whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.

[Because his mouth is occupied Freddy can't sound how fucking good it is but he'll nod his head slightly in a gesture that says 'Okay. I'll get you ready for my ass.']

Mmmff.

[Mouth all the way down to the base and back. There's no mistaking his own intention either as Freddy's knees spread and his back bows, pitching his ass up.]

[Feast for the eyes right on his sheets. That was one of the reasons why he wanted to get down to business in here. The couch needs a break.]

Scoot back.

[He holds him by the hair, trusting Freddy to move so that he can kneel on the bed and reach to paw at his ass at the same time.]

[Mouth off now, stringing saliva.] Okay.

[Being held like that, fingers in his hair that could pull and crack his skull on the edge if White wanted to, it's a fucking trip because he knows this man won't do that. Freddy scoots on back as told but he curls his body inward, more compact so Larry has to rearrange him if he wants him.]

[Trust like this, it's not something that comes around easy or even frequently. Here it is. Even knowing what he knows, love don't always mean trust. Sometimes he thinks it's so rare that it can't be love, it's got to be something else. Are there any more deep feelings than that? Lawrence Dimick has a lack for delicate, thoughtful words more often than not. If there was anything deeper he wouldn't know where to start. All that is poetic bullshit.

Larry tugs on that golden brown hair before letting it go. He rearranges his man putting him to lean on his good shoulder since he's on his side.]

Think you can suck on me while I'm on you?

[Only one way to find out. Seeing that cock erect and relatively untouched something needs to be done. Until Freddy makes up his mind, Larry lays on his side in the opposite way getting his fist wet with a healthy spit before starting to stroke him.]

[Freddy Newendyke's never been that great with his words either, especially important ones reflecting how he feels about someone else. It's a problem he's had, something others never got but this man gets it. This man doesn't ask for him to do more than he can, this old man knows the language of wordlessness. Is it good for them in the long run? Who really knows, but it's good for now.]

I don't think I can, I know I can.

[That's the answer he gives while resting on his side, fingers beckoning for Larry to bring his cock closer. He closes his hand around that thick girth before drawing the rest of him into his mouth again.]

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