whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[The ought to learn something along the way. Sometimes it feels like the same old mistakes keep on rearing their ugly head. And sometimes it feels as though they can't cut a break. Freddy is Larry's break, he strives to be the same.

Getting down and dirty is something they've about perfected.]

Nevermind the cereal. Let's get to breakfast.

[Haha. The old man does have a thought of just lapping it up off of Freddy though. There's not enough time for a great fuck and a detailed shower. Heavy hands and now a snout are all on Freddy.]

You wanna go for a walk some?

[After work, after dinner and before turning in. Larry holds his Chesterfield out to the wind so it can take off the smoldering ash. His hair ruffles some. He hasn't touched it since that big fight, so it is starting to grow on out gain.]

Sure.

[Freddy nods, nothing doing with a walk. A walk with Larry is always nice. He pulls his jacket a little tighter though because the evening brings a slight chill.]

I been thinking...

[That's how he starts. And funny enough, that's how Freddy started. They are more alike sometimes than they believe.

His own coat is zipped up snugly. To cut the wind and be closer, he comes behind Freddy with a paw hovering about his back.]

About us telling Pink.

Yeah?

[Caramel green eyes shift a look on over at Larry while they're walking. He keeps close by so that paw can cradle the small of his back. The 'us' part in that doesn't escape him.]

I think you got good points. He did help you out. The long it's held out, the worse it might end up. Telling him now would make sense, no pressure and nobody getting hurt here...

[Believe that his touch is going to stay near Freddy for his own reassurance.]

...You got my back don't you?

[Freddy asks, not being facetious in the least but wanting to emphasize that they'd be in this together. If Pink shits a brick and takes aim the kid will be there to shield the old man just as quickly as the other way around.]

If he tells anyone else, maybe--maybe it's time I came clean.

[You know what he means, Lawrence Dimick, about being a cop.]

Don't you doubt it.

[He has and he always will, whether or not they're together. Larry would prefer that they stay together. Happiness aside, its safer to stick it out with two rather than one. If Pink thinks to shoot him, he'll go down first. Two Guns sure ain't quick draw but Pink wouldn't be living after by much long at all.]

Maybe. Things might be more simple.

[Maybe. He watches the cherry smolder down farther as he inhales. Won't be much longer until that's it.]

...Do you think I oughta take a break from the casino? Just until this shit is sorted out?

I don't know.

[For simplicity. It's obvious the kid wants someone else to make the decision for him but that someone can't be the old man. That's not fair to him, not fair to the crook in this crook and cop equation. If they were in Los Angeles though, it would be Larry's ass on the line too, would they consider him a rat just for staying in bed with one?]

No, I don't think you gotta. [Is it to stay with Freddy, to watch his back and make sure no harm comes his way?] You're already good to me.

[They sure would take him to be a rat. Worse yet, an informant. Those are the guys people want to get back at just as much as the cops. That's almost like a pet criminal, letting em rove about to do what they'll do getting info and leads while the cop holds the leash. If only people knew the truth about Long Beach Mike, he'd be hated by cops and crooks. That would be the fate of Larry Dimick.]

Just in case though.

[He flicks his cigarette away in the wind. Now he can hold his man closer.]

I try to be.

[Because he's been down right shit to Freddy every once in a blue moon.]

Thanks. [Being held closer feels so fucking good.] You still don't have to take time off but I'm not gonna stop you if you can.

[A part of Freddy thinks eventually Larry will get bored being a house husband, hah. Except the old man hasn't worked a legit job in how long? Maybe this will be a return to normalcy for him.]

I don't want anything bad to happen. I'm not gonna take whatever he's got to dish lying down.

[Unlike how he took Larry's beating.]

I know I don't gotta.

[But he's going to. Better to be safe than to make out like they may not have problems. Who knows what kind of friends Pink might have made. Or if the crowd at the casino will ever catch wind of it. All they know about Mr. Orange is that he's a fag and is one with Mr. White. Except Mr. White is okay by them, also confusing. And he ain't snitched yet.]

They were surprised I bounced back so soon after the fire. I got time comin'.

[Except what would happen if he had to drop it all? Their place ain't cheap. Larry's tastes haven't got any cheaper either. Could he get a more law friendly job? This is a line of thought he's never devoted much time to hammering out.

He sighs into Freddy's hair, walking with an arm around him sort of like they're attached.]

Nothing bad's gonna happen if we get it just right.

Okay. [Time coming that Mr. White can spend however he wishes. Freddy leans up just enough to press back a bit against that bear snout.]

I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you.

[Freddy promises likewise but hah, this is the kid who's been shot twice, bitten once, had his shoulder popped, and his gut almost cut open. However his promise extends beyond the violence they seem to keep attracting, as long as the kid's involved he'll do his best to keep the old man out of a kind of trouble that could eliminate this cozy lifestyle.]

We're gonna walk on out of this like we always do.

[More confidence. he likes to think that they can do well in the end. It can't just be some sort of joke of nature and the elements that they have an attraction for one another.]

We got friends in high places.

[No name. Those heroes Freddy flawlessly builds friendships with. Thinking about them puts the old man at ease.

He doesn't doubt that he's looked out after. ]

[Walking isn't painful. Lucky him. The farther away from their old place the better the old man feels.]

Nobody got hurt, man.

[As if to say see not so bad.]

Much.

Yeah...my face ain't bleeding. [Snort. Then a look over at Larry.] How're you and the boys?

[Yeah you know what he means, Dimmy.]

I'll live.

[Huff. Face he says. The old man turns to Freddy now. He'd like to assess that damage. There's a tension now, sure they finally did what they were gonna do... except now there's that unstable jitters. Larry thinks it's like first time heist jitters. Funny comparison.

One of his mitts move Freddy's chin this way and that to take a look at his schnoz.]

Might be kinda sore. I wasn't expecting that.

[His balls. The nose might too.]

You sure?

[That he's okay. The nose didn't take the hit directly, thank christ, but where it connects to the rest of his face did. The mark is spreading in red and purple under his caramel apple eye. Freddy doesn't fight the way that paw moves his chin around.]

I'll take a look at home.

[Does he mean his nose or those balls though? It's dark out and the kid's feeling restless too.]

Might need more than a look.

[Careful now because he can't quite tell if it won't be sore on his nose, the old man pulls Freddy in for a kiss. His tongue is lapping at the inside of Freddy's lips asking to be let on in. A kiss that says they're fucking alive. They did what they had to do.

And it's also a sure fire way to spend all that anxiousness and tension. Wreck or ruin, they did it and nobody else died.]

Oh yeah--

[Mmph. So much for a response. Right away the kid's drawn into a kiss he has no intention of fighting. Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, his own freckled hands grab at those thick firm shoulders to anchor on. Fucking alive is right. Freddy sounds a soft groan against Larry.]

[Just what he wants, what he fucking needs. Larry grabs Freddy's ass with both hands to pull him hip to hip. He wants him hard. Now. The groan rumbling on into his mouth is sweeter than any laced brownie.]

[Are they still on the street? In a stairwell? Somewhere close to an alley? Maybe by a secluded park? It doesn't matter much to Freddy at the moment, if people see them eating each other's mouths out, pawing each other like they just can't get enough. Hip to hip means groin to groin too and the kid makes an effort to grind his against the old man's.]

[On the street with plenty of alleyways. Say, is that a little park? Not very large. Sort of like those one lot baseball diamonds...except no diamond. There are trees though. Here they go again. Larry doesn't give a fuck for the second.

Grinding right on with Freddy now. He knows that they'll stay like this so he can thread his fingers into the kid's hair. A few more deep plunges before he pulls lightly.]

Over there.

[Whispered like it's a secret rendezvous.]

Okay.

[He whispers as he takes another lick at the old man's mouth. His voice suggests a young man clueless and being duped into a secret affair but they both know the truth; Freddy wants it just as bad as Larry. Out here in the fucking open. Well, not so open, there's enough darkness and coverage to give them a little privacy.]

[Closer, closer. Perfect. Larry steers him by placing his hands down the back of Freddy's jeans to the most covered area. There's even a few leaning trees.]

Here.

[Now to open those jeans from behind. Hot Dimick mouth is at his throat while he can grind on up against his ass like he can't wait a second.]

But I ain't no madman.

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