whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[The younger is something of an assumption. This is the City. It seems as though everyone in this damn place is younger than him. Could Elijah, the stranger, be fifty years or older?]

Oh shit. Oh shit.

[Finally the old man cums on the tail end of Elijah's orgasm. Damn does it help that he's practically white hot under him, tense and tight in the best sort of way. All he can do is hold on to stay standing in the sloshing water as he milks every drop he's got into the condom.

Panting and moaning he silently congratulates himself for living a long standing myth of the lifestyle while it's still daylight and in a place that speaks mostly English. If he had a bingo card he'd be drawing closer to black out. Freddy and Elijah have to play catch up.]

[Now is not the time to bring up those shows down in Mexico and Jamaica, Dimmy.

Freddy doesn't let go of Elijah until it seems the guy's unloaded every last drop, right into the water. Not sanitary, is it? Oh well, neither's fucking in it. Anyway the sanitation issue doesn't occur to him because Orange is the kind of guy who follows the 5 second rule about food on the floor. He's also the kind of guy who can't even let sex get in the way of him noticing how the markings on Elijah's back seem to be pulsing. It's like a fucking arc reactor but without the bright LED blue oh and also less Blade Runner more Legend. He's not going to say anything though, he's met guys with a glowing countdown on the arm after all.]

Come in his ass.

[Freddy breathes, hands off Elijah and flat on the ground now. Whew. Just watching the two of them rut like fucking animals is an excellent chaser. A true testament of that 'lifestyle'. When it seems like White's finally filled up that condom Orange leans forward again to kiss him. It takes a tilt, putting Elijah a little past his own bullet-scarred side. Just the slightest brush of his fingertips along the edges of the Grimoire threatens to pick his erection right back up. But Freddy figures that feeling's due to kissing Larry.]

[Even that slight brush is enough to make Elijah automatically tense right back up, tenser than he was when he came just a few moments ago, and he instinctively starts to jerk away from the both of them, hands grabbing for the pool's edge again. But, brief as the contact is, it doesn't take long at all for the afterglow from his climax to settle back in and take over, and he finds himself nearly sinking into the water.]

Jesus. [After being fucked at both ends like that, it's really all he can say.]

[Kisses like that make his heart beat like a drum and inspire all sorts of want for Carpenters tunes. Not now. Ahem. And not with the way his tongue moves.

Fucking hell if he's gonna pull off like that. Shit. Larry sorta stumbles into Freddy. He's in the process of removing his condom so it might be a little messy. He ties it off like a gent and is left with no other choice but to put it near their things. Not that near. There. That done he really doesn't give another thought to any pulsing heat or mark of anything. He figures it's remorse or shock. One of the two.

Not his problem. Not really.]

Jesus? Not likely, what do I know.

[Larry scoops a paw full of water and rinses his chest and neck. Elijah might be something of a mess too. Whoops. Now that there's no more meat to this sandwich he can be right at Freddy's side.]

[Hey hey calm down, guy. Remorse or shock or something else the last thing Freddy wants is for Elijah to seriously freak the fuck out and make accusations. Thank God he doesn't appear to do that. If the man needs a breather and some personal space again so be it. Orange'll sit right here with White.]

I gotcha.

[He says for the catch as if Lawrence Dimick was really in any danger of falling. As for the religious remark...] Close enough.

[Freddy gestures for Larry to use those paws and rinse him off too while his green eyes focus on over at Elijah again. Is his cum still on the guy's face? Worth a fucking picture, that.] Don't drown, man.

[Not quite, as he takes the opportunity to rinse off his face while he has a free hand. When he turns to lean back against the pool edge though, grimoire facing away from the others once more, it's evident that he missed a spot in his hair.]

Ain't plannin' on it. [He lets himself fully relax now, sliding a bit deeper into the water. The other two seem a bit closer now than he'd expect, but he doesn't think too much of it. They did come in together, after all; if their hook-up started outside of this place, it'd probably end there as well.]

[See? He is okay. Good. Even better than good if it means that this won't be on anyone's conscious.

This would be the part where they now pretend not to know each other anymore. Larry gives the man a nod. He's not about to tell him where Elijah can and can't be in a public bath. That small stretch of time he'd spent dominating is over. Big hands are now on Freddy. They're his to begin with.]

I'd pity the fella that would have to come around and fish you out.

[Something about being pawed the way he is keeps the color in his cheeks. Already the kid's planning what's next but that's for a more private affair. In the meantime, he gestures to a spot on himself that reflects the same area on Elijah. You missed a spot, dude, he says without speaking any words on the matter.]

Get your stuff.

[Our stuff, really, he says to White as he moves to step out of the water and onto solid ground completely. The way his flaccid cock moves is no thing in front of these two now.]

As would I.

[He glances over to Orange in time to catch the gesture, and he mutters a curse under his breath before ducking his head under the water to get the rest of the mess out of his hair. Beyond that, though, he isn't going to engage with the two of them again, at least not any further than watching Orange as he gets out of the water.]

But I ain't no madman.

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