whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Bump. Oops. Might've touched heads a little harder than intended but Freddy hears him loud and clear.]

Sure. Buyin' me one don't mean I owe you anythin' does it?

[Freddy asks just to play up the part. Letting a little liquor set in would definitely give them time to scope out the place. Too bad it's overpriced and there's a limit to how much. Drunks passing out in watersports corner is just bad for business all around.]

[Ouch. There's something of a sting there. Not too bad. And for God's sake he isn't rubbing on it.]

It's polite to offer me something if I'm gonna go and treat you.

[Overpriced as it may be, they do have more cash to spare. This is the closest to what they had in mind more so than all of the previous establishments. Larry wants their time to be well spent. Observing is worth it. On the way to the bar they pass a man in nothing but his socks and sneakers. Yep. They're on the right track.]

[The socks and sneakers get up kind of throws Freddy for a loop but the curious individual makes up for it by sporting what appears to be a rather sizable unit. So's this other guy--wait no not that guy, the ladder of piercings going up to his frenum doesn't appeal to Freddy Newendyke. The lotus tattooed guy down the end of the bar on the other hand, he's a pretty one. The snake-eyed man next to him...not so much.]

Whatcha got in mind? [For favors owed due to this overpriced beer.]

Well.

[Larry licks his lips. He's looking too. Not all men are hanging out or nude. The sort of fashion looks like keeping the barn door open for business. Two over priced beers are cool and perspiring at the bar.]

I can't help but notice you got a great looking mouth there.

[One that is catching his attention more even with so many dicks out.]

[Oh the old man wants to go there, does he.]

You think so? I can do a lot with it, I mean sure some guys think I talk too much but whatever I got things to say. Don't blame me for it you know?

[Playing it up, he is, before taking a long tight delicious sip from the bottle.]

I got time.

[Talk he says. That is actually just fine. It's the air and atmosphere. Everything is blatantly sexual. Sure there is music but people ain't comin' here to dance. And there are no dancers to watch or anything to watch for a show that will end. The entertainment is all around, and they are a part of it.

Breathe, White. Don't loose your cool. Thinking too hard on it all will get him anxious in no time in the wrong way.]

So what do you wanna talk about, my man? We could talk about the weather.

[Eyes are still on Freddy now and then catching someone in the peripheral.]

[Fortunately--or unfortunately--the kid hasn't caught on to the old man's anxiety just yet. Whatever he said today, yesterday, the day before, has him fully convinced this is old hat for Lawrence Dimick. Look Freddy's feeling so much more comfortable already that he sticks his tongue down the bottleneck for a second. It's a show just for Mr. White and a show for Mr. Puce who's checking out the goods on both of them. Mm, delicious beer.]

The weather? Really? Sure, it's warming up. Humidity's gettin' high.

Is it?

[Yeah. It is getting warmer. The old man catches the feeling that they're the entertainment right now. Brown eyes flick to him. Oh. He's enjoying the little play by play working himself over through his jeans.]

I suppose then we're in the right kind of climate.

[More of a drink of his beer. Freddy himself is like the switch to his libido. Getting roused isn't the hard part (heh) it is the social cues and keeping an eye out all around. Damn, Dimmy. You really should have done more homework.

It was an excuse to get out. Hardly far into the week for Freddy to keep out of work. An idle Newendyke is an unhappy Newendyke. That still don't make it okay to skate by on a fib.]

Unless you wanna head someplace more cozy.

[Than leaning on up on the bar.]

I ain't ever had a problem with the Bahamas. It's a lot like what I wanted to travel for.

[He shakes his head yet in agreement with the old man as a guy in neon pink briefs takes another guy in neon green briefs away from the bar by the hand. They're off to have some fun it seems. Siiiiip.]

You got any suggestions?

[Freddy asks Larry, ready to take his cues, his lead. Lotus Flower is going away now too, leaving the bar zone to duck into one of the doorless private areas.]

[The body heat? The drinks? Something exotic and forbidden in the air?]

You and me, we could go and see what's going down. We don't have to go through everything here.

[They did want to just come and see. That was the original plan. Except he is supposed to be the leader. Hopefully the over courteous leader bit is gonna get him to a place with solid footing.

The old man puts a paw on Freddy's knee and rubs.]

Think they got a wrapping policy here.

Wrapping's pretty smart whether or not anybody gets down. I don't mind if you don't mind.

[And Freddy don't shine if Larry don't shine. He puts a freckled hand over that patting paw only to slip his fingers under the palm then turn it over so they're laced. Holding hands in a sex club, talk about true romance.]

[Strong, agile freckled fingers fit so well with bigger, thicker Dimick ones. He can appreciate that right now. It was a very fleeting thought that he noticed putting his hand to the seat behind him to give the bleeding man something to clasp onto. It's a regular fucking lifeline.]

Baby.

[He licks his dry lips. Huff. May as well come on clean. Fingers curl tighter. He needs this connection.]

I ain't ever really been to a place like this before. I know what it looks like. I know what happens but... not first hand.

[His other paw is holding onto his beer it feels far cooler in his grip.]

[He's smiling at Larry, shy but still happy to finally be inside because he's here with his man--wait what? Freddy quirks a brow. The hand stays right where it is but it's noticeably holding him a little tighter, like maybe he expects Larry to want to suddenly retreat in which cause Freddy ain't lettin' him run anywhere until he explains.]

What? Really? After all the talkin' and the stories...?

[Okay okay so maybe some of those stories were anecdotal from other people 'heard from a guy who knew a guy' but really? Lawrence fucking Dimick? Not even once?] So...this is your first time...

[He'd gesture to the floor with his other hand if it wasn't trapped in a sling.]

The ones like Scott's that's...about the longest I've been in. [In a gay bar. Be a man, Dimick.] I would poke in times before to try and find a quick lay. You know, to get my fix so I could forget about it.

[It was a different time. A different place for certain. Don't go casting judging eyes.]

I've seen shit in movies.

[Freddy movies. Now he is starting to feel like a class-A idiot.]

But yeah. Yeah this is my first time.

[Listening to Dimick it's becoming a lot clearer; the old man posed and postured to get them here but now that he's actually here the pressure's gone up ten fold. He ought to kick the guy for lying, for making him think he's so goddamn expert. But instead of kicking him Freddy just wants to kiss him.]

So....I'm pretty much gonna pop your cherry.

[And Larry to Freddy likewise. Two first timers on an adventure, that's what this is now. The kid couldn't feel anymore like it was a date.]

[Bullshitting can only get you so far. How does Freddy to it? For one, he is naturalistic as hell. And for two, something about Freddy kind of puts it all at ease. That is what he was hoping to emulate.

He is trying to brace himself for his comeuppance.]

That's pretty much it.

[Word choice is top notch as usual.]

You know how that is.

I sure do. It's cool man, it's my first time here but I ain't forgot how it feels getting one of those popped.

[Naturalistic as hell. He raises Larry's paw to rub the back of it against his freckled cheek.] We'll take a tour, get a lay of the land, and if you see somethin' you like we'll figure out a way to get in without a travel agent. Those bastards are overpriced anyway.

[Somewhere nearby a man who's been eyeballing them is rolling his own eyes now. A bonafide couple, fat chance getting them in the watersports tub.]

[Now who is the cool son of a bitch that's taking charge? The relief he feels almost undoes the building anxiety. Almost. Phew.]

I don't remember the last time I had a cherry of mine popped. I think it was you anyways.

[Making him a pro at it in his own right. He leans on forward to get a kiss because hand holding now just won't fucking cut it. Real goddamn romantic.]

As long as we're going to the same place together.

Maybe you're gettin' too old to think that far back.

[To remember a whole year and a half ago, hah. Freddy has no time to fire another quip back because Larry's already occupying his mouth and for that matter the rest of his damn body.]

Mmffhm. [That's a confirmation of wanting to go together, Dimmy. Then without warning the kid's climbing all up into the old man's lap.] Show'em I'm yours, take me.

[No not like that on the bar, unless White has a taste for spreading Orange right here and now. He means he's permitting Lawrence Dimick the rare rare very rare opportunity to carry Freddy Newendyke to wherever he wishes.]

[Hush, kid. All that talk about being old. He puts more of his tongue on in his mouth like he's going to count every tooth. The climbing catches him by surprise and he gets a firm hold for fear of them both falling down. They have already fallen enough.]

You finished with your beer, big man?

[As though having this man on in his lap with other eyes around is the most normal thing in all the world.]

Uh huh.

[Look at it half empty on the bartop, woefully neglected, much like a few of the men in this crowd. Freddy doesn't stray from his new seat for a second.]

Okay.

[He places a kiss at Freddy's neck and shifts. That's his little way of saying that they're ready for launch. Like it ain't no thing, Dimick is up and holding onto his man.]

I think there might be a place were we can just watch.

[Some blue eyed, blonde haired Rocky Horror type is giving Freddy puppy dog eyes like there would be room for one more.]

[He's holding onto Larry with his legs and his one good arm, trusting the old man not to drop him because if he did he'd be in a world of hurt, and so would Freddy. Hah.]

Mm, sounds like a plan.

[The kid nods, happy to be a voyeur except someone else is watching them now. The pup's got one hell of a tan on him. Maybe Larry could even get tips on how the guy manages a near seamless transition on his speedos area.]

Got a tail. [Orange utters into White's ear.] Let'im suck you off.

[Go and then that? Larry slows to a stop. The whisper to his ear raises the hair on his arms and neck. He doesn't see the man. Freddy does. There's the instinct to turn around and look to see what the situation is...until it hits him that it doesn't truly matter. Whoever it is has the kid's stamp of approval.]

Get his attention. We'll go someplace where I can set you down so you can see.

[Fuck. Just like that he's getting hard. Since he is the one who is carrying, with those legs about him he lets the grip move so that they're about groin to groin.]

[Just like that? Goddamn. Who knew not knowing what the fuck you're doing can be fun especially when both of them are rolling with the punches. Instead of voicing anything else because it's loud in here, Freddy just uses his fingers to first point at the golden adonis then reel him in.]

Get a move on.

[He mutters to Larry once it looks like that other guy's got the idea. Freddy nudges Larry with his heels too, much like he would to good ole Nickel. As for the groin to groin action? Well hell it sure gets a grind out of Orange.]

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