whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

I'll live.

[Huff. Face he says. The old man turns to Freddy now. He'd like to assess that damage. There's a tension now, sure they finally did what they were gonna do... except now there's that unstable jitters. Larry thinks it's like first time heist jitters. Funny comparison.

One of his mitts move Freddy's chin this way and that to take a look at his schnoz.]

Might be kinda sore. I wasn't expecting that.

[His balls. The nose might too.]

You sure?

[That he's okay. The nose didn't take the hit directly, thank christ, but where it connects to the rest of his face did. The mark is spreading in red and purple under his caramel apple eye. Freddy doesn't fight the way that paw moves his chin around.]

I'll take a look at home.

[Does he mean his nose or those balls though? It's dark out and the kid's feeling restless too.]

Might need more than a look.

[Careful now because he can't quite tell if it won't be sore on his nose, the old man pulls Freddy in for a kiss. His tongue is lapping at the inside of Freddy's lips asking to be let on in. A kiss that says they're fucking alive. They did what they had to do.

And it's also a sure fire way to spend all that anxiousness and tension. Wreck or ruin, they did it and nobody else died.]

Oh yeah--

[Mmph. So much for a response. Right away the kid's drawn into a kiss he has no intention of fighting. Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, his own freckled hands grab at those thick firm shoulders to anchor on. Fucking alive is right. Freddy sounds a soft groan against Larry.]

[Just what he wants, what he fucking needs. Larry grabs Freddy's ass with both hands to pull him hip to hip. He wants him hard. Now. The groan rumbling on into his mouth is sweeter than any laced brownie.]

[Are they still on the street? In a stairwell? Somewhere close to an alley? Maybe by a secluded park? It doesn't matter much to Freddy at the moment, if people see them eating each other's mouths out, pawing each other like they just can't get enough. Hip to hip means groin to groin too and the kid makes an effort to grind his against the old man's.]

[On the street with plenty of alleyways. Say, is that a little park? Not very large. Sort of like those one lot baseball diamonds...except no diamond. There are trees though. Here they go again. Larry doesn't give a fuck for the second.

Grinding right on with Freddy now. He knows that they'll stay like this so he can thread his fingers into the kid's hair. A few more deep plunges before he pulls lightly.]

Over there.

[Whispered like it's a secret rendezvous.]

Okay.

[He whispers as he takes another lick at the old man's mouth. His voice suggests a young man clueless and being duped into a secret affair but they both know the truth; Freddy wants it just as bad as Larry. Out here in the fucking open. Well, not so open, there's enough darkness and coverage to give them a little privacy.]

[Closer, closer. Perfect. Larry steers him by placing his hands down the back of Freddy's jeans to the most covered area. There's even a few leaning trees.]

Here.

[Now to open those jeans from behind. Hot Dimick mouth is at his throat while he can grind on up against his ass like he can't wait a second.]

[Behind him or in front of him doesn't stop Freddy from reaching around to grab at Larry. Anything works be it his sleeve, his collar, or his hair, anything just to keep touching each other. Those jeans are his for the taking. Just like this ass.]

Right here? Where anyone could see?

[Yes please. Freddy Newendyke fucking craves it, he's already getting hard.] You're crazy.

[He loves it.]

Uh huh.

[That he's crazy. He is. How could a man like him possibly be caught up in any of this? It's because he's happy.]

I don't care.

[If anyone sees or if anyone questions his sanity. What he cares about is right here in his arms. He's here to get Freddy hard, when he's completely free of his jeans and briefs the old man is stroking him. Rough fingers are quite efficient sliding his foreskin up and down with the motion.]

May as well have em stare at something good.

[He's thrusting on up against the kid from behind with clothes between them to the same motion of his hand. Promise of things to come.]

Hard yet?

[Oh shit he's really got Orange in his grasp now, literally. It makes him shiver and shudder with delight. To think he'd like nothing more than to fuck him on display, let everyone know what they're missing, what they can't have.]

Jesus.

[That's a yes, he's hard. Freddy's not as dexterous when he's trying to pull Larry's clothes apart behind him, but he's trying.]

Take it out. Lemme feel it, man.

[That's just what he wanted. Larry's not sure if their talk with Pink was good or bad. That's not important right now.]

Keep stroking yourself. Don't be quick about it. I wanna make you cum.

[Because he's gotta use both hands. He kisses at Freddy's neck and then takes a nip at his shoulder even though teeth are gonna settle on into clothes. It's the effect.

Denim rustles as he forces it down his hips as soon as he can. Briefs too. Now the old man's hard. Now he'll be making sure that nothing's between the two of em on Freddy's end, shoving his jeans down further.]

Feel me?

[Brushing on up against the crack of Freddy's ass.]

Okay, man.

[Freddy swallows. Feeling those paws leave him is a killer but he's got to oblige to get what he wants. Not really because he's confident Larry would want to please him any which way but it's the thought that counts. Freckled fingers circle himself to start stroking as told, deliberate and moderate to maintain a building pace.]

How do you want me?

[Oh yeah, he'll ask, even as he's already assuming the position. It takes every shred of willpower not to move back and try impaling himself on the man's cock already. That's how bad Freddy wants it. Scratch that, needs it, he wants to feel Lawrence Dimick running the whole length of him from head to toe, or ass to mouth.]

[Ass to mouth ain't a bad idea. Good way to open him up. Except it isn't about teasing or drawing it out. Larry has to smack that pert, willing ass.]

On your knees.

[They're gonna get dirty but they're going home. Right now Dimmy wants it the more trivial small aspects might be. Looks like the ground is soft and the dirt is free of rocks. Sorta brings back their tree fort already.]

[That smack acts like a jumpstart. Watch this kid bring himself to lean away from that hard equally pert cock to kneel...then rest on his shoulders. Freddy's cheek presses to the cool earth, turned one way so he can look at Larry over his shoulder. His ass is fucking ready. These fingers are stroking again, slow and steady, waiting for the old man to dive in.]

Come on. I want you.

[His head tilts to one side to take in that pretty sight. Freddy can watch the old man stroke himself as he gets on down on his knees.]

I can see that, baby.

[Goddamn does he want him too.

Another sold smack as he leans to...spit right on him. Both hands spread the kid wide as he makes sure to spread saliva with his tongue around his ring piece.]

Yeah? Can you taste it?

[Baby, he calls him. Of course even when they're alone in the dark in a fucking park it's still safer to keep names off the table. That's one blow they haven't dealt the weasel yet, no names, for his benefit and their own. There's something special about keeping names just between them, though...by now a small handful of people know Freddy's name and what he really does. Larry on the other hand, his name and his background has always been Freddy's best kept secret.]

Oh shit--

[Freddy hisses for the smack only to groan for the dip of tongue on his ass. He wets his own lips in anticipation.] Fuck, I want it bad. I just wanna be with you and your cock.

[He's talking because he knows Larry likes it.]

Mmmhmm.

[Tongue slips on in, fucking him as much as a tongue can. It's all about spreading around the saliva and really getting just as dirty. Freddy's on his shoulders, fixing to get plowed. As it should be.

In the fucking park, just the two of them like this.]

Just us.

[He'd love to pant and moan the kid's name. They'll get their time. Since he's off he again spits. It's not going to be enough, that's why he's going for the gun oil. It's part of the process.]

I'm supposed to arrest people like us.

[How the kid manages to say this many words without groaning or moaning or huffing or puffing is a mystery. Actually no not such a mystery, all the huffing comes after he's managed to say his piece.]

You feel--fuckin' good...

[And it's just his tongue. Damn.]

Are you sayin' you wanna cuff me?

[Cool lube on his fingers trace where his tongue has been outside and in. A little goes a long way with the stuff. He wants to get on to it. Even if there may not be as much as usual it'll add to the experience. They need it hard and rough anyway.]

Here I am.

[Thick, hard and right there. Larry's not wasting time.]

Quit jacking off.

[Because the old man is gonna take both of Freddy's hands and hold em at this angle.]

Put you in the back of my car--for questioning.

[Fuck he can't help but groan some more, keen and whine even for how he's being invaded but not by the thing he promised to check still works.]

What?

[Oh. Freddy's letting go of himself only to have his hands pinned together. The brief strain the hold puts on his arms somehow makes his ass ache for the weight bearing down on it.] Hurry man, put it in.

You make it sound nice.

[Out of his lips everything kinda has it's own sweeter spin. It doesn't change the message. A cop is a cop is a rat is a cop.]

There, there it is. [Laying on into him now. Fuck. The old man's glad he didn't dive on in with just saliva. Tonight sure ain't the night for that. Freddy's not the only man with an ache.]

Oh fuck.

[He swallows down one moan to have it replaced by another. They gotta be careful.]

Oh god.

[Oops what was that about being careful? Fortunately for them that's as far as Freddy gets with loud noises before he's gritting his teeth and trying to hold his breath. Fuck his body's already stretching out to accommodate the old man, one real tight fucking fit. Shit no he can't hold his breath for that long, Freddy's panting.]

That's it, baby. F-fuck.

[If anyone else could hear them they might think the smaller one is fucking dying.]

Jesus.

[Breathe. Keep it down. Far too late for that. Well, they could have got a motel. This is cheaper. And faster.

Speaking of fast the old man starts to pull on back before going further bit by bit at a time fucking him until he's deep enough. That's the tactic. Oh shit though, Freddy's so tight.]

You feel so fucking good, man.

[Freddy. Baby. Another solid smack to his ass before just...pawing at his back, his thigh...anywhere as he's moving. No extra bullet holes tonight.]

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