whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

ill be home hes just confused

ok

im waiting

[One hour later.]

im coming up

[He is still waiting. The bag of tacos is on their kitchenette counter unopened. The old man has poured some Jack Daniels into his glass of coke. There is a second glass waiting on the counter top. Why fill it up when he doesn't know when the kid is going to be home?

Paper plates and napkins ready too. Larry sets down the network device. Freddy knows what he's up to and he knows his own head. There's a whole story to lay out. Yeah.

Waiting. Waiting.]

[Click click. Turn. Enter. Sniff sniff.]

I smell tacos.

I couldn't have eaten 'em myself.

[Turning around now on the stool.]

Hey.

[Now he'll start to pour the second glass of coke. He'll hold the Jack Daniels for now.]

You're damn right you couldn't have cause you're sharing.

[Taking the other seat and going for the coke without the JD. Look at him chug it down.]

So...

[To get the ball rolling he opens up that bag of tacos and the smell really does hit the room in a big way. Delicious and fresh. Paws set to set a few on each plate.]

Steve was confused.

He wants to fuck Bucky Barnes. [You don't know what a big deal this kind of is, Lawrence Dimick.] I shouldn't even be fuckin' tellin' you shit.

[But he's Mr. White and as personal experience has proven, Mr. Orange will eventually tell him anything.]

Who's that? What's this all about really?

[And most importantly, why is this information for Mr. Orange? Thank God he's there with all the answers or else Mr. Rogers would have another thing coming. White and Orange are partners in more than just crime.

Before his stomach can rumble anymore he sinks his teeth into the first taco. Munch. Munch. Munch.]

'Oo am I gonna tell.

No you ain't.

[He knows Larry's just playing but really it bears repeating because Steve trusted him and he just ratted him out to Larry. Freddy really is a rat....but it's Lawrence Dimick. Can't Larry be an exception??]

It's his friend, they were in the army together. [Bucky's his sidekick he could go on and on about the comic books but he wont.]

Sounds like it's a long time coming thing.

[Which can really be a pain in the ass. Friends don't always turn out to be lovers or whatever you wanna call it. Bobbys can't be Buckys. Good on Steve. The old man still is chewing thoughtfully. Is there more to tell? Freddy already started, so the ball should keep on a-rolling. Larry was waiting for an hour.]

I guess so, they've known each other since they were kids. I told him I'd let him borrow one of my movies. He was asking how it works and I could talk all fuckin' day about what feels real fuckin' great but I figured a movie would help out better. I don't gotta be there for it, you know?

[He's nibbling on his own taco, not quite inhaling it like a kid could.]

They got books too.

[A library no less.]

He ask for personal pointers?

[That whole not having to be there thing, that's a nice inclusion. The old man isn't forgetting that Freddy and Steve shared a kiss not too soon after meeting. Is this some sort of a continuation of that sorta connection? One taco down, he'll go for another.]

You can't stain a video.

[Heh heh heh.] A couple. [He'll keep Steve's status as a virgin to himself at least.] I told him to keep condoms around even if they ain't thinkin' of fucking outside of the barracks, you know?

He knows it's not a gift to keep right? Cuz who knows. He could try.

[No third wheel? Well. That much is great to hear. The first time he wasn't sure if that was the reason why the did invite the kid on over. A good friend and all, for some people that'd be what they're looking for when fucking around. Someone they can trust.

Larry pours himself more coke. Oh Freddy too.]

For a moment I thought the whole reveal meant he was offering a slice of action.

Give me a break that was the first thing I made pretty fuckin' clear, my movies come back to me intact. [First taco finished. Oh great he washes it down with coke--fhhahsytklfaw. Cough cough cough. Thank Christ coke doesn't get all over the place.]

What. No. No way. Steve fucking Rogers? That's a motherfuckin' cold day in hell. [Oh shit, explain yourself, Newendyke.] And I'm not sayin' that just cause I jerked off to the guy when I was like fourteen.

[Napkins are there just in case. Really though the reaction wasn't one that he was expecting. Freddy's got a paw patting his back some. Don't want the fella to choke.]

Why you sayin' it?

[Because it sounds as though he'd want it. Even if they've got that whole detail about friends. The gears between Larry's ears are a-turning. He has been sitting and tryign to keep a clear head. Where is this all going?]

[Oof. Thanks, man. He's dabbing his mouth with the napkins, soothed moreso by that big old mitt on his back.]

Because he's fucking Captain America. He's Marvel's big blue boyscout. [That's Superman, Dimmy, but even if Larry doesn't get the nickname he ought to know the connotation of a boyscout.] They don't do that kind of thing...

[Not like you, Newendyke.]

Hey. I was just asking.

[He'll dish you out another taco for that answer.]

I didn't know what to expect. I mean, didn't see it coming from that guy.

[Or Freddy. It was a hope. Shit, even in himself he wasn't sure if that was a real thing or a deviance for the longest of time. What's one more personal crime to sit with the others?]

That kind of thing though-? You mean fucking more than one person?

[They've talked about it before so why is it something to taper off on? Something else is sitting in the room here.]

Yeah....that...

[Oh hell he had more to say on that but the way the old bear is snuffling around the elephant this fox just wants to crawl into a hole and hide. Suck it up, Newendyke, grow some balls.]

D'you think it's weird?

[Okay not quite what he had in mind to begin with but it's a start.]

Group sex or uh I guess it could be swinging. I don't know anybody who uses that word anymore.

[Except for old time swingers. Snuff, snuff, snuffling as he goes.]

Weird like how? It's fucking for one thing.

My whole age group knows the word but swapping's a little more 'in'.

[He's teasing you, Lawrence Dimick. It's one tiny drop of Freddy humor in a bucket of Freddy...something or other.]

I mean what do you really think about it? Can you take it or leave it?

[The kid won't dare say something like does it bother the old man because that would assume he's been indulging Freddy and hating it the whole time. He thinks Larry would speak up much sooner than that.]

Swapping.

[Thin lips form the word to try it on for size. Another sip of his coked up booze.]

What's there to think about? I like it now and then, not all the time. Kinda gets a thrill on in there.

[Where is this going? Brown eyes are looking on at the man beside him as he props an elbow on the counter.]

...That's all? You don't think it's...

[Aw hell look at those brown eyes and the way they're eyeballing him with all that warmth and patience.]

Well I'm no boyscout...

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