both ends. There may be a ghost of a taste of spunk.]

[Heh heh heh. For that the old man gets a wink of a caramel apple eye before both are widening, then narrowing, in a deep wet kiss.]

Mmm...

[There's some muffling like the kid is actually saying something around his tongue, but whatever it is it's obviously not important enough to be properly enunciated.]

[Slow grind and slow sliding of tongue. The old man thinks that his cock is in deeper. A little longer before he pulls back.]

You tryin' to say something, cowboy?

[He asks because he cares about every little thing. This is fucking love. Behind him on the screen is a guy who knows a lot about stealing hearts away.]

Huh? [Lick to his lips, or his chops for that matter.] Oh. I was sayin'...

[Actually Freddy can't remember what he was saying. Locking mouths with this man while his dick is locked in his ass just takes his fucking breath away and scrambles his goddamn brains. Now it's Freddy's turn to pat Larry's cheek.]

Kali Ma? [Mola Ram's not the only one stealing hearts here.]

Bullshit.

[Even when he shakes his head those stubborn curls won't quit.]

I think I better get off.

[Meaning that he doesn't want to. Just how things are. Shit. He sighs and is really working up the effort.]

One. Two.

[Easing up slowly, slowly. It's not a quiet feat.]

And a cryin' shame about it.

[Aw hell this is the part where Freddy has to brace himself. The second that tightness starts pulling upward off his cock he can't help but moan. And the moaning really sounds no different from when the man's ass is sinking down on him. Just how things are. Goddamn.]

Fuck... [Freckled hands start rubbing slow circles over the top of Larry's ass.] So...can they stay?

Tell me about it.

[That's a flat strained tone of voice. Boy he can feel how how empty it is, kinda like a new tunnel. Breathe, Dimick.]

...they?

[Resting now up on his lap he's looking down into his freckled face. That's two hands on him.]

Y'mean these?

[Weight on his knees he reaches back to put one paw on each hand.]

Sweet.

[Freddy remarks, fingers twisting with fingers, paw in paw. Then the kid smiles.]

I meant the cowboys.

[Hehehe. He leans up to kiss that old face though, all joking aside.]

Is that even a real question?

[Because he won't even dignify that with an answer. Jesus fucking Christ. Remember who you're talking to Freddy Newendyke. The movie is still going. As he is swapping saliva with one hell of an art collector, the old man privately congratulates himself with riding up top.]

[Before lunch he already broke up a two fights. A pair was usually the best of chums. Lunch was when he could head on home. On the street he watched a woman drive up on the sidewalk to make a turn before everybody else. Curse day. Right.

Where is that kid? Device out and have a ring-a-ding-ding.]

What's up.

[Pong pong pong pong pong. That's going on in the background of your call, Lawrence Dimick, and no Freddy hasn't been oblivious to how the old man's been all day. He just hasn't got a clue as to what it is that's eating the guy.]

I'm done for the day.

[For work at least. He hasn't been undone enough to want to call it a day. Boy. Would be nice to do so though. Nope. Get a grip on things, Dimick. It is all normal shit all around. And it is very different in his own circumstances. Saying that on repeat does have a slow loss of truth.]

...where are you?

[The old man would like to believe that he's not completely transparent. You let someone into your bed and your life they catch on.]

I found another arcade.

[It's one of the few games he can handle with one good arm and one healing one. Normally that would mean Mr. White might not see him for another hour or two but today...]

Want me to come get you or are you gonna come get me?

Another?

[That's how many?]

I can head your way.

[Though going home would be terrific. Looks like that isn't an option. From the way the conversation is going it would be pretty obvious if he suggested a third option.]

[Don't fret, old man, this kid is one half-step ahead of you.]

We could meet up at home. I'm finished up here. [Of course he'll leave the ball in Larry's court.]

[Far too used to playing chess with one another. Well played, Newendyke.]

Yeah. That works. I'll see you there.

[A bit more time. A bit more fresh air. Walking around like this though, he has to wonder if this is what Freddy sees. It's not about being a cop or really a matter of right and wrong, it's about restraint.

Lawrence Dimick's got that.]

[To Freddy Newendyke right now it's about taking care of his close(r than close) friend and getting to the bottom of his behavior because they're supposed to tell each other things. Moreso than before anyway. It doesn't take long for Orange to get home either, he was nearer to the resident, quite possibly wanting to be present as soon as Larry got out or at the shortest distance to come back if the old man called from home first. Planned? Possibly. An arcade's always more fun than a game system anyway.]

[Lumbering like a bear of sorts he hustles his way in. All according to a cunning plan, he gets there second. Whoops. Well. The walk was his alone time.]

That was fast.

[And it's not a complaint! Observation!]

I wasn't far.

[Never said he wouldn't own up to a little of his own plans but that also depends on whether or not Larry thinks it's a coincidence. Freddy sure ain't telling. He pokes his head up from the couch now. The TV's on showing something called Captain Planet.]

Good day? Bad day?

[Cartoons. That's what these old eyes see.]

Kinda both.

[See? No hiding. Not really. He lumbers on over to the couch to lean in for a proper greeting.]

Stupid day out.

[Because Freddy has no doubt noticed. For a moment he thinks to say something about the kids in the arcade. Best not for right now.]

[A proper greeting like a kiss on the mouth right? Better hope that's right because that's what Freddy's leaning up to do. A quick mouth to mouth press, nothing more.]

What happened? New guys tryin' to sweep the house again?

[Standard funny stuff going on at the casino. It's more just the kid's way of telling him he can say whatever he wants to say.]

[Exactly right. When his man is leaning on up, he gets himself a press of the mouth.]

No, boy oh boy that'd be the last fucking thing I'd want.

[Plop right on down on the couch. His eyes aren't on the animated figures on their screen.]

I've just been seeing too many people do stupid things. Cutting people off, shoving guns in their face. Dumb, ridiculous shit like that.

[Which really has no reason or connection to him directly. Huff. As he is getting comfortable he lifts an arm and tilts in a way that's inviting a little more coziness.]

But I ain't no madman.

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