whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Larry has friends in the city too, doesn't he? Lucky and the other guys from work. Arthur in some way. It's not something Freddy likes talking about not just because he would never want to imply a rambling man doesn't have fellas like a regular guy but because he's the reason Larry gunned down one of his closest. Fuck if that ever has to come up. Right now the only things coming up are his nipples and the uncut cock between his legs and a nose for some air. There's a soft rumbling sound when Freddy breathes in through his nose and mouth. Then his lips tighten again just in time for those tilting hips. At this rate White could do anything to him including suddenly kill him to avenge Joe. But they're beyond that now, aren't they?]

[Far, far beyond in the stratosphere. Sometimes the distance makes Larry feel like all that blood shed and violence was nothing but an entry fee. It is true they wouldn't be where they are without all that. There is lingering guilt that may never leave.

Arthur has the sort of face that leads the old man to believe that there is a kindred soul in there. Somehow. And Lucky dollars to donuts would have his back in a flash. No, the old bear isn't lonely. It is all so different than what he used to know. He didn't use to have a life in one place. He didn't use to have a deep and crazy love for a fella that is a cop. What on earth did he have before then anyway?]

Lemme fuck that mouth, Freddy.

[Rubbing harder at his chest until there's enough nipple erect to pull and twist. He can't reach Freddy's cock from here. The kid has more than enough earned his right to reciprocate. Never mind what happened in the shooting range.

The words they shared on the baseball diamond about who was giving up the most still sticks with him. Gotta make it more than worth it for the man. Two friends down and he knows he has made the right choice.

Thighs are tense.]

[Oh shit those fingers pulling at him drive him fucking nuts.] Nnghh...

[Because his mouth is occupied he can't say 'Okay.' but Freddy can nod. Nod and then let go of Larry's hip, letting the old man take the wheel. He trusts him to steer appropriately, to look out for this kid because he's got only one regularly working arm. That arm is reaching between his own legs now to stroke himself as if he's been left no choice. Fat fucking chance, Larry knows Freddy loves it. This is what he wants to see play out of a goddamn bar. Does it make him a pervert?]

Oh fuck.

[Into motion gentle and dead set on what he wants. The trusts the kid not to rush to finish himself off.]

Mmmm.

[Now he's licking his lips like a greedy, hungry bear. Eyes are on his hand and then flicking to his mouth. Hips are set in a controlled pace. Don't worry, Freddy. It's enough to be proud of.]

Bet you like that, huh? Huh?

[Panting as he may be, the old man is just getting started. If Freddy is considered a pervert for his desire to see more... then Larry is on the same level if not worse. It would be like watching one of Freddy's videos live. That's all.]

[His hand is moving at a steady pace, nothing too fast, nothing too slow. It's the need to have something there, a tightness around his own cock while he's got an even bigger one plowing his face. It's making his ass ache too. Is this the part where if it was at one of those dirtier clubs they'd toss a coin to decide who gets to wrap up and feed the cockslut's other end? Do they even do that at clubs? Of course they do, Newendyke, you've seen it done to women. He only wishes he's seen it done to men with his own caramel apple eyes.

Aw fuck the sound that comes out of him now is close to a deep aching sigh. Yes sir, he likes that, sir. Freddy fucking loves it.]

[Balls deep he grinds just a little and moans. It feels that good but also he knows the kid loves it like that.]

This all you want, baby? Huh?

[Once again he is smoothing rough paws over his chest like he was testing the surface of a freshly waxed car. Slowly now he pulls out of the man's mouth. Not yet waiting for a reply, he kneels and fixes his mouth where his cock was.]

[Is it? It could suffice for the morning but after a night of not getting the sex show he was secretly hoping might happen before his own eyes maybe Larry's just the guy to make up for it. Scratch that, not make up for it because he had a good night with the boys. Larry's just the guy to give him his fix until they can find their own little Tijuana show.]

Shit--

[Oops a little saliva falls this way and that. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand only to then thread his fingers into White's hair, mouths meeting in a kiss.]

Lay down, Larry. Let me sit on it.

[Did Freddy want to see a flesh fest with the boys? Would it have been more enjoyable? Huh. Larry is licking up whatever saliva might have slipped over his lips before pulling back.]

Okay man.

[That one word willing submission that means so damn much. He's on the bed again. Laying flat now sort of like Freddy had. It only makes is flag pole more apparent sticking upright and gleaming with spit.]

Sit on my cock.

[It's not that a flesh fest was his goal, just that it was something he sort of hoped to see with all those bulges bulging about. Yep. Ahem, this kid's tongue flicks out to meet the old man's in kind. Then with that one word of willing submission Freddy's rolling onto his good should to get up. Up on his knees, up to crawl his way over to the prominent flag pole. Look at it fucking shining with his spit. Yeah right, Lawrence Dimick, as if he's gonna put his ass on it without some real lube. This ain't the fucking desert no more.]

I'll sit on it when you're ready.

[Freddy fires back with all the harshness of a plush velvety fox. No attitude here, just wiseassery. Even one-armed Orange manages to pop the cap off the lube and squeeze a reasonable amount out. Rub rub rub all over Larry's cock. Sit on that, Dimick.]

Now? [The kid assumes the position. It's his turn to tease.]

[Could it have been hanging about with Larry in his leopard piece got him the idea that they pop out of those things so easily? He won't bring that up. That's a day best forgotten.]

Am I ready yet?

[Arm behind his head like he's about ready for a nap. Look at this skilled motherfucker here uncapping and putting on the lube one handed. Loading a gun one handed is a cakewalk now too. While he's rubbing on him the old man makes some obvious hip movements up on into that hand.]

Now sounds good to me.

[Hands go up onto his hips to help.]

[Honestly it was probably his own libido giving him the idea they pop out like that because that's exactly what would happen if he ran a place of such repute. Good thing Freddy isn't a club owner. And fff look at Lawrence Dimick acting like he could be lullabied away.]

Don't pass out on me.

[The kid quips because he can. Laughter was and will always be his favorite medicine. Those paws on his hips help Freddy to sink right on down over his cock. The instant swell of being filled has an obvious reaction on his face; all super good.]

[Say. That would be a way for them to make a living. Running a club, a private out of the way sort of a place. Pencil that one down for another rock and roll fantasy as kings of debauchery filled kingdom after dark.]

I think you woke me up.

[Eyes flick from Freddy's face to watching what he can of himself get taken up into his ass.]

Bet they didn't have this kind of dancing at Scott's.

[Dancing he says. His own face is playing out all of the tension and relief of coming together. That is super cool.]

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They would've...if I was running the show.

[He punctuates this with another low stretched out groan reflecting the way his own body fits around Lawrence Dimick. Just a little more and he's balls deep in Freddy Newendyke. Again. Green eyes half-lid as if he's just taken a hit of the best drug there is on the market.]

That's good, man. [Grinding first, to really get Larry up in him.]

I think I'd wanna see that.

[Breathe. Breathe now. Great to see the cowboy ride up top. He's got no tits to bounce but his hair moves and damn he can watch the rest of his body ripple. Like a true addict, he feels so much better with his fix. Here they go again enabling one another.]

You got good ideas.

[He decides to pitch in with the grinding motion.]

Would there be cameras? Big screens showing all the action?

[Watch his body move and flex because Larry's not the only one who tightened up after a tour in the desert. Freddy's looking a little more defined although admittedly not quite as jacked as certain others. Not that it matters much, the kid knows how to use his body at whatever state it's in and right now it's in a state of sheer fucking satisfaction.]

Uhhh. Fuck.

[That pitch rocks him forward a little, enough to rock back and turn grinding into shallow thrusts. For now.] Uh huh. Enough for a taste, you know? No close up shit though, can't give everything away.

[Boy did he. Makes the old man wanna oil him up or something, get him real slick everywhere. Thanks to Colossus even if the old man is down, he's not out. Seeing as Freddy's just raring to go right out with the sunrise he better watch himself.]

Just enough to get the idea, to wanna be involved.

[Shallow? There's an extended, happily exasperated sigh.]

Except. [Huff.] Only one at a time. [There's a solid, swift smack to his ass.]

[That smack of a paw gets him panting and clenching around the old man. How's all the exasperated sighing now huh? Freddy sets his own hand on Larry's shoulder, anchoring there so his thighs can work harder. Faster. Deeper. He's upping the pace.]

Nobody else fucks you on my watch.

[Orange insists between huffs and puffs and a solid line of direct eye contact. He presses forehead to forehead too like this'll make him appear anymore menacing.]

Unless you wanna, then you gotta ask. [He licks his lips.]

[Tighter than he already is? He lets on just how good it feels without words.]

W-when I'm with the best kinda hard to want anything else.

[Go on and call it flattery. Right now he is beyond caring. It would be great to throw in tits and pussy to the equation. Right now his teeth are set on freckled flesh and his tight ass.

Eye contact. You know how that gets him kid. Really like their impromptu morning fucking is so much more than what they want to say. Sweat is coming up out of his skin. It might even be Freddy's they're so damn close.

In return he flicks his tongue on out for the salt of sweat and to touch his mouth. Now he puts both paws comfortably on his end to help him work up and down. There's a forceful squeeze too.]

Fuck. I love you.

[If the kid is making up for passing out on the old man the other night he sure as hell isn't saying so. That kind of thing goes without saying, right? That he's sorry whether or not it's really his fault, that he would never want to give him such a fucking scare, that Freddy loves Larry and Larry's body no matter how old or scarred. The way his ass is sinking, pulling, and those eyes are staring, mouth pursing to meet his tongue, it ought to be undeniable. But Orange has never been the best with words so instead of telling him he loves him also he leans inward to groan against White then kiss him. Let him feel it on both ends, taken up into paws, fucking wrapped up in Lawrence Dimick.]

[Lip to tip in Freddy Newendyke. It all kinda makes him feel light headed, even in the realm of giddy except that's a very private emotion. Ridiculous. Usually its associated with the high you get walking away with a hundred dollars or more without the mark knowing or a clean getaway. Mr. Orange has always been a thrill.

Never a dull moment. Even if it may be for the worse. Passing out is one for the books. He is trying not to think that maybe this could lead to another. Cut the man some more credit than that. He even said that he would be regulating his vicodin differently. Some help you are in drilling into him right on back. The pad of Larry's thumb brushes against where their bodies meet. Heat and dampness of lube, sweat and maybe some precum makes it all slick to the touch.

As their saliva mixes, he wonders if there's a way he could jack off the man.]

Mmmph...

[Freddy moans into Larry's mouth. The kid doesn't seem to be paying attention to his own dick at the moment so he makes no indication of asking the old man to handle him. It doesn't mean he doesn't want to be handled either, of course, only that right here right now Mr. Orange is content to buck up and down on Mr. White. Maybe it's because getting filled up in both ends occupies his mind spreading his attention thin.]

Mm. Baby. [A temporary parting only to breathe before it's his tongue pushing its way into the old man's mouth.]

[To think that they shied away from that word at all costs once upon a time. They did a lot of things like wrapping up and pretending to just be friends. Could they even go back to any of that? Larry can't even think on it seriously.]

Mmmm.

[Right on back at you, Mr. Orange. He weasels a hand between them and decides to work off Freddy whether he is asking for it out loud or not. That bucking is most pleasant. The old man's got a feeling that he won't be able to ride along so steadily for much longer. This freckled fiend is controlling the pace and depth but the swollen head of his cock is distinctly coming up against prostate.]

[Well now you've gone and done it, Lawrence Dimick. A paw squeezing his cock acts like a fucking switch. Suddenly his mouth is off his and making noise. Groans and grunts, moaning and aching like he's fucking dying. Freddy's whole body is moving faster to fuck his fist while getting fucked. Does Larry like it? Better hope he does because Orange isn't stopping for anything. He wants to come between them, ideally all over White's chest. Fingertips are digging into him enough to make a wildcat proud.]

Fuck, Larry. [He huffs.] Oh fuck.

[Another moan so close to a goddamn sob. Then he's shuddering, writhing, out of synch as his balls and his beaten prostate unload.]

[No. Lawrence Dimick doesn't like it. He loves it. Tighter, harder and faster with all the great vocals to go with it.]

That's it, Freddy. Come all over.

[Because chances are there won't be too much on the bed. The old man bucks underneath him and keeps on working his cock. Damn. Even though he was the one deep throating, he's at the finish leaving White to gasp like a fish out of water. Now that's what you call fucking tight.]

Jesus.

[Supposedly that's one of the benefits of being an older man. He may not be capable of reloading as soon as a guy like Orange but he's no premature peter either. He knows from personal experience just how long White can go without busting, sometimes long enough for this kid to blow his own load twice. Not this morning though, Freddy intends to milk the cum out of Larry. Consider it a matter of balance or tit for tat...and maybe Freddy just likes the feeling of having that much of Larry stuck up inside him first thing in the morning after a night of bulge festivities.]

Fuck man...fuck you got everything.

[More panting and huffing. His movements have slowed but they're not still. The kid's still grinding his ass on the old man. He presses a kiss to the underside of Larry's jaw.] What're you waitin' for...

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