whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[For how large those two lips are they can fit around the bottle top well. Mmm.]

Sure. Lotta sweat.

[For himself. And the kid. He takes back that bottle for a gulp. Here, he'll even lead the way.

Private corners. Aw, fuck. This is gonna get complicated really soon, ain't it?]

[On their way to the showers Freddy can't help but lean in again to whisper very very close to Larry's ear.]

You keep lookin' at me, what's up?

[Like the kid doesn't know. Freddy's not sure if he should be amused, flattered, or mad. Maybe one of each in consecutive stages.]

[He resolves to keep his eyes to himself in the showers.]

Nothing.

[So much.

Come on, kid. Let him off the hook. It's fucked up. And chances are Freddy might be revving up in the same way with the same problem.

All the right kinds of thoughts and feelings are processing except this is not the time and not the body for which this should be happening with at all. They want to keep their word with Mr. Eames. Even if he was a bit of a dick about it.

At the lockers now, heading for those showers. Their clothes can wait at the benches. Eyes. To. Himself.]

.....Okay.

[SHRUG. Peeling his shirt off now. Ow okay that hurt a little but only a little and only briefly. He'll probably feel it later and by later it means Eames will. Ahem.]

You sure you're not weirded out by...you know, all this?

[Honest question, Dimmy.]

I am.

[Already he's broken his resolve by having eyes flick back to him. That's the trouble with keeping a habit of eye contact.]

See though, I don't want it getting in the way of our day. It's not worth the time. Before you know it, it'll all be back to normal.

[He says with the utmost optimism. His own shirt is pulled off. Stretch, stretch. Oh. Something crunches and it feels terrific.]

I guess. I mean you're gonna have to notice I can totally reach as good as you.

[Optimism for optimism despite the rough start earlier today. He really isn't mad then that Freddy spilled the beans so suddenly, without conference at all. But it's the kind of man he is too, is Dimick aware what he signed up for when he committed himself to a Newendyke? Oh gosh the old man is almost naked. Look at him, older sure and not as tatted up, but still weathered and solid for it. Goddamn.]

Stretch. Reach. You're in another climate for weather.

[Teasing there. Seeing as he's going to be asking goofy questions.

It's a rough morning, rough situation. There is a sore spot about him telling too much, it's Freddy's truth to tell. And if it means saving their skins a little bit, well, that's all that matters. Larry's so hellbent on having a good one today even though he woke up with Eames.

Blonde still is at sidelines. Lurking like a hungry crocodile. He would just love to sweep in while there's some other confusion going on. Boxers and briefs are coming off.

This close he's getting a comparison of physiques. He can feel it. Would the kid go wild for a man looking like Eames? It's within the realm of possibility. Even with thinner hair, he's a good looking Beefeater.]

[But he lives with you, Mr. White, and he tells you he loves you because he does, Mr. White. No one else has that privilege. Hell if Larry only really knew how Freddy conducted his past relationships maybe he'd see this is the most real he's ever been...or maybe Larry would just get annoyed with his inexperience, his sometimes ill-timed sense of humor, his truth-baring gestures without consultation. He's not perfect, this Freddy Newendyke. Neither is Lawrence Dimick and this he knows, but he's perfect enough for the kid.]

You're a riot.

[He quips before leaning even closer to press a kiss to Larry's cheek. Yeah so it might be because they're both big guys now so who would have the balls to raise a fuss against them? So sue the kid for taking advantage of the beefeater's physique. Is it goodlooking? Of course. Would he crave a guy like Henry Eames? Maybe if he never met Eames the way he did and didn't know Larry either. They can't change the past now can they? Gotta work with the hand fate dealt them.]

[Far, far, be it from Mr. White to doubt every time I love you drops out of those thinner, sometimes chapped lips that are now talking with an accent to Arthur. There's no doubt. Shit, every time he hears it it makes him feel like one of the luckiest motherfuckers in the city.

He's an old man with successful and failed relationships behind him. Sometimes the good feels too, too good. Age isn't an imperfection, it happens to everyone. It's normal, he tells himself, to fret about how it could be a block between them. Could. It can only be as bad as they allow it to be.

A new set of lips touch his cheek.]

Are you gonna shower or what?

Yeah, I'm gonna shower.

[Freddy replies with his own somewhat rougher voice. Weird how when Eames speaks from this mouth his tone seems smoother, must be the English in him. Americans--bloody yank, he said--just don't have that luxury. Freddy doesn't mind, he rather appreciates being able to keep his accent even though it makes him sound a little more like a thug in this ex-military guy's body.]

You gonna be one over?

[He wouldn't dare presume they should shower together. Once more and with feeling; Freddy doesn't need to be a big tatted sort of creature to attract one Mr. White. That super cool leather wearing swag of his doesn't have the same effect when he's not shorter, leaner, lithe, freckled. He hasn't forgotten that one time they grew tits, by the way. Talk about awkward. Shit what if they hadn't become women but merely swapped bodies with a pair of women?]

[Say, didn't they hold onto one another while set up with two pairs of tits? Yes, if the old man remembers correctly. My. That was some time ago. Heh.]

Y'don't wanna share? I said it's weird but I don't want nothing in the way.

[Even though it's a little dangerous. But they made a promise to Eames. And showering isn't anything. Just maintenance. Besides, they're in a public gym. It is a Saturday. This is Freddy Newendyke.]

Gotta make sure you wash him right or he'll never forgive you.

.....Okay. You have a point.

[Even though Freddy's pretty sure he can recall Eames has a certain smell to him but he doesn't know if that's natural or some cologne he wears. And showering isn't a violation of the rules as long as it's just that. You can do this, Newendyke. Don't want nothing in the way. He gestures for the old man to go first.]

Go on.

[He is totally going to fuck the shit out of Larry when this is over.]

Visa versa. Hope he don't try and give you a haircut.

[Age before...burly. Not quite as funny or as true as usual. Larry goes for a show head a ways down for privacy.]

We should text him that.

[When they're done of course. The devices are in the locker. There we go. Yep. Just showering.

...he wants to get fucked. That was one of the unspoken things they were gonna do today. Not that it's ever planned who pitches. Kinda happens that way. It is about Freddy's turn.]

If I remember right the water don't come on hot instantly.

[As he turns it on.]

Give it a second.

[Oh. So that's what the Englishman is dealing with. Alright.]

Good idea. He don't give me a haircut I won't shave his head. [Somehow he doesn't believe shaving Eames' head would actually bother the guy as much as Eames cutting Freddy's hair would bother him. Go figure fff. Ahem, anyway...argh the water's not warm enough.] Damn.

[Freddy folds his arms across his chest with the very obviously erect nipples to wait. Yeah, that's what the Englishman is dealing with. Notice the length and girth when soft is practically identical with the kid's. Foreskin's a little loose and his balls hang a little lower due to age, but everything else? Not so different looking. Well if one can ignore the hair is darker too.]

You look good. [He offers, finally having noticed the brief pause of silence.]

I think his head would look pretty big bald.

[Minor amateur assessment from the Dimick peanut gallery.]

Give it a second.

[He puts a paw out into the water. The other one is on his hip.]

Still got a little bit to go.

[Taller, inked up the ass and back. Somehow he figured that there was more to the other Mr. Eames. Proportions get skewed with height. Freddy's always feels the right length. Shit. That's looking. Lots of it.

Eyes are back up for contact.]

Yeah? Even from up there. [Not that far from him at all. Larry clears his throat. One more check on the water.]

There we go.

Now you're just talking shit.

[Freddy says point blank because there's nothing to hide, no politeness necessary when it's just the two of them. Besides, the kid kind of sort of agrees, but he's also pretty sure the old man's saying it just to express his own less than favorable opinion of Eames. Larry doesn't really hate him though, does he? He's an okay guy in Freddy's book, and so is Larry. Crooks, all of them. Crooks who keep on looking.]

Uh huh, up here, down there, anywhere.

[Hand on the other man's arm to 'haul' him under the fall of warm water. Then both hands are on Larry, just feeling his form, his silhouette, all that muscle and otherwise.]

Okay. A little. He really pissed me off today.

[Going out without his guns or even a word. It's a damn good thing he woke up. Try having to explain it to the old man when he's not involved at every step of the way. It would have been far worse.]

Thanks.

[Living so closely with another person you get used to having a set of eyes on you, and it is no thing when you're in the buff. Except this set are different. The feeling is the same.]

Careful baby.

[Uh. Uh. Think fast.]

Might be a little sore you know.

[Shit these hands move on him, knowing him so well. Flowing hot water pulls a short, light moan out.]

[Larry's own honesty always brings a smile to Freddy's face even when he's fessing up to being a pissed off bear. At least the man knows himself good because his temper, well, it's just easier to say Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick has made a name for himself on that alone. Ahem...careful, he says. Shit don't think about all that water rolling off his body don't think about it don't think don't think.]

I know.

[Freddy answers, quickly reaching for the soap then slapping some of him to start lathering up. Lather lather lather.]

I'm bettin' on two days tops but I ain't gonna jinx that shit either so after this how about we grab somethin' to eat. [No junk food, fff.] Pay Nick a visit? We can take in a movie too. [Lather lather lather.] Set up a house project tomorrow. [Because now Freddy's more capable of lifting the pool table.] Gotta make use of what we got right now, you know?

[He cups his hands together to collect water before splashing it over Larry's face even though there's already a shower head at work.] And when I'm back in my own shoes I'm gonna wreck your ass because I don't need tree trunks for thighs to fuck the goddamn hell out of you. Sound good?

[SMILE.]

[When a man's called on it how can he truly deny? Freddy's good at sniffing out the truth. And he's pretty good at ratting people out when he wants to. Cops, you know?]

I was hoping to see him this weekend. Nick I mean. [Listening to how he speaks, laying it all out... getting drawn in. Right as planned. Hardly suspecting that very last turn.]

You're a right son of a bitch.

[Who gets a shove.]

We got several hours left. You want to spend em thinking about that?

[Aching for, wanting for that. Man oh man, seeing Nick will have them with a memory right around the corner. Oh. And that pool table too. Now he takes a hold of a tatted arm and hauls him under the water now for a soap up.]

[Oof! Heh heh heh, excuse the kid for laughing a little, old man. How can he not? Er, but now Larry's the one taking matters (him) into his own paws. Freddy doesn't protest despite this not being his own skin. Nothing in the way, they said.]

I gotta be honest with you, just thinkin' about squeezin' one off in this guy's body is kind of a buzzkill. I'll watch you though.

[He's standing there to be soaped up. Real obedient-like. Larry can take his remark for a compliment though. Sure the beefeater's prized meat to look at but so is Steve Rogers and Freddy's already made it pretty clear he could never fuck Captain America (and now never ever will because the guy's off the market). With Eames it's kind of the same thing, jerking off without him knowing is wrong (and tempting in its wrongness) and it's fucking Mary Poppins. He might be open to whacking with him but as him? With Larry? No thanks. He likes Lawrence Dimick more than that.]

[Lather is up and over his back. Broad shoulders and a still strong back for Mr. Eames' frame. How does a guy pull it off? He sure don't look like he's forty two. Must be something he ate growing up, that and genes.]

Watch me, then what?

[The effect gets lost because it's not the fox-like peepers looking at him from atop the long slope of a nose. Sigh.]

I might if you don't look but you know, talk and listen.

[Sounds stupid and square. Goes to show how deep their relationship goes that he even attempts to articulate any of it.]

I wouldn't want you rubbing one out while him. Just not right.

[He grips onto biceps to get him to rotate so he can rinse what he's washed.]

[He's a big strong man but this big strong man moves and molds like putty under those gripping paws. Freddy shifts and rotates with ease so Larry can clean him up.]

Shit that sounds a little kooky too. [The kid confesses with a sigh.] Can you hold out?

[You know, until this thing is over which he hopes is tomorrow or the day after.] Or do I gotta turn the water cold?

[He'll make it worth your while if you wait, Mr. White. Besides, how long were they holding out on each other before a Black Magic Woman?]

I can hold out.

[Because there may be some time alone in the showers. Uh. That's how he held on out before a Black Magic Woman had come along. No. Okay. He would honestly put forth the effort. If it takes walking out a stiff one for the sake of later, for the real bang-pow-zoom deal than he would.]

Besides, I'm doing okay so far.

[That's a victory right there! Two big fellas, naked and wet with the amped testosterone of a work out and not fucking, a lesser man would have caved. Fingers thread through Eames' hair because that would be what he'd do to a Freddy body.

He can make it through. There'll be a flexible, wiry body pounding the shit out of him in the end. Keep your eye on the prize old man.]

What do you wanna eat?

[Let's talk about something that's not sex.]

Last I heard burritos weren't bad for you.

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[Just thinking about it causes the kid to follow through two stages consecutively without fail; first there's mental arousal for Lawrence Dimick, then there's physical betrayal because the second he thinks about putting a hand to his dick he knows it's not really his hand and not really his dick. Damn it. At the very least it'll help Freddy hold out too. Before Black Magic Woman he was making stains in the shower and sometimes under his sheets so Larry's not alone there. One time he rubbed one out immediately after the guys dropped him off at his apartment. The thought of Mr. Milwaukee Brewers White and Jim Morrison helped.]

Huh...

[Freddy sounds thoughtfully, resisting the urge to moan under Larry's fingers in his hair. After another quick silent moment he nods and answers with a grin.]

Junk food.

[A brief press of a kiss to a properly floppy haired head before leaving this morning was all he got. The brief 'hi how are you doing' messages of the day appeared to run lukewarm. After a weekend like that maybe the fella is still getting used to being back in his skin. Larry steps on into the apartment and...

There's no music playing.

The TV is off.]

Hello? ....Hello?

[It gets to the point where he has to search through every room in the apartment. Yeah, the kid is well and truly out and about. He forgets how many cigarettes he's had today but here's one more.]

But I ain't no madman.

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