whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Sounds like you should spare some more on your machines. Ladies don't need it all.

[He noticed after all.]

Must be harder to make a dollar with all of those quarters.

[Freddy and his quickly made points. Coming home is the best option after all.]

Is it a new one or one you just found?

[Not too handsy so the kid can answer him.]

Heavy too, all that metal. Not every guy can handle it.

[Heavy metal, he means, and guys who happen to like heavy metal too as Larry might know first hand. Seeing as how they're sitting just so, Freddy shimmies and shifts to get even more comfortable against the bear of a man.]

One I just found, kinda small, real cozy. Not many kids either.

[Woah now. Getting close can give a guy a stiffy.]

Do they have any skeeball? Maybe air hockey?

[Games that the old man would like or know by name outside of Pacman. Paws massage the outside of Freddy's thighs.

Captain Planet is rearing his green mullet head nearby.]

Yeah they got classics.

[Hehehe. Classics, the kid calls them, just like this pawing old man right here. The way Larry's doing it Freddy can't help but spread those thighs.]

What's air hockey to a guy like you though?

Classics. Shit.

[Oh he caught that one. Thanks, Newendyke. Seamlessly paws are going to the inside of his thighs since they're spreading.]

I like air hockey. When it's not winter it's the closest thing.

[...for a non-roller blade guy.]

Why does that place keep the kids away? Is there are bar in there or something?

[Heh heh heh. There's more leaning followed by spreading and sprawling back.]

I couldn't tell you why, maybe it's got a special machine in it. [Like Flynn's.]

Sounds like you dunno.

[Damn. They're gonna start rubbing up on one another like fucking dogs at this rate.]

Or you don't want to tell me.

[Pushing right back up against him. Agitation from everyone, including himself has fallen to the wayside. Yet another perk of living together with no one else, there isn't any interruptions or one more chance for bullshit from the outside to get in.]

Maybe I'm too scary for kids.

[Freddy suggests as he turns around within those bear paws. Well, rolls around is more like it so he can sprawl on Larry from the front. He steals himself a kiss.]

Rated R type shit.

Higher than that. But I'd say R at a glance.

[That's more like it. Front to front. This next kiss isn't a brief greeting. Have something longer and stronger, kid.]

I don't think you're the stuff of nightmares only because kids don't know better. You keep me up at night.

[A long deep kiss really hits the spot. Seems like Lawrence Dimick isn't so glum now after all. When he finally has a chance to breathe Freddy leans back just enough to speak.]

And I'm not even trying.

[He quips with a one-shoulder shrug before pressing his mouth to Larry's again, tongue snaking through. It's no kiddy shit up in this apartment.]

Go ahead and try. I might like it.

[Meanwhile he'll get on into his pants. Being glum is hard when you got a bright orange ray of sunshine or something like it. They still gotta be mindful of that shoulder while fucking around.]

[Oof. There's not a lot of space in those pants with paws in them not to mention the swelling those paws induce. Now Freddy has to squirm a little, comfort taken away because goddamn how does a guy stay lazy when another guy's rubbing him up and down like that.]

Are you sure? Sometimes even I don't know what I'm capable of.

I'm not the shy scared type, man.

[Discomfort will be worth it. Isn't it always? Finding what he wants then he'll unbutton and unzip first Freddy, then himself to rub on cock to cock.]

You want us to keep Captain what's his name company or take this upstairs?

After talkin'...big like you do? [Oh shit the old man's going for the big guns.] Huh, tough guy?

[All that squirming and shifting just makes rubbing cock to cock even more irresistible. Freddy's hard, that much is certain. Freckled hands run through peppered brown hair.]

Surprise me.

[Linka is squealing in the background for Wheeler.]

Baby, I am big last I checked.

[In size and growth. Heh. That's not all commentary on his own cock. Honest. The old man can fit both hands around both of em to stroke two at once.]

Yeah?

[Because we all know he can and will put the kid in his place with a lift. It's something he loves doing. A few more strokes and he is making sure those legs can fit around him.]

[That stroking is seriously doing a number on him.] Sure--are....

[Who's calling all the shots, really, when the old man knows he wouldn't have a chance pulling a lift without the kid's permission? Those legs are wrapped around him though, tight and snug, like Freddy's already prepared for take off. He knows Larry loves doing it, it's the only reason he indulges the guy on occasion.]

[Lift off, he's got a grip on the couch until he knows he's got balance.]

Did you start without me today?

[Paws firmly plant on his ass cheeks for a grip and because feels mighty fine to be held onto like this. Going up the stairs provides a surprise of rubbing together. The TV is still going. Wheeler is dismissing Linka and they continue their Cold War-like relationship.]

[Oof. Freddy's fingers clutch at Larry's shoulders, his shirt, around his neck, whatever he can.]

Nope. Not today. Didn't have time.

[He utters against the old man, bodies pressed so damn close.] I thought about it but mostly I was thinkin' about you.

[When they reach the top of the stairs the old man leans his shoulder to the wall framing their linen closet. The cowboys are in view.]

What about me?

[As he noses his neck to get working there while making the decision to wreck his own bed. The old man carefully sets the kid on the bed to sit or kneel, whichever.]

[Damn those cowboys look better and better every day. Freddy cranes his neck to let Larry's chiseled nose fit better.]

How I...wanna make you feel...good.

[He brushes his lips along his jaw only to brace White again when they're on the move. Oof. Right on the foot of his bed. It's a comfortable place. Freddy looks up with sharp green eyes.]

Use me up to feel good, tough guy.

[Brown eyes look right on back. He reaches to grip on Freddy's hair for a moment thinking of pulling his face right onto his crotch. No. Not yet.]

It makes me feel good to think about you.

[As he pulls off those jeans from the kid, briefs too. Since he is crouched he takes a nip at the top of his thigh. Both articles of clothing litter the other wise pretty tidy floor.]

Good is just the start of what you do.

[Shirt now, ever careful of the shoulder.]

[He leans on into that wide paw.] Does it?

[Even after dwelling on cutting fingers off and what a crook has to do to escape time? Freddy's looking down at Larry, focused on him and what he's doing. Clothes off, first his jeans then his briefs and now his shirt. That shoulder's doing pretty good. Freddy shivers when Larry nips.]

I try. [To do good, he means.]

Uh huh.

[Telling him that he would have done the same. That makes Freddy better in his eyes, some would say it would make him worse. Who is the cop? Well, no one is here but them. Teeth drag again to leave another bit. He's undoing the buttons of his shirt to shrug it on off.

Sorry, Freddy. He has to stand up now to peel off his own trousers and briefs. Not that sorry though. Standing puts his cut cock right in the kid's face.]

Try with this.

[Those green eyes are watching him disrobe piece by piece, peel by peel, until Lawrence Dimick's old inked and scarred up firm body is completely naked. He looks fucking amazing.]

.......

[Then his cut swollen cock comes into view. At first the kid's just looking at him, looking at him, at it, at him. Lashes lower and a brow quirks as if he's considering challenging Larry for his blowjob. Then without protest Freddy's mouth is on him, wet and tight at the lips. Goddamn does he love sucking on Larry's dick.]

[Eyes like that get blood flowing, get thoughts appearing. They got him good.]

Yeah, baby.

[Right on to the sucking in the best sort of way. Oh fuck. He doesn't even need to shuffle closer.]

Get me all wet so I can plow you good.

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