whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Still clutching and stroking his hair. Freddy breathes a slow deep sigh before shaking his head.]

Naw...just what God gave me.

[The kid licks his lips to clarify; spit. His old church up in Fresno would probably beg to differ that's not what that's for. Too bad.]

Jesus. [He sucks the sound in so as not to be too loud about it.]

[Mouth off of his cock but not off. Larry takes a nip at his knee.]

We're gonna have to try and keep it down, tough guy.

[He licks his knee cap even though it's not exactly clean. Is any of this? Oh fucking well. Dimick doesn't care. He just doesn't give a shit.]

Get down here.

[He pulls at them and pulls them apart even as he's easing away to give him room. They're gonna have to do a lot more licking and sucking. A lot.]

I know, Larry.

[Oops well he didn't say his name all that loud but in such close quarters who knows who might have their ear to the wall. Down he goes, knees bending (buckling) until they're together on the floor. Freddy's not even trying to get his boots off, having his pants down around his ankles works well enough. It just makes him feel more desperate too but Larry knows better; he's not desperate to get laid he's desperate to finally have the opportunity to fuck around with his old man. And 'fucking around' is using a broad brush, there's more to it than that, more than Freddy can really ever articulate intelligently. His rear is on the edge of the cot now. It's not even a real bed but he doesn't care, he'd just as soon as get down to all fours on the floor for Lawrence Dimick.]

Come here.

[Now it's his turn to demand something or other but he doesn't wait for Larry to act. The kid leans over to climb on him, where White was eager to suckle on a knee Orange wants to taste his nipple. Sweat, dirty, and everything that comes with it. He's probably wasting the saliva he could be using on Larry's dick.]

Fuck.

[That mouth can go anywhere on him. Hell, he wants it everywhere. He chucks off his own shoe, one then the other. Freddy's are gonna follow. Bare as they were born so he can feel every inch of skin and could count each damn freckle if he wanted to.

Cock is at full mast. The old man wants to go hard and fast without abandon. That's something that saliva just won't do. Think fast, old man.

It's like prison. And prison is never something he wants to dignify his thoughts with, especially involving Freddy. There's got to be some kinda oil. Somethin'. No cooking oil.

Except maybe there might be something in the cans.]

Baby.

[Fingers thread into his hair to hold tight and move with him. The idea is half formed and he can't think right with that mouth on him.]

I got an idea.

[A long, and hungry kiss will follow. It's not desperate but it's urgent. He gets that motivation.]

[Thump and thump. Somehow Larry's successful in getting the kid's boots off even as he's curled up and suckling on a nipple like it's a fucking tit in one of those magazines. It may not stick out like a lady's but Freddy prefers it that way, just a rise on a hard rounded and firm pec. And with his ass so damn close to his cock he can rub against it, eager to get on it if it were oiled already. Fuck.]

No.

[He answers pre-emptively, already guessing how Larry will want to make this so fucking comfortable for them, to keep it sweet and not rough and desperate. But he is desperate, he wants him so bad because they've been kept apart by other duties. Mouths meet again in wet kisses, Freddy's already wrapping his limbs around Larry.]

What is it?

[He's backpedaling, gathering his senses again and trying to put some restraint on his own impulses. That's how the kid almost broke his ass on another man's dick that one time, right? Though, Larry here is no 'other man', Larry here knows how to handle him best.]

[Dimmy and Dino had to steal shit from the kitchen one time just to fuck. Butter worked the best. And if it wasn't butter or lube that they could find....

It wasn't a good idea but it was an idea. He wasn't the grown and utterly bent in all the right ways man he is today with experience. This ain't jail. And thinking about it is opening up a pit of disgust that he could easily fall in and spoil the moment. This kid who sticks his neck out for people in ways they don't even know deserves more than that. Also if memory serves the old man right, anything coming out of the kitchen is far more trouble than it's worth.

No, it's not worth it. That's what he gets at the taste of his mouth and the slide of his tongue. When he can speak he shakes his head.]

Nothin. Dumb idea. What God gave us is the best. [With both hands on Freddy's hips he grinds with him. Nearly fucking but not just yet.]

I'm gonna need more of your mouth, baby. Get me real wet.

[Then he's gonna open him on up. That's still dirty and desperate.]

[Call it being reckless too if he wants, Freddy loves the very idea of using nothing but what they have, like it's some statement to the outside world they'll never need it no matter how fucked up or fucking spoiling it is. They had gun oil in surplus before the sands rose, now they have nothing, but nothing isn't going to stop what they got with each other. He presses kisses along Larry's jaw. Does he still shave a little? It still wouldn't matter to Freddy Newendyke if he was kissing smooth skin or stubble. He nods against him.]

Okay.

[All that grinding feels so fucking good but Freddy's got to scoot down and back to settle between Larry's legs. Look at the kid fucking go, hands on his shaft and balls to hold him right while his mouth hoods over the tip.]

[Bristle and dirt on his face and still he gets every kiss. So they don't got what they had, they didn't have it at the start. They didn't really have this relationship either. Now that they do, Mr. White isn't gonna let it go.]

Like that.

[Right at it. Huff. Mind your own words, Larry. Keep it down. A few groans and grunts slip out. He rubs his hands down Freddy's back and then slips them under. His rough fingers rove over his ribs and up to his nipples.]

Goddamn professional.

[His mouth is all over him, tight enough to make him feel it but loose enough that he's salivating on him. It's not the cleanest or classiest way but they were never very clean or classy people were they? Well, Larry can look pretty damn sharp and Freddy can clean up well, but being that meticulous has never been their way. He nods his head up and down on that cock before pulling up.]

Learned from the best, huh?

[That's flattery for you, Dimmy. Freddy groans softly over (under?) the way those paws work his skin, kneading tired muscles and skin that's dangerously close to getting burned. On his mouth goes again, making the wettest mess he can. He wouldn't want Larry to take on any guilt if he were to push it in not quite prepared enough.]

[Classy? Clean? No, not a bit. They met in a club over beers and bonded over sports and illegal betting. They've fucked in fancy restaurants and greasy spoon bathrooms. Their life has come to be about highs and lows and riding them all.]

Goddamn, cowboy.

[No names. Oh does he want to gasp and moan out one of the most meaningful secrets between them. Larry grips into Freddy's hair, his other hand is going to be self indulgent and take care of his own wet nipple. That's what you make him do kid, it's how you make him feel.]

That's good. [Gulp. If only they were home, he would want to fuck this kid's face without abandon but know he's got something that would really finish him off. Thanks for taking their Valentine away.]

C-come on now. Turn around. Lemme do my part.

[These hands have missed touching on him so freely. He can feel the tense, sore spots. There's gonna be a massage for Freddy. After their spamwiches.]

[Green eyes look upward to watch the old man touch himself while he works on his cock. Looking good there, Lawrence Dimick, looking real good. He pulls his lips off to purse around the head of his cock, saliva trailing down the shaft and down his own chin. A real mess.]

Okay, man.

[Not his name again. Whew. Freddy takes another few licks at this thick cut length before kneeling back. He's got to claim one more kiss mouth to mouth before he finally turns around on all fours. God help anyone who looks in through the window or busts down through the door. Freddy wouldn't stop for a second. He fancies having the balls to look over at any peeping tom and moan, let them know how much of a cock loving ass fucking homo he is. He fucking patrols to keeping them safe, he risks his life to bring in supplies. And this man with him? That Mr. White will do whatever the fuck he wants whenever he wants.]

[Slick, wet lips and a smug look make him fodder for a dirty magazine all his own. Man, there's a cigar box full of pictures like that that's lost to them. Larry doesn't feel much remorse because the genuine article is presenting his rear end for the old man.]

You like this part.

[He grins guiltily because he does too. It ain't like eating out a woman, and sure dos make the already graphic, intimate act they got even more so. More deviance. It's to be expected of criminals and faggots. Larry grabs a handful on both sides and holds them just so to spit and watch it run down his crack before another wad. In he goes, tongue first.]

[Presenting. Offering. Begging. Demanding service. It's all the same when it's with Lawrence Dimick because it's all for Lawrence Dimick and himself, no one else.]

Fuckin' bet...I do.

[Oh shit. The way those paws grab him contradict the careful yet deliberate press of tongue to hole. Freddy's already moaning softly, trying to drown his noise out in the cot. Knees spread to give him better access, as if a tongue can go any deeper fff.]

Shit baby... [The kid ain't even showered. That's love. He tries reaching back to brush his fingers through the old man's hair.]

[Showering would mean they gotta go to the floor with the shower. Then wait too shower. Too much fucking waiting. At this point Larry doesn't even give a care. Paws are rubbing, kneading at his ass. He'll go as far as he fucking can with his tongue, even attempting at thrusting.]

I do too.

[Dual purpose for pulling away--to answer and to pit again. To restrain himself from trying to strike at Freddy he holds his hand. Hitting at him the way he wants to would only make him tense more. That's just what they don't need operating with saliva alone.]

[Careful, old man, treating him like this is going to make him grind back against your face, right on that tongue and chiseled nose.]

Fuck... [It feels great when nothing's been up his ass in days. Look at how hard Freddy is.] Fuck, tough guy...

[Larry.]

[Is that so bad if it helps? Larry don't think so. He's burying his face right on in. Now he'll sit up. The crown of his cut swollen cock rests just so, ready for entry. But is Freddy? It's about all they can do.]

You ready?

[Another spit to his free hand to rub on his cock. Not too soon into the act and the kid is getting mouthy. The old man doesn't blame him for a second. He can practically taste his own urgency.]

I think I'm gonna need to gag you or something. [Watch as he grabs for Freddy's jeans.]

Uh huh... [Another groan.] Ready as it's gonna be.

[His mind and heart are in it, he wants this so bad, his body's just going to have to be up to par. The kid's hard and needing release, that's for sure. When was the last time they fucked with just spit? Feels like so long ago after being spoiled by gun oil. Single use packets on the go, talk about modern luxury. This is anything but that.]

Come on, Larry.

[He whispers, rear rocking back to entice White to put it in. Yeah, he might need that gag.]

[Personal and primal. Some would say it's evidence it ain't natural. They can go fuck themselves without any prep at all. Especially the carefully planned, reckless way they have.]

Okay, tough guy. [Can you hear that dip in his tone? That's what Freddy does to his insides. Easing, carefully now.]

Jesus. [Low for now. He reaches for Freddy's denim and hauls it up to the cot.]

In your mouth.

[Put it in there. He can't go on and say much more as his cock is being buried inch by inch. The last time was in the showers. They were clean and not knowing what lucky fucks they were.]

[Is Lawrence Dimick counting? Damn. Oh wait it's because Freddy wanted to show him how much he loves his cock, enough to suck on it after it's been in his ass. Yeah some people would call that extremely unnatural.]

Oh God.

[Huff. Puff. To be honest it doesn't hurt, not really, but it's clear his body is easing its own way solely because of the not so slippery friction once afforded by very abundant lube. Maybe they should take this as a lesson too. Wait what? Green eyes look over. At the denim. Well, okay. Freddy folds then twists a leg quickly to then bite down on the denim. Just in time as the old man's getting balls deep. He grunts into the fabric. Cheek down now and using his own jeans as a pillow Orange reaches back to work his own ass, kneading and spreading to make it easier. It helps only a tiny bit.]

[Sorry, kid. He really would love to hear every single noise he can pull from you. Man, it's another thing stolen away by the City.]

There we go, tough guy. [Leaning now over him so he can kiss at his back and shoulders, whispering.] You got it all. Fuck it feels so good.

[He'll let go of Freddy's hand but not before a squeeze. So he might be muted. That doesn't mean that he can't say to stop or slow or anything. He helps with the kneading. Staying still balls deep he almost feels himself hard and throbbing in there itching to get a move on. For starters he grinds.]

Mmphhr.

[Muffled pleasure, that's what that is, and short quick huffs for the kisses to his back and shoulders. Each one is like a goddamn tattoo, ain't Larry been wanting Freddy to get one just because? These will have to substitute.]

Unnh.

[He probably sounds ridiculous, Freddy thinks to himself, mouth stuffed with denim, ass stuffed with cock. Ridiculous and it feels fucking good. The kid grinds back against him in full eagerness to set a pace. A freckled hand squeezes at Larry's thigh, urging him to go when he pleases.]

[Hard to say what he thinks should stay on Freddy's skin forever. What image, what word would really be cool and meaningful enough? They'll play with a pen or markers sometime for kicks. All he's got is his mouth to mark up this man. It shouldn't be underestimated at all.]

So fucking tight. It's been goddamn days.

[Huff. There he goes. Easy at first in his thrusts. To be on the safe side, as always, he spits on his fingertips so that he can rub it along where their bodies meet.]

Roo 'uckin' 'ong.

[Can you make that out, Lawrence Dimick? Yeah that's Freddy trying to talk around his gag just because he has words to share, okay. It's important for him to have his say whether or not you can understand, Dimmy. For the record he means it's been too goddamn long since they've fucked. Days (just days).]

Oh 'od.

[The kid's face is already flushed soft red, cheek rubbing into his jeans. It feels so fucking intense.]

[That could be too fucking long or you rocking dog...dong? His mouth doesn't stop licking, biting and kissing. There's more force and confidence to his pace. Just days with this much tension makes so much of a difference with no release.]

Oh fuck, baby.

[A rough whisper. Except he keeps grunting right from the chest. Wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what's up in this room by anybody passing by in the hallway. At least they're not unabashedly collecting knocks on the wall. Balls swing and strike against Freddy's freckled end.]

What me to stroke your cock?

Edited 2012-02-22 03:16 (UTC)

[Shit Freddy hopes anyone who walks by can figure out what's going on. That's how unabashed he's feeling, how much he wants everyone to know he proudly fucks Mr. White. For that question there's a muffled groaning followed by a nod nod nod of his floppy dirty blonde head.]

Uh--h-huh...uh huh.

[Another loud groan. He's making a wet spot from saliva on his pants. In a moment or so he'll be wetting at the tip of his own cock too.]

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