But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

I think you know how to make the subject come alive.

[Haha. This close now he can plant kisses all over that mug. There's enough nose to get three of them.]

You taught me about patience.

[To really have some.]

[orangetoughguy]

[He tilts his head up to better feel those kisses to his roman nose--wait.]

Hah hah hah. Real funny.

[Although he understands what Larry means he can't help but draw attention to the implication that Freddy is a real test of patience, fff.]

[whitetwoguns]

Hey. Heeey.

[Both dirty paws carefully frame his face so that roman nose is tip to tip with his own.]

You know what I'm talking about, babe.

[They can joke and feel better but that whole stretch of time shouldn't be forgotten. Lessons learned.]

I gotta have that. You deserve it.

[orangetoughguy]

[Nose to nose almost makes these caramel green eyes go crossed. His brow furrows just a little not because he doesn't understand but because he doesn't feel it needs to be said, repeated, like someone having to show his trespass on another. Freddy forgives the guy and in other ways he's sorry himself, they'll work on it together.]

I know.

[He nods again, slow and steady, then leans in to press his mouth to Larry's.]

[whitetwoguns]

[A kiss to breath the cross-eyed business. His own lightly shut as he lets his tongue transfer any residue that might need sharing. Deeper and deeper now. There's a slow descending weariness that's falling on into his body. Something a good fucking and a relieved weight can give a person.]

I love you.

[For his ears now, not the neighbors.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Freckled hands come up to frame his face while his shorter legs twist in and around Larry's longer thicker ones. He presses a kiss to his mouth, to his chin, to his jaw, back to his mouth.]

I love you, Lawrence Dimick.

[It's neither a romantic declaration nor a desperate plea for affection; it's stated as sure undeniable fact.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Simple. Right. No shred of doubt at all in his head.]

Wanna start movin' tomorrow?

[Because there's no way he's gonna want to move for quite some time unless it's to get a cigarette. All the touches of his mouth make him want to tattoo his name on his skin.]

I can't wait to have you back home, Freddy.

[To make that posh glass filled birdcage in the sky a home again.]

[orangetoughguy]

Okay. [He nods again, nosing brushing against Larry's cheek.] Let's do it tomorrow.

[Glass or not it is home to him, more 'home' than any other place he's felt in a while. Then again the location itself doesn't matter as much, as long as he's with this man.]