"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
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But I ain't no madman.
PHONE CALLS
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PHONE CALLS
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[Talk about cozy. Freddy doesn't mind a bit. For the record, his inability to dance like a traditional gentleman is exactly why Larry gets to lead in those situations. Change the tune to the Humpty Dance though and White will just have to ride in the bitch seat.]
Why you wanna help me break it in?
Why you wanna help me break it in?
Sure I'll watch.
[No, really. That's what the old bear takes him to mean. Whoops if there's otherwise.
He's happy to sit like this for a spell, hold onto him and provide a sort of rumble pack effect. Or maybe play something else. Ahem.]
[No, really. That's what the old bear takes him to mean. Whoops if there's otherwise.
He's happy to sit like this for a spell, hold onto him and provide a sort of rumble pack effect. Or maybe play something else. Ahem.]
Okay.
[He doesn't know how much fun that'll be for Larry Dimick but whatever the old man wants. The kid is unsuspecting of whatever it is he might be planning. Probably another beer swap, fff. First game up is F-Zero, it's a racing game. He's putting it in while occasionally glancing at Larry and their beers.]
[He doesn't know how much fun that'll be for Larry Dimick but whatever the old man wants. The kid is unsuspecting of whatever it is he might be planning. Probably another beer swap, fff. First game up is F-Zero, it's a racing game. He's putting it in while occasionally glancing at Larry and their beers.]
[A little more beer. In fact it's the loosening up and just settling back into a norm that gets him thinking. Freddy's such a good looking guy, the way he's concentrating it would be like there's real serious action going on.]
Have you played this one before?
[Scooting a little closer.]
Have you played this one before?
[Scooting a little closer.]
Kind of. I never owned one of these things you know, it costs around $200 for the system and $60 for a fuckin' game.
[Freddy explains with the authority of a man who still enjoys going to the arcade with quarters. It beats blowing good comic book and action figure money. Watch it take a moment to boot up, a moment in which he casually notices their closeness. Hmmmmmmmmmm.]
[Freddy explains with the authority of a man who still enjoys going to the arcade with quarters. It beats blowing good comic book and action figure money. Watch it take a moment to boot up, a moment in which he casually notices their closeness. Hmmmmmmmmmm.]
That sounds expensive. Shit. How much did you pay?
[Closer. Not too much now he carefully leans to get a sip of his beer.]
I mean, we got plenty to go around.
[Now if you don't mind he'll be slipping an arm around the kid. It's no thing.]
[Closer. Not too much now he carefully leans to get a sip of his beer.]
I mean, we got plenty to go around.
[Now if you don't mind he'll be slipping an arm around the kid. It's no thing.]
For this? Like what...
[Whatever the city equivalent of $30 is and $10 per game, giving a total of $60 because he picked up three games. Oh hey an arm. Freddy gets right comfortable under it.]
Pretty decent haul, still works good.
[Whatever the city equivalent of $30 is and $10 per game, giving a total of $60 because he picked up three games. Oh hey an arm. Freddy gets right comfortable under it.]
Pretty decent haul, still works good.
Oh yeah. I'd say. I mean not no two hundred big ones.
[Too trusting or too distracted, both work to his advantage. For a few moments, Larry doesn't move all that much, rubs under his own nose, gets more beer nothing out of the norm. That is until his hand comes on up and rather than sitting in his own lap comes to sit on Freddy's thigh.]
[Too trusting or too distracted, both work to his advantage. For a few moments, Larry doesn't move all that much, rubs under his own nose, gets more beer nothing out of the norm. That is until his hand comes on up and rather than sitting in his own lap comes to sit on Freddy's thigh.]
[Click click clack clack turn turn click clack. Freddy here is paying attention to his game now, racing along the tracks and getting used to the platform. He hasn't done this since...actually since Claire Bennet, but that was a different system. Oops crash.]
Damn, it ain't like an arcade dash.
[Freddy remarks with a look at the controller before starting up another round. He seems oblivious to the paw on his thigh. Heh heh heh.]
Damn, it ain't like an arcade dash.
[Freddy remarks with a look at the controller before starting up another round. He seems oblivious to the paw on his thigh. Heh heh heh.]
[Man, eyes not gonna even look down Desperate measures!]
Yeah? How different?
[Another sip of beer. Instead of going back to his thigh Larry decides to open his own trousers. Slow. Easy. If it happens to draw attention well, then it draws attention. Button and fly undone and open and he pulls his own briefs on down enough. Another sip of beer and back to the kid's thigh.]
Yeah? How different?
[Another sip of beer. Instead of going back to his thigh Larry decides to open his own trousers. Slow. Easy. If it happens to draw attention well, then it draws attention. Button and fly undone and open and he pulls his own briefs on down enough. Another sip of beer and back to the kid's thigh.]
Less space for your hands.
[Oh shit he can see all that happening out the corner of his eye. Don't look at the dick don't look at the dick. Eh. Look at the dick.]
Aw man.
[Another crash only moments after starting. Freddy turns to stare at Larry, really really stare at him. Is he jealous of the game system already?? This is not what he moved back in for.] Dude, seriously.
[This is totally what he moved back in for. The kid sets his controller aside to wrap his hands around the old man's joystick instead yep.]
[Oh shit he can see all that happening out the corner of his eye. Don't look at the dick don't look at the dick. Eh. Look at the dick.]
Aw man.
[Another crash only moments after starting. Freddy turns to stare at Larry, really really stare at him. Is he jealous of the game system already?? This is not what he moved back in for.] Dude, seriously.
[This is totally what he moved back in for. The kid sets his controller aside to wrap his hands around the old man's joystick instead yep.]
I got more space for your hands.
[He thrives on that look. Even if it isn't eye to eye.]
Seriously what? I'm gettin' comfortable.
[A slow and easy sigh out when Freddy takes control of his joystick.]
I know you probably played this one before.
[He thrives on that look. Even if it isn't eye to eye.]
Seriously what? I'm gettin' comfortable.
[A slow and easy sigh out when Freddy takes control of his joystick.]
I know you probably played this one before.
I could do it with my eyes closed.
[Palms take to twisting, one clockwise and the other counter. He can do this just like he's playing a videogame except in this case Freddy is far better at conversation.]
Your hair looks real good. It ain't for a special occasion is it?
[Palms take to twisting, one clockwise and the other counter. He can do this just like he's playing a videogame except in this case Freddy is far better at conversation.]
Your hair looks real good. It ain't for a special occasion is it?
No. No special occasion.
[Oof. Right on into it. Saves him for trying to pry a hand from the controller onto his cock. Larry smirks with triumph.]
Gotta keep it maintained.
{Looking good for himself and his man. Larry decides to get to undoing each button on his shirt. Hands are more clumsy than usual because something else has got him distracted.]
[Oof. Right on into it. Saves him for trying to pry a hand from the controller onto his cock. Larry smirks with triumph.]
Gotta keep it maintained.
{Looking good for himself and his man. Larry decides to get to undoing each button on his shirt. Hands are more clumsy than usual because something else has got him distracted.]
For who, me?
[The answer better be 'yes' or something like it, Lawrence Dimick. His dick may be big and strong but these hands are not to be underestimated. He can break down rifles in seconds then go have a smoke leaving the pieces unattended. Twist twist twist. He leans closer to spit on it. Lips hover close yet not on him.]
[The answer better be 'yes' or something like it, Lawrence Dimick. His dick may be big and strong but these hands are not to be underestimated. He can break down rifles in seconds then go have a smoke leaving the pieces unattended. Twist twist twist. He leans closer to spit on it. Lips hover close yet not on him.]
Yessir.
[Gonna play it on like this? Larry lets his shirt fall open but he's not gonna rub on himself. Sure enough with just the hand work he's getting hard in record time.]
Gotta look good for my man.
[Gonna play it on like this? Larry lets his shirt fall open but he's not gonna rub on himself. Sure enough with just the hand work he's getting hard in record time.]
Gotta look good for my man.
[Oh yeah. It's his right and privilege as the kid who belongs to this man and this man who belongs to the kid. He rubs his saliva all over that swelling cut head. Fucking beautiful, this fucker Lawrence Dimick. And look at him showing off his broad chest like some kind of fucking bird on parade.]
That what you had in mind when you walked in huh?
[Now he's getting hard and that means more difficulty maintaining conversation, aka. the upperhand.] What else are you thinking about.
That what you had in mind when you walked in huh?
[Now he's getting hard and that means more difficulty maintaining conversation, aka. the upperhand.] What else are you thinking about.
[Without a toucan, Dimmy will be his bird. Puffed and swelling, it all happens on its own in Freddy's presence more often than not.]
Sure was.
[Paws rub down on his own chest as he's stuck with the dilemma of waiting or forcing his mouth on his dick.]
I'm thinking about how hard you make me. Can you feel it? Maybe you could taste it too.
[Pawing down, down to the tops of his hairy thighs. Grab. Don't grab. Grab. And firmly.]
Sure was.
[Paws rub down on his own chest as he's stuck with the dilemma of waiting or forcing his mouth on his dick.]
I'm thinking about how hard you make me. Can you feel it? Maybe you could taste it too.
[Pawing down, down to the tops of his hairy thighs. Grab. Don't grab. Grab. And firmly.]
I can see it pretty clear as--!!
[Mmph! The kid stops his own words out of a sense of self-preservation as a paw makes his mouth greet his dick. Goddamn, Lawrence Dimick, no sense for patience. Fortunately for him Freddy fucking loves it. His mouth goes far down enough on the old man that the head edges against his throat.]
[Mmph! The kid stops his own words out of a sense of self-preservation as a paw makes his mouth greet his dick. Goddamn, Lawrence Dimick, no sense for patience. Fortunately for him Freddy fucking loves it. His mouth goes far down enough on the old man that the head edges against his throat.]
Oh yeah.
[As cunning as you are, dear fox he knows that there is just as much enjoyment on the other end. Protest or not.]
What a fuckin' pro taking it all.
[He pulls up on his hair enough to prevent the kid from choking.]
[As cunning as you are, dear fox he knows that there is just as much enjoyment on the other end. Protest or not.]
What a fuckin' pro taking it all.
[He pulls up on his hair enough to prevent the kid from choking.]
[If the push downward didn't start getting him hard the pull upward by his floppy dirty blonde hair sure does. Green eyes roll a look to brown ones but considering the angle and what he's doing looking at Larry is very difficult. So he focuses back on his thighs, his hands, his hands around his dick. Up and fucking down like the professional he is, taught by none other than Mr. Fucking Professional himself.]
Suck that dick.
[Huffing, puffing and not quite ready to blow. It's way too soon. They've only started. Freddy's warm mouth and welcoming throat do hold great promise. He can fit so much and the rest is in the care of flappy hands. Dirty blonde hair is nice and soft between his rough fingers. Freddy can no doubt see his thighs flex and part slightly as he tilts his hips into the motion.]
This as fun as your video game?
[Huffing, puffing and not quite ready to blow. It's way too soon. They've only started. Freddy's warm mouth and welcoming throat do hold great promise. He can fit so much and the rest is in the care of flappy hands. Dirty blonde hair is nice and soft between his rough fingers. Freddy can no doubt see his thighs flex and part slightly as he tilts his hips into the motion.]
This as fun as your video game?
Mmph.... [Freddy sounds around him then pulls his lips off tightly to speak.] It's a full blown experience. Taste, smell, fucking everything.
[He praises like Lawrence Dimick is a top of the line console. For good measure the kid makes direct eye contact as he swipes the tip of his cock with a broad stroke from his tongue.]
[He praises like Lawrence Dimick is a top of the line console. For good measure the kid makes direct eye contact as he swipes the tip of his cock with a broad stroke from his tongue.]
[He laughs for the use of the word blown. Getting another chance to comb back that hair he gets to make eye contact. Right as his laugh falls away, he lightly bites the bottom of his lip.]
I know you don't wanna stay down there. Even though you're so fuckin' good at it.
[Even as he's pulling Freddy back down by the hair for more.]
I know you don't wanna stay down there. Even though you're so fuckin' good at it.
[Even as he's pulling Freddy back down by the hair for more.]
[Just as he's about to confirm the old man's intuitive guess his face is going right back down on his cock. Damn. This time Freddy takes Larry in as far as possible, head tilted to better make way in his throat. A little bit of saliva sneaks past the tightness of his lips, nothing doing. Except now Freddy can remove one of his hands from Larry's lap to start undoing his own jeans.]
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