[Freddy teases, body conforming to fit perfectly with Larry's even if that might make him the little spoon or whatever people call it. He's arching his hips into his touch, shoulder against his chin. Kiss him, he says. The kid turns his head slightly, enough to give the old man a narrowed green look. Then he's tilting his own head to kiss him. Freddy's feeling pretty mellowed out, tired, exhausted, but his mind is still alert. They have to be with mad men out there.]
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[Freddy teases, body conforming to fit perfectly with Larry's even if that might make him the little spoon or whatever people call it. He's arching his hips into his touch, shoulder against his chin. Kiss him, he says. The kid turns his head slightly, enough to give the old man a narrowed green look. Then he's tilting his own head to kiss him. Freddy's feeling pretty mellowed out, tired, exhausted, but his mind is still alert. They have to be with mad men out there.]