whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Begrudge only on grounds of having to come up with ways to keep him sexually satisfied. That goes for Newendyke curiosity.]

Sweet too. [He pulls his lips off, he can't help but strike at his freckled rump and watch it ripple. Two more and he's back to licking up the crack then back down to his asshole.]

Had enough?

[While your'e thinking about it, there'll be more licking and slow dipping of his tongue. Because if his baby wants more, who the fuck is Lawrence Dimick to say no. He's mellow, full of spunk and smelling like it too. Freddy on the other hand is the one who caught the perp, felt like a cop when only days ago it was the problem.]

[Each strike evokes a hiss from the kid. It's a good kind of stinging feeling, the kind of taboo spanking you don't let anyone but your lover know you fucking enjoy it. And when his tongue is back to work? Feels like a goddamn transformation from whore to saint and back again.]

N-no...aw shit..

[Freddy makes a steep curve with his back and leans towards Larry, as if he might be able to fuck himself on that pliable tongue. They should still have a packet of lube left, assuming each man carries one. Freddy sure does. But what could they use it on? His fingers? Orange licks his lips at the thought of White fucking him with some kind of object. He's thought about it before, now would have been a good time to have it straightened out just to satisfy his ass. God Newendyke you're greedy.]

[Woah. Woah. Woah. The way he moves on him the old man sees what's up. He pulls on back.]

Sounds like you need something else.

[In the mean time all he's got is spit so the old man parts his cheeks to spit on him. Oh fuck. He does wish he could get hard again. Would the kid ever begrudge him that? Huff. He takes to paddling his ass like a playground terror that would deserve it while he finds his own one use packet of lube.]

What do you want?

[As he now has to use both hands to open it on up.]

[Oh he's getting worked up all right but there's still time to stop while they're ahead. Freddy's thinking about it because the last thing he wants is to settle for whatever they have in the room and that could land him in the ER again. No need to show up twice.]

No that's enough. [He huffs, turning over onto his back and reaching out to still those paws before they can open the packet.] I'm cool.

[Huff huff. The kid's softer than hard, no big deal.] Don't worry about it. Just pick a room with some plastic fruit next time, huh?

[Whew. Just in time. As for begrudging the old man, of course he doesn't. It's not his fault his body's not the same it was 25 years ago. And goddamn does he make up for it by showing a guy what 25 plus years worth of experience he has when it comes to shoving his dick in places.]

[But but he's got fingers? That huff for a split second makes his heart about stop. Is that impatience? What? Cool he says. And the packet is still closed.]

Y'sure, hotshot? There're other ways to get off.

[Larry crawls on closer to him to lay at his side.]

Since we don't got...fruit?

[Did he hear that right? Fruit?]

I know. [He nods, reaching out to pull that crawling old bear into his arms too. One leg hooks around Larry's, tangled up in him and deserving a kiss to the corner of his mouth.] Uh huh. Fruit. [Another kiss.] It's a joke.

[Not really but he'll make it sound like one because he's still a little exhausted too. Would Larry believe Freddy can survive on just one orgasm for the night?]

I wanna lay here with you.

[Freddy adds, nodding against Larry. He just pulled off something every cop is trained to do and here he is afterward, still sharing his bed with a criminal, fresh stitches in his arm.]

[That's not a joke Freddy. How random. Except not exactly. The old man's thinking on it. Opportune fruit. Uh huh. Oh there's a kiss for him right on back. More than a few. His mouth is wet with his own saliva. So it might end up more sloppy than it should be.]

Even if I'm sticky?

[The answer is yes. Heh. The old man puts his arms around him careful of stitches. Freddy has been known to last with just one orgasm. The old man does like to pull out all the stops if he knows he's raring for it. Don't want a stiff one to go to waste. That uncut cock between them is about half way.]

You're a hell of a guy baby.

[At the very least the old man wants to be sure they're very pressed together. Mmm. Yeah.]

Uh huh. Even if you're a stinkin' mess.

[He corrects with a sly smile before accepting sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss. Halfway he might be but with every passing moment Freddy grows softer like it never happened. No skin off his roman nose. They're pressed together as close as can be.]

You're one hell of a man. [This part Freddy says quietly.] Larry Dimick.

[No ifs or maybes. He is stinkin' and sticky, a real mess just like the body he's holding on to. One close lipped, nearly sweet kiss before another.]

Freddy Newendyke.

[About a whisper before another kiss. He was going to say officer but...that goes without saying for them. They have a few more hours in this room to use before heading home. There'll be time enough to contemplate the nature of plastic fruit.]

I love you.

But I ain't no madman.

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