whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[No stories to tell? The old man is unsure if that is a rock that needs to be turned. Any good cop was there. It was a day in the life.]

Maybe not so nosy.

[Those eyes looking up at him. They're not so green when he's not squealing in pain or pleasure. He really does love those eyes.]

Sure. I feel sorta bad keeping the nudes there.

[That remark gets a quirk of his brow. Really, Lawrence Dimick? Well of course, he took the nudes himself after all. The idea amuses Freddy Newendyke.]

Okay. It's all yours.

[There's a story to tell, maybe, but how is it any different from what others experienced? What can he say that won't directly conflict with Larry's experience or anyone else's? It was a lot of Us vs. Them he recalls, not the shiniest moment in anyone's history. Still though he has a reason for wanting Larry to have the picture, a reminder because the kid doesn't wear a badge in this world.]

I wasn't there but I sure heard things. I seen news coverage.

[From those crazy reporters. Sounded like everybody went crazy. The old man gently tucks the picture into his shirt pocket close to his heart.]

It was fucking hard on your end.

[That is not a question. It is a statement. Larry does not like cops or the system however he can't deny that it is what Freddy is devoted to like he is devoted to the old man. He bites back on any sort of an opinion. He wasn't there in Los Angeles, just Baja. The grapevine ain't that long.]

You don't have to say anything.

[Freddy shakes his head against Larry's thigh. If the old man had been hoping a cop would get smacked by a bottle or something then that's that, can't change his nature. The kid would be lying if he said he hadn't wished violence on anyone, no matter how trivial like a rack of shoes collapsing on looters trying to clean out a store. It is what it is.]

After all that I still stayed a cop.

[That's the important part to him. In a way it made him want to keep being one.]

Y'sure did.

[Even now. That part cannot be taken out of the kid. It's like a limb.]

You'll always be one.

[Here together he can say that out loud. As much as it may be stating the obvious, it is a point of growth in them both.]

D'you ever want to be one here? ...like if Blonde left or somethin'.

[It pleases Freddy in a subtle yet very important way that Larry can say such words to him. His question deserves some honest thought. Does he want to be one here? Yes. Can he be one here? With or without Blonde around? He's not too sure.]

I want to sometimes, yeah. The department's a little small, the one here, and they don't got a lot of resources or leadership. It ain't ideal.

[Small enough to be overextended, the old man can see that. It sure wouldn't be advantageous to get swept up against some gang warfare. That wouldn't be good at fucking all. Thick fingers keep on combing.]

Bunches of things here aren't ideal.

[Thinking back the old man remembers how happy Freddy was to patrol an overgrown sandbox with heavy artillery. Guarddogging isn't the same. Best let it alone.]

...you didn't get hurt then, did you?

Some are.

[He argues without sharing any specifics because really what does he have to share? He's resting in the lap of a man he cares about a whole fucking lot on the grass by a lake doing nothing but talking. It's ideal.]

Naw. I didn't get hurt. Nothing nobody else was already watching out for you know? Rocks, cans, smoke. [Freddy tilts his head back up to look at Larry.] How was Baja?

We do pretty good finding all these exceptions.

[Smile there for the truth. This is very ideal. Better than going home which is better than going home alone. So much better.]

The days were hot, the nights were cool. Helped lift a store.

[We're being honest here. He hopes it's not going to be a problem. While Freddy will always be a cop, the old man isn't going to stop being a crook. It's wormed right on into him. There's no place but here where a guy can make a decent living with the sort of background he got unless it is flipping burgers.]

I guess we got lucky.

[He returns the smile with equal energy, appreciating the company and his honesty. No it's not going to be a problem, this was all in the past anyway. The fact that Larry can make a decent living here and only here is just another reason to fear having to go back, but that fear is neither here nor there. Freddy's not thinking about it.]

How were the tacos?

When you got rabbit's feet, what else can happen?

[Besides get shot. Old shit still means something. No lie Larry feels himself about to burst at the seams knowing that they're that okay to talk shit out. A month ago things weren't so sweet. It's a damn marvel.]

Are you trying to get me hungry? They were delicioso.

You eat anything all day?

[Because obviously whetting the old man's appetite can precede going out for tacos. Maybe the ladies at their usual haunt miss them.]

Well...I did. Except thinking on those tacos, man.

[He smirks guiltily.]

You know how I feel about those.

[Freddy knows how he feels period. That's a mighty fine thing to know. Those ladies must be missing them and their tips.]

[Oof Freddy's turning in that lap to face belly down now, arms all over his thighs to prop himself up.]

I sure do. Sometimes I can taste it.

[On his mouth. Heh heh heh. Nothing to be ashamed of there, it's rather endearing but only because Freddy Newendyke is the exact same way.]

Last I checked you liked what you taste.

[Larry leans in like he means to demonstrate but then shrugs. Freddy is wise. He's playing bear games to get his pic-a-nic basket.]

Sure do. Can't get enough of it.

[His mouth purses as the old man leans in--heeeeey. A single caramel green eye narrows at Lawrence Dimick.]

Always making it worth my while...

[Almost always. Ever so slowly this Orange is putting more of his mass into White's lap.]

Always, huh?

[Rather than threading on into his hair, he has to use his hands to invite the man to settle in. Words like that lure him.]

That why you brought me here?

[No. It was to spend time. Talk in private while presenting him with an important photograph. Thin lips press to Freddy's first once then again.]

[Oof. Real nice and comfy now.] Not initially.

[That's the truth. He brought Larry over to this place because it's nice, it's a cool place to share, it's great company, and to give him the photograph where no one else would see. Anything else just comes around as a secondary perk. Perks maybe he just can't refuse either.]

But nice if it comes up.

[No innuendo there, Mr. White. Orange purses his lips to meet each kiss.]

I better think of something to give you. Not too fair that all the photos you got are on your phone.

[And are, much like Dimick's, in a state of nudity. They are just that comfortable with one another. Freddy in his lap with the bike nearby could make a good picture.]

If it? [Another peck, they keep rolling one after the other. Larry sighs and slowly starts to slip his tongue out to run on the seam of Freddy's lips.]

I like it that way. Better than carrying a magazine or something into the john.

[Oh yeah. Freddy Newendyke went there. Heh heh heh. Now he's getting his arms into it, draping them up and around Larry's neck to bring their mouths closer together, pressed to each other. Letting his tongue probe deeper.]

[Always more fun in the deep end. Words take a back seat as they act as though they should be in one.]

You have an imagination. I don't think that's the same. Pictures sorta bring together more.

[Something they both can agree on.]

Except you only got two hands.

[Going solo at least. Larry decides that it's too soon to stop making out. Paws start up to Freddy's fly without asking. Does he even need to? The subject matter alone. This is them, intimate and honest.]

Pictures? Man I got video on that thing.

[He reminds Mr. White who happens to star in some of those special films. Who knew technology could be so grand that Freddy carries his own home made porn in his pocket. No one's ever asked to look at his phone, it seems safe.]

I can prop it up on the sink, don't gotta get it dirty.

[The kid talks like he's discussing how to arrange a picture frame. He doesn't protest those paws at his fly either just like how he suspects the old man won't protest these freckled hands working his tie off.]

[Oh he remembers that video.]

Is it good enough though to keep on watching? Huh?

[They don't fuck poorly on average. He does wonder about their cinematic prowess. It's one thing to live it, it's another to watch as a spectator and an even more separate thing to see how it was captured on film. To be honest it really does bring a gleam to his eye to know that the kid watches and uses special films.]

At home maybe. What about at work? Or in the shower?

[Not a word to stop that tie from slipping loose. Larry spits in his palm.]

[First his tie let loose, now the kid's undoing his shirt buttons, one by one. Slow and fucking deliberate. There's a gleam in his eye too, especially when Larry spits into his hand.]

It's like an appetizer you know, until I can get the real thing with the man himself. [That man is you, Mr. White, in case it's not obvious.]

[By the water the air is a little cool. Nothing body heat won't fix.]

Ah.

[Slow and oh so comfortable wrap around his cock. Larry takes a casual glance around. There's enough brush to obscure them but if anyone comes across the water they may be putting on a show.]

So. You got the real thing. Right here.

[Again.]

But I ain't no madman.

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