whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Freddy points at the Y-key.]

Oh.

[So there was a beak over his shoulder. He pushes the y-key and is able to turn away from his work.]

Thanks.

[Cigarette gets moved aside.]

So....uh, you been reading?

[At least this beak doesn't make a croaking sound.]

Oh yeah. I've been reading. Why're you writing?

I dunno. Kinda popped into my head. Figured I better jot it down before it goes away.

[Thankfully. Uh. Tragically. Normally.]

Be honest. What do you think?

[Freckled hands pat pat both shoulders.] Well it ain't bad, you really know your western stuff.

[There's a but in there but he hasn't said it yet.]

Kinda writing what I know.

[Movie westerns, those are not realistic. Oh that rubbing is nice. He tenses then relaxes under those fingers.]

Stay awhile.

[Be a captive audience.]

[Freddy can feel Larry relaxing under his fingertips so he kneads a little more, like giving a massage but his comes with an agenda.]

Are you gonna write some more?

Sure. I'm thinking there's gonna be some confrontation. Another flash....this time though our guy is in deep.

[Tense and then relax.]

Could use something else, you know?

What else can you throw into a western that's gonna shake the whole thing up? Aliens?

[Sorry Freddy that's been done. The kid's musing aloud anyway as he turns the old man's chair around so he can straddle his lap.]

How about a chase, your man on a horse?

No. [To aliens but that'd be one hell of a movie. Larry tilts his head back so he can get another angle to look up at the kid.]

A chase, huh?

[Straddling. Oh. Woah. Paws reach on up to hold onto that man.]

Him and a posse?

Uh huh.

[He confirms with a nod, wiry arms going around the other man's neck now. Can Larry tell Freddy wants to be involved? Where does he fit into the outlaw's tale? Granted it's a western and he knows Larry loves his westerns, superheroes just don't fit. He can't blame Lawrence Dimick...but he can derail him for a little bit.]

Cowboys always got it rough right? It'd be kinda wrong to make it real easy on'im.

[Freddy knows who 'he' is but to keep things playful he treats the main character as nobody they've met. No need to blame Larry's heroes either. The kid plucks the Chesterfield to take a pull for himself before giving it back to the old man, then off his lap he goes. Just like that. Like a punk tease.]

[Knees spread some to support his weight more closely to..the seat of this rolling chair. Consider him well and truly distracted from his medium.]

Yeah. [Swallow.] That's right. I don't plan on it. Only makes him a tougher guy.

[The. Character. Or something. Heh. While his lips are without a cigarette he tlicks them and fully intends to lean on over and---]

Hey. Wait. Come back.

[Paws are reaching for that wiry body.]

Where are you going?

[Heh heh heh. Freddy's caught by a paw but it doesn't change anything. The kid's already working to pull his own shirt off, to reveal more of this wiry body, then he's getting down to his knees.]

I'm gonna make you a tougher guy.

[And make Lawrence Dimick pay more attention to the characters who should matter, like the one working to open up his pants.]

[He caught shirt which...he has to let go of. Woah. Woah. The chase is on at top speed. Paws rove up from his hip bones, kneading the flesh on those bones. even though there's not that much. Damn kid is more lean than a bear.]

I can keep up.

[Good thing he's well on his way to getting hard. Though not as fast as this kid.]

[He's at least half a bear, maybe a third, but he's no bag of delicate bones either. Freddy's as toned and tough as the day he came out of the academy. Nevermind his lungs taking a hit from his addiction.]

You think so? Tell me a story.

[Freddy requests as he pulls the old man out of his clothes. He's already pumping his palm to get him as stiff as possible.]

[Wiry mass, enough to grip and hold and toss and turn and fuck or be fucked by. He can run faster and longer than the old man even with his nicotine laced lungs.]

A story-? [It's like being asked to pat his head and rub his stomach.]

What-[huff, he licks his lips and reaches out to comb both hands through his hair.] What kind?

[Freddy leans in to take a short lick at the tip of his cock. Caramel green eyes look up with some mischief, some daring challenge, and pleasure because he loves it when those paws are on his hair.]

Surprise me.

[His lips part to tighten around the head.]

[The old man didn't even need to ask. Oh fucking shit. Right onto it. No hesitation, how did Larry miss that he wanted it this bad this fast.]

There once was a guy. [Swallow. The hard part is over, he got a main character. Larry has surprised himself. Hot breath then lips wrapping around.]

A-a cop.

[Combing is clutching now.]

Mmhmm?

[He manages to sound around his dick before his lips sink down a little farther. Freckled hands are reaching in to cup his balls too. Gotta do better than that, Lawrence Dimick.]

[Is he really expecting a story? He tries to laugh out of desperation.]

A cop who uh had to have a new partner. He was a big guy, tough. [What is he even saying?] Except he didn't know this guy was scum.

[Oh. He knows that story though? Shit will he stop if it's not good enough? That cock is getting harder in that mouth.]

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[This is a kid who's been to outer space via comic books, of course he's expecting a story. He never said it had to be a good one though.]

Mm...

[More muffled sounds as Freddy's head starts bobbing a little. Again these green eyes are looking up, asking for more.]

They were cops in a place made out of--of dreams. And when you thought about something it came true....eventually. Depended on how hard y'thought about it.

[Fantasy aspect cuz that is what Freddy thrives on. And all the things he thought right now involved getting his rocks off hard. Green and caramel brown eyes look so fucking smug and shameless smoking dick.]

Except it wouldn't change who the other guys were. [Swallow. He groans and shivers.] That didn't change how much the piece of scum cop loved his partner. This guy was so fucking amazing. [Hips tilt and he has to get a grip on himself and remember who's in charge of this chase.]

[He has to pull his wet lips off for a second but his hand keeps jerking at the base.]

Sounds like a real special kind of place. [Freddy licks his lips.] What'd they do there?

[The kid asks before his head dips down to get back to work. He's working his tongue all around the tip, wrapping the rim, sliding down the center groove.]

[Fingers go combing first all back on his scalp but it's gonna fall back where it was then to one side.]

They had to make sure nobody was wishing anybody dead. [Gulp.] Or-or robbing anybody. They had machines that were able to read intent. [Huff. Oh damn that tongue. Larry spreads his legs more. He's torn between leaning back or scooting forward. He's just a man Freddy, don't be mad at him.]

Shit, man. Are you gonna fuck me? Ride me? Or [more urgent clutching and a little pull] just thirsty?

[Machines that were able to what...he's curious about where Larry's getting his ideas from or if it's all completely stream of consciousness, on the fly, because he's too distracted by a mouth on his dick. Nice to feel those palms still though but at this question Freddy has to pull his head up again.]

Whatcha got... [Lick to the tip again.] ...in mind?

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