But I ain't no madman.

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[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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?]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.

[whitetwoguns]

[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.