whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Are my hands too cold?

[Even though they're right up Freddy's shirt. The dune is big enough to hide them from sight of the beach patrol that's just cruising like they're supposed to. The sun is down and the stars are out which means things are hot and heavy.]

Should I take em off?

[Assaulting that mouth happily. They're so in sync their noses hardly bump.]

Maybe. [Kiss.] Guess you're gonna...have to [Kiss.] rub'em on me. Warm'em up.

[Freddy suggests just as his own freckled hands are roaming over Lawrence Dimick. First up his thick firm arms, then down to his pants where his fingers dip below the waist. This was a good idea, Mr. White.]

Fuck, baby there's much more I wanna rub.

[Teeth are now making a desert out of his neck. Evidence to show that Orange and White are back and better than ever. Freddy's fingers find something solid to grab a hold on.]

I think it's been too long since you got fucked into the sand.

[Yep. That's where this is going after a very expensive dinner. Midnight is only a few heavy breaths away.]

There's a whole lot more I want you to rub.

[He confirms with a grind up and a rub of his own, right between those thighs to feel the length of his solid piece.]

Remind tough guy. How's it gonna go?

[Now his own knees are splaying wide, tempting Larry to do his worst, make him really feel it. Tick tick tick. Tock. The tide's come in and the sound of the water washing over is a soothing background noise. Pat pat pat. Splash. That's different but Freddy's not really paying attention. Yet.]

[Pat. Splash. Slosh. Weird but...not worth paying too much mind. Big Dimick fingers are loosening Freddy's belt and going for the button and fly.]

It's gonna go with my hard cock up your ass and your legs on my shoulders.

[After some more fucking with clothes. A faint sort of a dragging noise starts up. It's coming on closer.]

You gonna fuck me and fold me in half, huh?

[Oh shit he's hard now, real hard and fucking ready to let Larry have his ass however he wants it. Except--'huuuurrrhhhhsshhhhh'. The kid freezes.]

.....

[There is something low to the ground just like they are but a lot longer with a whole lot more teeth. Right within snout's reach.]

You bet your swe---

[That noise. Larry stiffens and not in the pleasant way. He starts and takes a grip on Freddy to haul him up even though he's not exactly got a solid footing.]

Get up. Get up.

[Teeth. Tail. Yikes. No.]

Holy shit it's a fucking gator!

[Freddy tries not to yell out but. Well. It's a goddamn saltwater crocodile actually but at the moment it's just sitting there looking at them with its mouth partially open emitting that bizarre whirring and hissing sound. Up the kid goes with the old man to scramble farther away. Think a croc can't run do they?]

[Man, running on sand is the pits! Getting here Larry didn't realize how much sand was between them as the asphalt...and the car.]

Who cares what it is. Keep moving.

[Out of harm's way and into safety. If this is an escaped animal they shouldn't be there for a police report.

SNAP. Goes the jaws to show what he can do. And....feeling like this is a marathon, the kind crocogater follows.]

I'm movin' I'm movin'!

[Oh shit the gator's mad now oh shit oh shit--oh fuck.]

Larry there's two.

[Freddy literally almost squeals as a second crocodile looms out over a dune, right in their path towards freedom. Hiss and grrr! He pulls at the old man to go rightward. Look a big fucking tree. Crocs can't climb. Can this old bear?]

[Larry manages to get one hand gun on out. Except with hardly a moment to quit moving he hasn't set his sights to fire.]

Are you fucking kidding me?

[Now that he sees the second. Whipped this way and that he is going for the tree now because that's all that they've got.]

Up.

[Hopefully. The lowest branch is within enough reach. How long has it been since he's done a clean curl up? Well, fear sure does make a man capable.]

Shit-- is that an emu?

[No. No Larry. That's not an emu.]

I'm not kidding!

[Freddy's curl and pull up is swift. He hasn't climbed this hard since scaling at the academy but it's like riding a bike. Once your hands are on the branches everything comes second nature. Look he'll even help Larry get up and on, however he can.]

You know what an emu is?

[No personal offense meant, Lawrence Dimick, it's just a pleasant surprise in the midst of chaos.]

[These are not the kinds of strained grunts and groans he was hoping to make right now. Just as he finally pulls the majority of his weight up onto the branch he can feel snapping at his heels. Holy fuck.]

Higher. Quick.

[In case they try to do the same. Can gators climb trees? It's enough they're on land.]

It's a--it's a big fucking bird. Smaller than an ostrich. [Huff puff.]

Have you ever seen a blue emu?

[Huff huff puff. Higher now. Higher and on a much sturdier branch. Freddy's sidling close to Larry, almost in his lap.]

Jesus where the fuck did they come from?

I've only ever seen one. It was a picture.

[Small useless facts right now. Fuck don't look down. Larry happily takes a good hold on Freddy.]

Beats the fuck outta me. I think we would have noticed if they'd have been there while we were walking around.

[Verbal foreplay and all. Huff. He's taking out a handkerchief to wipe his face and holstering his gun for now.]

You think they can smell horny?

[Freddy proposes like it might be a genuine suggestion. He's clinging like a damn koala, though so far Larry's the only bear in the tree. Oh god are the crocodiles actually settling in around the tree for the night? Fuck that. And fuck the bird who keeps prowling the perimeter.]

They're working together, man. They're fucking working together.

Fuck. I dunno. Could be.

[Unsettling notion as it may be. They were getting hot and heavy then boom wild animals attack. Larry passes his handkerchief to Freddy in case he wants to clean up some.]

We gotta just wait.

[Because it looks like they're not budging. He shakes his head.]

Damn.

[Can they even fuck in a tree? Spoiled moment times a million.]

[What is he supposed to do with a handkerchief? Throw it at the crocs? Lucky for Larry Freddy does no such thing, he just holds onto the piece of cloth.]

This is fucking ridiculous.

[Oh he should probably button his shirt and pants back up. The kid got dressed in nicer clothes for dinner too. At least they're well fed, unlike the animals.]

[What? Gosh kid. Does the old bear teach u anything? It is to wipe the sweat and sand off of your skin. Sheesh. Grooming might be the only comfort.]

They're bound to get bored.

[Here, he will demonstrate while Freddy quits letting it all hang out. Now he will try and look decent.]

....or we can shoot em.

You think bullets work on dinosaurs?

[Freddy asks while getting cleaned up, made decent, it's like the most natural thing in the world.]

I dunno. They bleed don't they?

[Okay so preening is an excuse for touching. Not that they need those anymore. Larry folds up his handkerchief even though it is looking far more rough for the wear along with the rest of them. Clothing is oh so disposable though.]

Let's wait some. If I miss it might rile em even more.

[Sigh. He looks down at the critters far below.]

...this wasn't what I was thinking when I said it could be a wild night.

I don't wanna shoot something that ain't goin' after somebody.

[Who's going to counsel him over it if it dies a slow sad death? The LAPD psychologist isn't on hand. Sigh. Another look down and he shakes his head at the old man.]

Gators and big fuckin' birds are a little too kinky for me, sorry.

[That's a joke for you, Larry Dimick.]

Hey. You were there, they went after us!

[And were saved by a tree. Lucky bastards they are. Truly though the old man would hold no bones for killing an animal that tried to do em in, especially if it tried first. What are gators or killer birds? The bird he could maybe understand. A killer bird of their own had more tact.]

The gorilla is late. Sue me.

Hah hah hah.

[Freddy 'laughs' then gives Larry's side a little push. Actually that was plenty funny, smart ribbing at their expense. The kid appreciates it.]

So.What should we do?

[The old man is really laughing until that push. It was kind of unexpected. Watch him grip on the tree for dear life for a moment. That was unpleasant. Okay, he's good now.]

Wait. Talk.

[Smoke. He's going for a Chesterfield because it looks as though they're going to be here awhile.]

Michigan state has a mascot that's an eagle even though their initials are EMU.

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