But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

Maybe.

[He remarks, casual-like. It probably started with baseball though that's no gateway drug for Freddy Newendyke at all, nope nope. Hey the way Larry's moving he may as well be scratching a beardog behind the ears.]

No way, you gotta build up a little time between shows.

[Make them like episodes of a series, hehehe. Mmph, those paws are a good help in getting the kid to lift off on one, two, three. Freddy gives a thin moan for the loss of fullness.] Damn...

[whitetwoguns]

Smart ass.

[He's highly encouraged by all of this lip. Highly.]

You're the one who knows show business so.

[Shrug. Larry hisses briefly. He's going soft but that doesn't make Freddy's ass any less snug or make him want to come on out easy.

Wanna smoke or head on out when we're more put together.

[Not that he's rushing at all. The kid is off of his cock but that don't mean he's gone away.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Seeing as how this ain't a company car that should mean it's okay for Freddy's freckled rear to scoot to the opposite side of the backseat, back to the door, feet up to rest on Larry's lap. He's careful to avoid that dick of course.]

I wanna smoke.

[See this hand making a grabby motion? He wants you to light him up, old man. Sometimes it's just nice to sit back and relax, forget about all that shit outside their car with its burger and fries trash, traces of cum on the seats. If Larry can't tell Freddy's not gonna be bored with him by now well who knows who can help the guy. The same can be said of the kid and his subconscious worry one day Mr. White will grow impatient with him and leave until Freddy grows up. Don't seem like today though.]

[whitetwoguns]

Sure, Spielberg.

[Grabby motion gets results. Freddy doesn't even need to touch the cigarette. It's at his lips and lit in the next moment. Now there'll be fresh cigarette smoke with the fast food and sex, a real grimy cocktail. Who'd believe these fucks go to very expensive restaurants?

Whether it's the magic of the City, the sheer familiarity and comfort of an alliance or they're actually synchronized--their life together just works. No matter what fear and doubt is looming behind, it's not enough to pay any serious mind.]