whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

A hint.

[He fakes a sigh like it's a chore. It's so fun to take the kid by surprise. Even more so when it is getting him to do something he may not do on his own. Larry should keep in mind what goes around, comes around.]

It's relaxing.

[That's a big hint. Maybe one that'll zoom on over that brown blonde head. The old man crosses his arms, not intending to look away. Even though it's nothing he ain't seen before it is always a treat.]

What kind of relaxing? Staring at a painting of a meadow relaxing or a huge bag of weed relaxing?

[Now his pants are coming off, leaving the kid in just his briefs. He points at his crotch, right at the bulge.] Do these have to go too?

[Yeah he knows that old man is drinking it in.]

A huge bag of weed kinda relaxing.

[Freddy Newendyke, you know the old man too well. Brown eyes go right there and he looks thoughtfully as though he's gotta consider his answer. No, not really. Just thinking about what he likes to do with the context.]

If you want. I'm free balling, myself.

[Take em off, kid.]

[Well there you go, Newendyke. Now the question is can Freddy take them off without getting hard? Stop thinking about those big bad heavy free balls under the other man's robe. Stop. Freddy peels his briefs off and folds them on top of the rest of his stuff in the locker. Yeah he's doing this in the buff just to keep himself naked and on display for Lawrence Dimick a little longer. Okay now he shrugs the robe on his shoulders.]

What's next?

[Watching, watching, watching. That's a good form right there. Strong freckled thighs with sparse hair, he knows the texture. Those thighs frame his balls and flaccid cock that he is quite acquainted with. Oh. Did he say something? Yeah.]

This way, baby. Don't forget your house shoes.

[Or slippers. Whatever you wanna call em.]

[Hehehe.

Freddy's well acquainted with the thick hard form under the other robe too, he'd never get tired of that taste. Too bad he's gotta be wrapped up. The relaxation better be worth it if they have to spend near quarters naked, so close yet so far. Slippers on, the kid pads out to join the old man's side.]

Do they serve drinks here? Fruity coconut shit? [His language might betray the aura of class Mr. White knows how to radiate.]

[Should all else fail, the old man will happily handle Freddy's happy ending. Oh yes. Even if it does go well he is in the mood. For the remark the old
man snorts.]

Yeah but why would you want one of those?

[Because they are delicious. Duh. They pass into a hallway with plenty of comfy chairs and...a bar. Professor X skills for Freddy.]

Go get your drink.

[Isn't that what you do at a dive like this? Sip from a coconut? Chew on a slice of pineapple? The kid thinks so. Secretly he just needs an excuse to drink that stuff because God help him if he's caught enjoying something fruity explicitly for the fruitiness. Fast forward to the actual massage portion of this trip and he's already on his second sweet drink. It's sitting on a nearby table ready to be grabbed at anytime. For the moment though he's laid flat out on his stomach getting freckled muscles kneaded.]

I gotta hand it to you this was a good idea.

[Strong man hands working all the stress of a goddamn puppet and crazy crocodiles away.]

[Success! Dimick would gloat but that takes so much energy. And right now he is soaking in all the good feelings. This lady may not look like one but she has the hands of a healing goddess. It is doing miracles on his back. His own drink is gathering precipitation.]

I kinda know what I'm talkin' about now and then when I say it's something you gotta try.

[Fruity drinks, special oils and lotions really make a special cocktail on their own.]

That guy treating you okay?

[What was his name? Pasquale? Picasso? Oh wait. That was the fella at the information desk. Oh well. Anyway he came highly recommended.]

A little lower there, sweetheart. Oh. You got that.

I didn't doubt you, man. [He calls over to Lawrence Dimick's side.] He ain't bad.

[Freddy adds after a moment, for Larry and Pierre's benefit. Pierre is Picasso's cousin or something like that. It's a business they keep in the family, just easier that way. Hey hey what's Paula doing over there? He quirks a brow, hearing the way Larry talk. It's not any different from earlier remarks over the lady's paws...but it still does something to him. Something he can't resolve until they're alone, ahem, as this isn't exactly a happy ending establishment.]

What's after this?

[A dip in a warm spring? He might just fall asleep in the water. Maybe that's how it works though, the longer they stay in the springs the more money this place makes.]

[Pierre as though to prove he's better than that keeps up his diligent work. His hands have trained under Paula, Poppa and Petra so he must do his family proud!]

After? [All calm and really limbered up especially knowing that Freddy is nude under another man's hands and he can't see--it ain't hard to guess what'll happen next.]

A hot bath or shower is what they recommend.

[Meaning that they can absolutely leave and go somewhere to make the place hot and heavy with something more than mineral bath steam.]

I got no argument against those recommendations.

[Freddy insists, oblivious to the gears turning in the old man's head with regards to his nude form being worked over by a set of paws that ain't his. Hey didn't they have a conversation about this already? Or is it the sheer fact that this is not a sordid situation that makes Larry want to dirty it up? Hmmmmm.]

You know we got us a shower at home.

[And absolute free reign of what they can do in that space. Surely that's a notion that the kid can pick up on. The old man wants to see those paws work freckled skin to make him make those noises. Unbelievable that he's not getting fucked.

That's gotta be remedied.]

[Too bad it can't be remedied here, Lawrence Dimick, it's a classy establishment. What he's got in mind has no place in this place, that's why they have to go to some other place. Like that place. That place with a wider spread of various pools and foliage for cover. That place that happens to have one particular acquaintance soaking it up all by himself in a corner where it's unlikely he'd get bothered. That's exactly why the kid chooses the area to pull the old man with him into the water's edge.]

C'mere.

[Freddy grabs Larry by the face and pulls him into a kiss. From his lack of a towel either Orange has no idea they're not alone or Orange has no shame.]

[Well.

Elijah starts to move as soon as he senses the others approaching, all to keep his back turned away from them as much as possible, but seeing just what they're getting into brings him to a full stop. He recognizes Orange easily enough, more of the young man than he's ever seen, but he isn't quite sure whether that makes it more or less shocking.

He isn't quite sure whether or not he should say anything, either, or if he should make a move to leave. He just watches them for a moment, honestly surprised into silence.]

[The old man figures that there's enough pool to go around. If someone don't like it that much then they can find another place to slink of into. Heh. That's even before he really sees the other man. Paying attention to surroundings while Mr. Orange is in the buff wanting to suck face is hard, okay?]

I know what you want.

[His voice is low but audible. These words are for Freddy. His hands pull on his bare ass to pull him on closer.]

Wha' do ah wan'?

[Spoken around his mouth and such while his hands rub up and down Larry's broad sides. All this pawing means they certainly have no plans to stay still or even in one place. That's how he finally notices the silhouette of a man just over yonder. Not only does Freddy notice it, he recognizes it. The heat of the moment (actually that could be the water too) makes it hard for him to want to pause in the middle of it all. But for a second though, maybe there's direct eye contact with Elijah.]

[Oh, shit.

He didn't miss that eye contact for a second, and now he knows he has to do something. Something minor, at least, no matter how much the sight is causing certain parts of him to stir.]

Uh... Ahem. [Hopefully that will get their attention.]

Fuck.

[That's his answer and a correct response for the contact of their bodies. He's a little wrapped up to see direct eye contact but he does get a feel for distraction. Another voice in the vicinity confirms it.

Whoops. Larry doesn't disengage. He's too fucking comfortable to pull away completely, besides he had to keep his hands off the whole damn time at the other joint. A half a turn and he's looking Elijah in the face.]

Hey, pal. How's it goin'?

[The kind of man that Lawrence Dimick is, he's ready for confrontation.]

Hi.

[That's what he says to Elijah because the guy is still there and hasn't moved himself and if he hasn't moved himself by now and isn't gagging well. Clearly they've got something in common. Of course only a couple years ago in Elijah's place Freddy would have scrammed...to beat off sad and alone.]

Sorry uh...

[It seems like the most polite thing to say without specifying what anyone ought to be sorry about. Likewise his body is still tangled up with White's and because of it Orange can't help grinding against him. It's not enough to harsh his erection.]

Hey. [He nods to them, even though his brow is still raised. It's only polite, after all.] Goin' just fine.

[He swallows after that, shifting a bit, having forgotten about keeping the black marks on his back out of sight for the moment.]

And so are you, by the look of things.

Fine's a start.

[Fucking great would be his choice of words. This sort of a scenario lacking hash accusations from the get go has him grinning from ear to ear. It has a lot to do with grinding down south.]

You know how it is.

[His mouth dips to Freddy's shoulder to press his lips then take a nip. Brown eyes are on Elijah with as much caution as curiosity. Is he a fella that likes a show?]

Yeah...

[It's probably some kind of massive weird tribal back piece tattoo, not that Orange is really paying attention. He's got his own scars, a bullet mark to the stomach and another to his shoulder, though if he knew what really covered Elijah's back his own wounds would pale by comparison. Mr. White's got his own markings too, marks Freddy paws over with the ease of a man who's mapped out his body.]

You like to watch?

[He asks, no judgment here, just curious because they're all still in the water, no distance gained, no proximity achieved. Yet. He found Elijah Morgan attractive from the get go but his tastes didn't occur to Freddy until now. In any case he runs his fingertips through Larry's hair, encouraging the guy to mouth him.]

[Elijah only swallows again, feeling another stir. If he hadn't already been so settled in then he might have been well inclined to leave by now, but as things are...]

I don't mind it.

[Ballsy Freddy Newendyke. Questions like that poised to a man looking the way Elijah does makes him hard now. Not a bad sight to see on their end either with his meat and potatoes frame marked up with what he assumes to be a tattoo. Mr. White has his fair share of scars and ink. They're so much a part of him he doesn't think to judge strongly on those of others...merely taste. Tribal is not for him.]

If you change your mind... you gotta wrap up.

[And he's not talking about leaving. Larry grinds on back with Freddy. He's biting on him again.]

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