"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
VOICEMAIL
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ACTION
PHONE CALLS
VOICEMAIL
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ACTION
See? You're not just anybody.
[Tighter, harder.]
It always feels so good to have you up my ass, hammering away until you come.
[Lick, lick at the tip of his cock before taking him down again. That visual should give him something more to chew on. His mouth can't be as snug but he keeps his fingers curled in a tightened right to help the illusion. That's what goes up and down first before his mouth.]
[Tighter, harder.]
It always feels so good to have you up my ass, hammering away until you come.
[Lick, lick at the tip of his cock before taking him down again. That visual should give him something more to chew on. His mouth can't be as snug but he keeps his fingers curled in a tightened right to help the illusion. That's what goes up and down first before his mouth.]
N-no...I'm not just anybody.
[Fuck fuck fuck. Freddy arches his back again. His precum's light and thin but it's leaking out into those fingers, that mouth.] God.
[His orgasm's far from the violent writhing in the room earlier but he's unloading, clear precum turning into a thicker consistency as he comes. There's hardly any notable distance between streams but it doesn't matter anyway because it's all going into Lawrence Dimick's mouth.]
[Fuck fuck fuck. Freddy arches his back again. His precum's light and thin but it's leaking out into those fingers, that mouth.] God.
[His orgasm's far from the violent writhing in the room earlier but he's unloading, clear precum turning into a thicker consistency as he comes. There's hardly any notable distance between streams but it doesn't matter anyway because it's all going into Lawrence Dimick's mouth.]
[Third time is the charm. The old man is impressed. What a man. His man. Knowing that he can blow it three times and be involved it's a satisfaction few things can ever give. The more in his mouth the easier it is to clean on up. Believe him, he's going to. Committed the way that they are, they don't need to have latex separating them.]
Yeah, [gulp] baby. [Lapping at it like he's collecting honey. No sense in wasting any because that's all on tap for today.]
Cool assholes like you don't come around often.
[Old or young.]
Yeah, [gulp] baby. [Lapping at it like he's collecting honey. No sense in wasting any because that's all on tap for today.]
Cool assholes like you don't come around often.
[Old or young.]
[Don't praise him too soon, Lawrence Dimick. After all that and what feels like a literal squeeze on his own prostate, Freddy is feeling kind of delirious.]
Uh huh... [Swallow.] Larry...
[He runs his own fingers through his hair and opens his eyes.] You say somethin'? Damn.
Uh huh... [Swallow.] Larry...
[He runs his own fingers through his hair and opens his eyes.] You say somethin'? Damn.
[Oh shit. As that a junior black out? The old man is cleaning his hands and tucking the kid back on into his briefs. Since they're home he'll leave his jeans open. They'll probably come off in the shower.]
Nothin' much.
[Slooowly standing up and moving his knees back together to be closer to him on the couch, sitting like old friends ready for a game on the tube.]
Mostly swallowing.
Nothin' much.
[Slooowly standing up and moving his knees back together to be closer to him on the couch, sitting like old friends ready for a game on the tube.]
Mostly swallowing.
Edited 2011-12-22 09:22 (UTC)
Oh. Makes sense to me.
[Another low sigh of satisfaction. Caramel eyes look over himself, looking over himself kind of heavy lidded. Yeah. He is exhausted...but not enough to forget his old man.]
Thanks Larry.
[Pat pat pat to whatever he can reach of him.] I love you.
[Another low sigh of satisfaction. Caramel eyes look over himself, looking over himself kind of heavy lidded. Yeah. He is exhausted...but not enough to forget his old man.]
Thanks Larry.
[Pat pat pat to whatever he can reach of him.] I love you.
[Now Larry can say that he has fucked Freddy's brains out. Not bad for an older man. Sure he had a little (big) help. The end game is all that matters. Under those flappy hands he pulls the man closer.]
I love you.
[And he means it. Both arms around him.]
...don't think you wanna sleep here. So lemme know when you want me to lug you upstairs.
[Maybe sponge bathe him too. Even that might be too exhausting.]
I love you.
[And he means it. Both arms around him.]
...don't think you wanna sleep here. So lemme know when you want me to lug you upstairs.
[Maybe sponge bathe him too. Even that might be too exhausting.]
Sure, man. Just gimme give minutes.
[Right in his arms, leaning, eyes sliding shut. Resting. Larry smells so good...]
My ass is still sore. [Yep. Brains fucked out.]
[Right in his arms, leaning, eyes sliding shut. Resting. Larry smells so good...]
My ass is still sore. [Yep. Brains fucked out.]
[After toys and cereal, Larry took him by surprise again. Not because he didn't think the old man would give him another gift but because he didn't expect that gift to pull him out of work early with treats, outings, and a trek up to a cozy 'chic' cabin on the mountain side. It's the kind of place with wide glass floor to ceiling windows for a view of the woods, a stocked kitchen, and of course a fireplace. A fireplace Freddy's lounging in front of to maximize all the warmth. Is he clothed? Unclothed? Larry's choice really because up til now the kid's been doing anything and everything with him. A fun time, to be certain. He smiles at his old man then sips his birthday champagne. Yes. See. He's drinking champagne because of Larry.]
I gotta hand it to you, this ain't really my style...but I like it. [He's seated on the rug and quilts and all else.]
I gotta hand it to you, this ain't really my style...but I like it. [He's seated on the rug and quilts and all else.]
[They're clothed for now, after all. They got hours so no rush. Heh. The old man has his coat off and shirt loosened up for maximum relaxing. He's about done fussing around the place. Watch as he comes back to the rug with the bottle and is sipping his own glass.]
Well, why not? I mean, specially if you like it.
[It's more important to him than ever that if Freddy likes something he does it. Which...roots all back to something they have yet to have talked about. They need to talk about it.]
Well, why not? I mean, specially if you like it.
[It's more important to him than ever that if Freddy likes something he does it. Which...roots all back to something they have yet to have talked about. They need to talk about it.]
It's classy. I barely knew the meaning of the fuckin' word before you.
[That's an exaggeration but for Lawrence Dimick he's willing to stretch it because damn. It is fancy. Sip. The kid smiles.]
[That's an exaggeration but for Lawrence Dimick he's willing to stretch it because damn. It is fancy. Sip. The kid smiles.]
Bullshit. [He takes a sip and then wipes his mouth. It turns more into a rub.]
Freddy, I got something to tell you. Something that's been bothering me. I know it might make you upset. [Huff.] And that's not what I want at all, and not today. But I need to tell you.
[The sooner the better. This weight is getting heavier.]
It's about that weekend.
Freddy, I got something to tell you. Something that's been bothering me. I know it might make you upset. [Huff.] And that's not what I want at all, and not today. But I need to tell you.
[The sooner the better. This weight is getting heavier.]
It's about that weekend.
[Immediately he loses his smile but the kid's expression is more neutral than upset or dreading.]
Okay....
[He puts his champagne aside because he knows that's just the thing you do in these situations.] What about it?
Okay....
[He puts his champagne aside because he knows that's just the thing you do in these situations.] What about it?
You were cursed. ...and the curse made you older like from the future. Except it was so fucking different.
[Larry sets his glass on the brick framing the fireplace.]
In the world that guy came on in, he was shot in the face by Mr. White. ....Mr.White died.
[Larry sets his glass on the brick framing the fireplace.]
In the world that guy came on in, he was shot in the face by Mr. White. ....Mr.White died.
[Caramel green eyes lock on the old man now, listening to every single word. Older, from the future, shot in the face, Larry left for dead. That's not a future this Freddy can accept. And yet...]
Was he happy?
Was he happy?
[The impulse and bury this like a guilty bone in the yard is tremendous. Could the moment of silence stretch any longer as he licks his dry lips. His tongue feels dry too.]
He and the wife, they weren't working out.
[Calling the man with Freddy's eyes and height makes it a little easier to talk about.]
...So he had to go find his jollies in other places.
He and the wife, they weren't working out.
[Calling the man with Freddy's eyes and height makes it a little easier to talk about.]
...So he had to go find his jollies in other places.
[Hands up.] Okay that's enough. I don't wanna know the rest.
[There are some things about the future Freddy prefers to just not hear. Maybe if he never hears about it then the seed'll never be planted and he'll not turn out to be such a scathing piece of shit. Now to tell the old man his secret or not? Hm.]
[There are some things about the future Freddy prefers to just not hear. Maybe if he never hears about it then the seed'll never be planted and he'll not turn out to be such a scathing piece of shit. Now to tell the old man his secret or not? Hm.]
That's not you.
[Paws reach out to grip his hands.]
Baby, it was so fucking strange. So damn angry.
[Go on, Dimick. Keep going.]
I tried to get him to understand you and me. [And? Larry sighs and keeps a hold of his hands.]
[Paws reach out to grip his hands.]
Baby, it was so fucking strange. So damn angry.
[Go on, Dimick. Keep going.]
I tried to get him to understand you and me. [And? Larry sighs and keeps a hold of his hands.]
[Oh God Larry's doing that thing he does when he wants to unload all these feelings. Freddy owes it to him to tell him what he knows, at the very least. Freckled fingers turn to take hold of those gripping paws.]
I know. I know what...who showed up.
I know. I know what...who showed up.
[Wide brown eyes stare at him now.]
You saw him? You met him?
[Oh fuck what would he do if Freddy were to do harm to himself. Hold on, now. Hold on and just listen.]
You saw him? You met him?
[Oh fuck what would he do if Freddy were to do harm to himself. Hold on, now. Hold on and just listen.]
No no I didn't meet him. Shit man I was out, I don't remember a fuckin' thing from Saturday. I just...
[Now it's his turn to avert his gaze because all this time he let Larry carry that guilt.] Someone told me I was around, but different. That's all.
[Now it's his turn to avert his gaze because all this time he let Larry carry that guilt.] Someone told me I was around, but different. That's all.
He wanted to be left alone. It pissed him off that I called him kid and--I dunno. Felt like everything I did just made him angrier.
[The two of them are perfect for each other this way. Fucked up and trying to tell what truths and when.]
Eventually we came on back to the apartment. I missed you so fucking much.
[Do you get it now kid? How he rushed that plan with their third wheel? This nice cabin is still worth it hopefully. He's still holding onto both hands in case he tries to turn away. There's more to tell but already he's getting the feeling that Freddy's about full and finished on this subject. It's his fucking birthday.]
[The two of them are perfect for each other this way. Fucked up and trying to tell what truths and when.]
Eventually we came on back to the apartment. I missed you so fucking much.
[Do you get it now kid? How he rushed that plan with their third wheel? This nice cabin is still worth it hopefully. He's still holding onto both hands in case he tries to turn away. There's more to tell but already he's getting the feeling that Freddy's about full and finished on this subject. It's his fucking birthday.]
I don't want to be like that, Larry.
[Angry. Unhappy. All the good things like this cabin and these presents and his man gone. But truth be told he doesn't think that Freddy was always such a bad man...what kind of bad man leaves a gift for his younger self? That's what scares the kid most though, how he could become him if everything's pulled from his fingertips. Twenty-eight now compared to the other Freddy Newendyke's...whatever age it was, much older, he doesn't want to fuck up so bad.]
I'm sorry I didn't tell you I knew.
[Angry. Unhappy. All the good things like this cabin and these presents and his man gone. But truth be told he doesn't think that Freddy was always such a bad man...what kind of bad man leaves a gift for his younger self? That's what scares the kid most though, how he could become him if everything's pulled from his fingertips. Twenty-eight now compared to the other Freddy Newendyke's...whatever age it was, much older, he doesn't want to fuck up so bad.]
I'm sorry I didn't tell you I knew.
You're already pretty fucking different.
[It's not that funny but he laughs and smiles. How different they are from one another is worth laughing and smiling about.]
I don't blame you. [For keeping something back, in the grand scheme of things Freddy has held back worse.] I should have tried to tell you sooner rather than today...
[Trying to ruin things.]
[It's not that funny but he laughs and smiles. How different they are from one another is worth laughing and smiling about.]
I don't blame you. [For keeping something back, in the grand scheme of things Freddy has held back worse.] I should have tried to tell you sooner rather than today...
[Trying to ruin things.]
I guess. I wouldn't know, I didn't meet the guy, but I'll take your word for it.
[He gives the old man a little smile, somewhat sheepish still for holding it back even though he thinks in the end it was a better idea to give Larry the chance to tell him on his own anyway.]
[He gives the old man a little smile, somewhat sheepish still for holding it back even though he thinks in the end it was a better idea to give Larry the chance to tell him on his own anyway.]
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