whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Snort. Just for that Freddy thinks about rolling all over Larry's sheets before showering off. Instead he'll smack a freckled hand against the old man's ass.]

You got a tough job ahead of you.

[That's right, you're gonna shower off too, Lawrence Dimick. Up on his feet now, clothes left strewn across the floor. Freddy has to think about the question before he answers.] Know how you get when I'm going on about Mr. Fantastic or the Green Lantern?

[Self-explanatory.]

[No fair! There's no winning...or losing, Dimick. Think about it. That ass shies away some after the fact. Freddy hits hard.]

Intense scrubbing. Hope you can handle that.

[Because it won't be as lewd as it sounds right now. Haha.]

...Baby, you know that you're really what gets to me.

[I love you. Because he's no sobbing nurse. Up they go, to the stairs.]

Just watch the nose.

[He warns as if he's sensitive about it (he is)...but it's all fine because the kid wants to give the old man a slow easy rubdown in the shower too. It's a nice way to top off the filth with some polish.]

I know... [Freddy looks at him thoughtfully. Did Larry think he was serious about being jealous? That Freddy's so possessive of him he can't handle it even in fiction?] ...It was a good excuse to fuck around.

[No harm no foul.]

Of course. Don't wanna wreck that one of a kid hood ornament.

[A nose by any other name... Let's just see how he feels with the water running warm if they'll turn in early or he can get through a slow easy rubdown.]

We don't need excuses.

[Jealousy sweeps on over Larry faster than he can think. He is very, very possessive of Freddy. It's only been a year and they are very committed. It's not always a lack of trust--he is only human to have those every once in a little while--there are plenty of dicks around, plenty that would make a pass at Freddy given the opportunity.]

[Freddy has to smile at that. His own wiry arm slips around that bigger broader waist.]

You're right.

[He admits to this pure simple fact that sort of makes his instigating the whole thing kind of silly. Except...] But I'm not sorry.

[Larry again presses a kiss to his hairline this time at the temple.]

I'm not sorry neither. You need to remind yourself of that when you try and have a seat tomorrow.

[Smirk. Who knows if it was that hard hitting but gotta carry the theme on through it.]

Wow. Okay. Excuse me.

[Hands up in defense but they don't get in the way of that kiss. It's a nice warm gesture. Freddy would ask for more if Larry wasn't being a wiseass.]

I'll call you up at work if I got a problem.

[And Lawrence Dimick knows what kind of phone call that's gonna be.]

[Another kiss to the other side.]

You're excused.

[Nudge, nudge to the bathroom. More fucking around. He's spent too you know, Orangie.]

Fair enough. I accept that. I don't wanna be part of the problem.

[Call him up to tell him the exact state of his ass.]

If it's around lunch, I'm sure I could help out in a bigger way.

[All he needs to do is turn on the water since they're both in the buff in the bathroom.]

No cowboys on the clock.

I ain't cattle.

[He quips for the way Larry seems to prod the kid like he's some sort of herd animal. Just makes Freddy want to call him up on the clock even more.]

I can't promise you, man, it ain't somethin' you can time you know? It'll either come or it won't.

[Shrug. Water on to slightly steaming. Ain't no thing at all.]

Nope. Not a bit. If you were, you know you'd be a prize winner.

[Ah. All that smugness and fucking sass is back. Larry loves it. Hopefully tomorrow's not too busy. He wants to answer while on the clock.]

What will? The pain?

[Or the want for something to plug him back on up. Either way. Since he doesn't want to get nudged or pushed or pulled anymore Larry steps into the shower first.]

Like what, a breeding bull?

[That ought to be Lawrence Dimick's title but he won't try to swell his old head up. Only Freddy Newendyke seems capable of going two rounds like that, hah. With regards to the pain, again the kid just kind of shrugs while following him into the shower.]

Guess you gotta wait til tomorrow to find out.

[See toucan play at that game.]

I was thinking more like the type for the rodeo. They put up a hell of a fight.

[Physical fight not verbal. The verbal right now is tame by their standards.]

Tomorrow then.

[Soap in one paw lathering up and over freckled turf.]

Now though, I'm gonna get you clean then say good night.

[Because even if he hasn't fucked Freddy to soreness he's done it to exhaustion. Two rounds one after the other.]

[Those paws are free to roam wherever they please while these freckled palms knead over Larry's upper arms and shoulders.]

You comin' to bed or writin' the sequel?

[Tit for tat. And who said he wasn't sore. An undercover cowboy has got to be Clint Eastwood in this job.]

I'm done with that for now.

[The mood for writing is gone. It's hard work. How do novels even get written these days.]

Might finish it up tomorrow. I dunno.

[Scrub down his chest since that got wrecked first. Then sides.]

The bed's warmer with two.

[Flappy hands on him rubbing where he will feel great.

Good idea.

[About keeping the bed warm with two. His fingertips linger over the wildcat first, then the Queen of Diamonds and King of Hearts, just rubbing and working the old man's muscles...under that thanksgiving layer on his torso. Pat pat. Larry's turn for a soap down even though he's not as dirty. For a guy who loves to get filthy he's rather gentle with the way he washes Larry's cock.]

Let me help. I can write stories too.

[Gentle for one hard fucking homo. That could go for either one of them. Larry sighs and leans into the wall as he gets cleaned on up.]

Cowboy stories? Or Freddy stories?

[Light teasing. Boy. Tired is hitting him hard.]

We could write something together.

[Something they both could agree on.]

Are you sayin' cowboy stories ain't Freddy Newendyke stories?

[Please. Who gave this old man Jonah Hex. Lather and rinse.] I'm willin' to try.

[Rinse, rinse, rinse.]

No. I'm saying that Freddy Newendyke stories have a special flair to them that not all the typical cowboy stories have. I don't think that's bad.

[Ruffle his hair before combing it back.]

I like Jonah Hex by the way, to me that says Freddy Newendyke.

[No more suds so Larry turns off the water.]

[His skepticism is visible by the way he kind of just quirks a brow while getting ruffled. Fff.]

You do?

[Skepticism dissipates in favor of feeling like he's got to wag his tail. It's not that he doubted it'd be a good match for Lawrence Dimick, he did see him reading it now and then. But to hear it said so casually with Larry's brand of cool conviction? That's special.]

I mean I knew you would.

As a matter of fact I love it.

[Pushing the door open he grabs two towels. One for the kid the other for himself.]

That's cuz you know me.

[Towel over his shoulder now. Larry busies himself on getting the driest he can be.]

[Flattery and buttering the kid up like that will get Larry anything anytime. Towel in hand he starts ruffling and rubbing himself.]

Cool, cause I can get you more. I can think of other covers too. [Look what you've done, Dimmy.]

[Not too surprising but...something that they both can enjoy together. Why the fuck not? He wraps his own towel around his padded torso and steps on out of the shower.]

But I only want the ones you think are the right ones. Don't go by no one else's recommendations.

[So it's strictly a Freddy task. Since he'll be the one reaping the rewards.]

But I ain't no madman.

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