whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Yeah. Get me a beer. And a cigarette.

[He waves from his spot on the couch, no pillow to soften his seat which isn't really hurting that much anyway, it's just a feeling of discomfort. He's reminded of that one incident after new year's; it was just too big and too soon. Snort. The injury on his side is still tender but almost completely faded. That Dr. McCoy really knows his stuff. Sure won't stop Freddy from using it as another excuse to grouch around make Larry do everything for him.]

[Two beers, one in each hand and he's got a carton under his arm. To the couch he goes.]

You're gonna have to scoot.

[If they're gonna share the couch like usual. With someone stretched over someone else. He sets the beer down first. Then the cigarettes. Without being prompted, he's uncapping the Corona.]

After awhile if you're still feeling sore, I can get you something to take.

[After the effects of the booze wear off some. No need to guess why he's feeling like it's New Years. Freddy was a virgin all over again. Larry got another chance to wreck it.

And he loved it.]

Bottoms up.

[Said with a smile as he hands over the cool bottle.]

Hah hah hah.

[Freddy says without a hint of masking his sarcasm. But look he'll do you one good and scoot enough to make room, Lawrence Dimick. Yes, he thinks 'bottoms up' is a pun. But Freddy will sip his beer kindly first then light up a cigarette before he talks again.]

How come you always end up fucking me when I'm a teenager.

[Not completely true, he did fuck a younger sweeter bear cub once...but it's different because even back then Larry was already bigger than him.]

[Plop goes the bear to sit as he takes a first sip. Jesus Freddy. Are you gonna try and make him snort it?]

How come when you're a teenager you wanna hop on my dick so much?

[They both know that's not all quite the story. Larry takes another sip.]

Guess you could say this confirms you're hard to say no to. I mean, c'mon. Looking all at a man with eyes like yours being all friendly.

...

[Wh-wh-what? That remark makes him blush outright. It's not the soft shy boyish blush of a teenager but the blush of a full grown man who's been broadsided by a man's wit and charisma, a man he happens to like very much. A man whose dick is always tempting him to hop on it.]

You're a terrible influence.

[Freddy concludes with a hint of genuine affection.]

Yeah. I know.

[That smile of victory is also one of guilt.]

I didn't know anybody quite so willing to let me get up on em like that so fast. Not until after...uh...maybe during Maggie.

[Knowing what he knows about the old man's past he can say names like that and that's the extent of a jump on into the past without having to rehash all the gory details. He takes another sip and leans on into the cushions. Look how he settles there, just begging to be a pillow too.]

Think it would have been farther after. I still didn't know all that much.

[Freddy was eager to learn though.]

[Make yourself look like an available pillow and Freddy here will take the opportunity to put you to use, Lawrence Dimick. Oof. He gets comfortable against the old man, smoke in one hand, beer in the other. It's quite picturesque.]

I didn't know anybody willing to take me on like that.

[He adds with a shake of his head. Merely mentioning Maggie gives the kid some understanding. He's listened to all of Larry's stories despite whatever distracted manner he might have displayed. He listens to those stories because a good lot of them are part of him and if anything entertaining. You're not off the hook yet though, Dimmy.]

Yeah yeah, any way you put it still comes down to you cracking my ass open.

[Freddy's not mad at Larry though, not really, it's just as if the City itself is blatantly ignoring the ability in him to be a tough experienced initiating sort of guy too. It's also a lot easier to think about than to think about what happened before this highschool mess.]

I didn't do it without an invite.

[Arms move first to let him on into his comfortable position. There we go. Now that he's in place, they go right on back. Extra gentle on the side.

Blonde did a number on them. Laying in wait. Fucking snake in the grass. He would very much like to talk about them in their younger form than Blonde. Fuck him.]

I wanted to suck you down. The rest was added on in.

[For the invitation remark Freddy just sounds a soft 'pfft' because the old man's not wrong, but really now. Look he's going to take a sip of this beer then hand it out, expecting Larry to just take it for him and set it on the side table.]

Like the rest wasn't on your mind either.

[What was it Eames said? Something about what dick doesn't he want in his mouth? Pfft.]

I coulda done the same thing if I was older. I coulda stopped you, frisked you, then maybe grabbed and kissed you.

[Oh. He will. And he'll take a sip first. No big deal.]

Oh it was, man. The whole fucking thing. You don't go asking for it all at once. That's how a guy gets burned. Having you look at it while I was whizzing was going to be the peak of it. I didn't go in trying to get action. Sorta was a hope.

[Man on man, though. He smiles wide and pats at the closest knee.]

Would you have sucked me down even if I was fifteen?

[And he was eighteen. Or...well, yeah. Right now wouldn't be a good age for that. They got laws against that.]

Yeah right.

[With regards to Larry not trying to get action. He put his dick out on display, that's trying. A pat pat patting to his knee works like a heavy palm stroking fur, calming Freddy down although he's not so riled up to begin with.]

Yes.

[He answers simply with regards to sucking down a fifteen year old Lawrence Dimick. No specifics for his own age either. Freddy takes a slow deep ambiguous drag of his cigarette.]

Okay then smartass. Would you have been revved up and a willing party if I went and grabbed you?

[He would love to demonstrate except Freddy is in no condition for horse play. Not yet. That almost upsets the old bear more harshly then he wants to admit. Blonde stole that. Even if it wasn't their lives he has a nasty impact.

Lousy ugly fucking shithead.]

You could go to jail for that one officer.

[play it cool. Simple. Light.]

Uh huh.

[He answers just as simply. Smoke smoke. Hand out for his beer again already. Is there something on TV? Looks like a show aboutdesperate housewives.]

You can go to jail for a lot of things. If you don't snitch on me nobody's gonna bother until mom or dad call in. Cops got better things to do than check ID at Make Out Point.

[Puff.] If you called me in would you at least tell'em it was the best fuckin' blowjob you ever got in your life?

[Bullshit he thinks, except...maybe not. Young Freddy for all his blushing didn't put up no fuss. And those words could have easily just been nerves and the young bear taking things differently.

Larry's well trained and gets that beer.]

I woulda kept my mouth shut and come back for more.

[Again and again and... Man. How many times did he unload? He tries to keep count privately.]

Don't wanna stop a good thing, you know?

[Good bear. Freddy takes the beer and sips.]

Oh I know. You're kind of greedy like that.

[For the record, he unloaded actual cum only twice. The following three orgasms were all dry for the most part.]

[His hand stays free knowing that Freddy's gonna want him to put it down so he rubs his belly idly.]

Can't help it. I didn't know much about myself but I knew what felt good. Blow jobs feel good.

[And rough hands feel better than lotion moisturized, small hands.

Oh. They all sorta ran together up Freddy's ass in the lap then on all fours then on his back.]

When you get em from someone you can trust and who's ready to give em out...it's only natural to take advantage. Of course even at fifteen I'd know you don't give something for nothing.

[You're correct, Mr. White. After another sip he passes the beer back to him for removal. Sometimes it really pays to be a prince of sorts.]

Fair enough. Blowjobs feel great. [Orange adds. What a nice paw too.] Bullshit like you weren't getting something out of it too. You'd want me, you'd see it, uncut and all, wondering how something like that feels up your ass.

[Spoilers; it's not all that different. What Larry lacks in a skin he makes up for in length and girth. It makes a guy wonder what his dick would've been like had he kept his. Freddy's perfectly happy with the one he's got anyway.]

Are you asking me which end is my favorite? Is that it?

[Another sip from Freddy's beer before he places it down. Gotta watch out for his highness, after all.]

I'd wonder what it's like to have something close to that up in me.

[Huff. Back then Freddy didn't know. And at fifteen, Larry didn't either. He knew what it was like to be in some bright eyed girl's body.

He technically came five times. Five fucking times. Now he's got one in him each go. And if pressed he could unload three times in a day. When was the last time he had a dry orgasm? Le sigh.]

If I knew then what I'd known now...maybe I woulda tried if a nice guy like you had been around.

[Guy or man. He doesn't specify because they haven't yet. If there was an older man like Freddy though, and his comic books and understanding... Lawrence Dimick knows he would have wanted to be at least a friend in a heartbeat. This is the sort of guy that's loyal, honest and won't go boozing and schmoozing or ruining life for a little guy.]

[Aw shucks Freddy can't keep the act up for too long. He sets his cigarette down on the rim of the nearest ash tray so he can turn in Larry's lap and face the old man.]

You don't need to flatter me. It ain't gonna save you.

[Whether or not the flattery's really for himself or for Larry's own benefit. The kid frames his face in freckled hands to lean in for a kiss. It's not long but it's no peck either.] Besides, when you were fifteen I wasn't born yet.

[He teases.] And if I knew then what I know right now, being fifteen myself, I'd let your dirty thirty-something year old ass have mine. [Another kiss.] Over and over until I'm leaking.

[How's that for flattery? Orange doesn't think about how that refractory of his youth is really no longer available, because knowing what he does now, having met Larry in the now and not in the then, he's perfectly content with what the old man's already got.]

I'm only saying.

[At least he was before these terrific kisses. His eyes don't completely shut but his eyelids drop to savor. That's what you're supposed to do when a hell of a guy plants one on you. So it doesn't linger. Face to face means there's gotta be more.

Oh. He's right.]

Now how fair'd that be? [Leaning on in to return the favor.]

Fifteen's a lousy fucking age to get knocked up. ...I'd take care of you though, baby. No matter.

[Still, the gears are turning. There's ways to get that cheated with pills ain't it? Hmm. Larry's hands invite themselves under Freddy's shirt from behind to rub his back. Gently, gently.]

About as fair as me doing the same shit to you, right over the hood of my car.

[His squad car? His beat up family ride? The car they share here? A sports car? Anything goes in this rock and roll fantasy. Freddy purses his lips for another, then another.]

What a fucking gentleman you are.

[The kid pokes him in the chest, a reaction to those hands rubbing up his back.] I want a massage.

Hard time if it's daylight. It can get pretty hot on the surface.

[Eyes to see. Witnesses to snitch. Oh ho, there was that one time. Seems like so long ago. Except it was a dream, not a curse...not the same thing anyways.

All this talk is threatening to get him riled up. Except won't be too fun without Freddy getting in on it, in on him. There are other ways though.]

I believe in taking care of family. Leaving some pretty young thing in trouble is gonna weigh on my mind.

[Two paws.]

Back? Legs? You gotta gimme specifics because I can speak English.

[And this ain't no rub and tug.]

My back and shoulders, tough guy. You think it was easy street getting bent around like that?

[It's also left over soreness from the incident at the diner, aggravated only a little more by his once dislocated shoulder. They say after the first time it happens, popping it out of place just gets easier and easier. Freddy would rather avoid that, thanks.]

You're some kind of family man, huh?

[Alert alert, this sort of conversation could travel into dangerous 'discussing the future' territory.]

Okay. Okay. You get a massage. Might be better though if you turn around.

[He'll give his mug another kiss though.]

You do it so well, sometimes I forget it might hurt.

[Bull and shit really. He's just playing. Anything to make Freddy be more comfortable right now.]

I dunno. I might be. I never gave it too much thought. But if something did happen, I'm gonna want to take care of my baby. [Wait for it.] And my man.

[Turn around he does, right in his lap.]

Do I gotta get face down?

[No lie, Freddy enjoys toeing this edge between not hard and very hard. Heh heh heh. There's some ripped cabana boy doing much the same thing he's asking the old man to fulfill. He moves to stretch out on the couch.]

You gotta learn to clean up after the mess you make sometime.

[As the kid needs to learn on occasion too. Oh listen to that baby talk, fff. Larry can take this for what he will.] A real good daddy type, huh?

But I ain't no madman.

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