whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Specific. There we go. Even though this is brand new to the old man's ears he tries to keep his mouth shut and play it off like he knew this was coming.]

Not your typical sewing circle business.

[Like she actually looks like that type. Hypocrite, Dimick. Larry itches the corner of his mouth with his thumb and looks about the street to be cautious.]

[She starts to move, carefully, to the side now. She's thinking, though, this movement is absent]

Yes, I can make them.

You put'em together as good as you put cars together?

[Again he imagines the answer is 'yes' because this is Saya. There are a lot of good reasons to avoid her, personal reasons for feeling insulted by her, but when it comes to her craftsmanship she's up there with Tony Stark. And she doesn't even need a corporation.

Then again, Tony puts on a suit to become Iron Man. He doesn't turn into a big fucking god knows what arachnid.]

[Tramps like White and Orange gotta play the right cards. Freddy is protected by Tony Stark and his super friends one way or the other, it doesn't hurt to have a direct and hostile contact to Blonde. That still will never, ever take away what it was like to have the old man's body go into hyper drive against his will. At least with drugs you enjoy the ride a little, you hand on over your permission to the consequences. Like that doesn't happen enough in the City.]

Because if not, we don't want any bullshit.

[Playing that bad cop again.]

Are my hands too cold?

[Even though they're right up Freddy's shirt. The dune is big enough to hide them from sight of the beach patrol that's just cruising like they're supposed to. The sun is down and the stars are out which means things are hot and heavy.]

Should I take em off?

[Assaulting that mouth happily. They're so in sync their noses hardly bump.]

Maybe. [Kiss.] Guess you're gonna...have to [Kiss.] rub'em on me. Warm'em up.

[Freddy suggests just as his own freckled hands are roaming over Lawrence Dimick. First up his thick firm arms, then down to his pants where his fingers dip below the waist. This was a good idea, Mr. White.]

Fuck, baby there's much more I wanna rub.

[Teeth are now making a desert out of his neck. Evidence to show that Orange and White are back and better than ever. Freddy's fingers find something solid to grab a hold on.]

I think it's been too long since you got fucked into the sand.

[Yep. That's where this is going after a very expensive dinner. Midnight is only a few heavy breaths away.]

There's a whole lot more I want you to rub.

[He confirms with a grind up and a rub of his own, right between those thighs to feel the length of his solid piece.]

Remind tough guy. How's it gonna go?

[Now his own knees are splaying wide, tempting Larry to do his worst, make him really feel it. Tick tick tick. Tock. The tide's come in and the sound of the water washing over is a soothing background noise. Pat pat pat. Splash. That's different but Freddy's not really paying attention. Yet.]

[Pat. Splash. Slosh. Weird but...not worth paying too much mind. Big Dimick fingers are loosening Freddy's belt and going for the button and fly.]

It's gonna go with my hard cock up your ass and your legs on my shoulders.

[After some more fucking with clothes. A faint sort of a dragging noise starts up. It's coming on closer.]

You gonna fuck me and fold me in half, huh?

[Oh shit he's hard now, real hard and fucking ready to let Larry have his ass however he wants it. Except--'huuuurrrhhhhsshhhhh'. The kid freezes.]

.....

[There is something low to the ground just like they are but a lot longer with a whole lot more teeth. Right within snout's reach.]

You bet your swe---

[That noise. Larry stiffens and not in the pleasant way. He starts and takes a grip on Freddy to haul him up even though he's not exactly got a solid footing.]

Get up. Get up.

[Teeth. Tail. Yikes. No.]

Holy shit it's a fucking gator!

[Freddy tries not to yell out but. Well. It's a goddamn saltwater crocodile actually but at the moment it's just sitting there looking at them with its mouth partially open emitting that bizarre whirring and hissing sound. Up the kid goes with the old man to scramble farther away. Think a croc can't run do they?]

[Man, running on sand is the pits! Getting here Larry didn't realize how much sand was between them as the asphalt...and the car.]

Who cares what it is. Keep moving.

[Out of harm's way and into safety. If this is an escaped animal they shouldn't be there for a police report.

SNAP. Goes the jaws to show what he can do. And....feeling like this is a marathon, the kind crocogater follows.]

I'm movin' I'm movin'!

[Oh shit the gator's mad now oh shit oh shit--oh fuck.]

Larry there's two.

[Freddy literally almost squeals as a second crocodile looms out over a dune, right in their path towards freedom. Hiss and grrr! He pulls at the old man to go rightward. Look a big fucking tree. Crocs can't climb. Can this old bear?]

[She turns to look at White now. For an instant, a quick, sullen instant, every single one of her eyes opens, stacked up on her forehead. It's so fast and so unannounced that a blink would cause him to miss it, and surely at this angle her hair blocks Orange from seeing it.]

I don't make bullshit.

[She turns back to Orange. The tone of her voice suggests absolutely no hostility.]

Yes.

[Larry manages to get one hand gun on out. Except with hardly a moment to quit moving he hasn't set his sights to fire.]

Are you fucking kidding me?

[Now that he sees the second. Whipped this way and that he is going for the tree now because that's all that they've got.]

Up.

[Hopefully. The lowest branch is within enough reach. How long has it been since he's done a clean curl up? Well, fear sure does make a man capable.]

Shit-- is that an emu?

[No. No Larry. That's not an emu.]

I'm not kidding!

[Freddy's curl and pull up is swift. He hasn't climbed this hard since scaling at the academy but it's like riding a bike. Once your hands are on the branches everything comes second nature. Look he'll even help Larry get up and on, however he can.]

You know what an emu is?

[No personal offense meant, Lawrence Dimick, it's just a pleasant surprise in the midst of chaos.]

[These are not the kinds of strained grunts and groans he was hoping to make right now. Just as he finally pulls the majority of his weight up onto the branch he can feel snapping at his heels. Holy fuck.]

Higher. Quick.

[In case they try to do the same. Can gators climb trees? It's enough they're on land.]

It's a--it's a big fucking bird. Smaller than an ostrich. [Huff puff.]

Have you ever seen a blue emu?

[Huff huff puff. Higher now. Higher and on a much sturdier branch. Freddy's sidling close to Larry, almost in his lap.]

Jesus where the fuck did they come from?

[Sorry to say, old man, Freddy doesn't see a thing so he keeps on talking.]

I want one. Lightweight. Something that fits under all this, real subtle, you know Superman-like.

[He gestures over his own casual clothing though he isn't going to pantomime pulling his shirt open.] Me, him, and a spare and I won't get you a life raft for your birthday.

[Larry probably won't get that reference. There are some things he hasn't told the old man because it's one of the few times he ever saw Saya genuinely get bent out of shape.]

I've only ever seen one. It was a picture.

[Small useless facts right now. Fuck don't look down. Larry happily takes a good hold on Freddy.]

Beats the fuck outta me. I think we would have noticed if they'd have been there while we were walking around.

[Verbal foreplay and all. Huff. He's taking out a handkerchief to wipe his face and holstering his gun for now.]

[His own eyes go wide and for a moment he feels like he's choking on the air because what the flying fuck is that bullshit. Larry really does not follow the discussion at all for a few seconds because he is staring at her forehead. Simple, pale skin. What the fuck was that?

A cigarette, yeah. Let's get one of those.]

[At the life raft comment, it's as though she goes from chill and professional to subzero cold, and her focus is laser-sharp on Orange.]

I hope that isn't a threat, Mr. Orange.

[She's being polite. Very polite, considering.]

Please. I could totally do better.

[In terms of threats. Just look at what happened to Mr. Blonde who didn't get a warning anyway. Freddy waves a hand like it's no big deal, a gesture of just how big a deal it is to her and he knows it. Er, something spook you, Larry? Oh well he won't address it with the old man in front of her. Never let them see you sweat.]

Don't make'em neon or something.

[Flick of his lighter and he's smoking. A few more moments and he'll get it together. Maybe he'll get more color back into his face too.]

Brown or black, those're good colors.

[Ahem.]

Navy.

[See. Right back in the game. And proof he dunno what the big deal is about rafts.]

But I ain't no madman.

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