whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[The kid doesn't mind at all that the old man is his last kiss of the year and his first kiss of the next. He was the last man he fucked and the first he'll be fucking too he's pretty sure. Is that too presumptuous of Freddy Newendyke? Too romantic or ideal or shit naive? He can't help it, Larry didn't just take his cherry, he reached in, curled his heavy paw around it, then yanked the thing out before going back for seconds, thirds, fourths. It's been a wild ride and while he can't say he's loved every fucking second of it he can't say he regrets anything either. Whether they want it or not, the taste of Mr. White is a flavor he won't ever fucking forget.]

Mm...

[Make it two tongues pressed against each other and his freckled hands knead over Larry's sides. If they're getting looks he just doesn't care. Let them grow green with envy.]

[Who can see anyone when you're fixated on the face right in front of you. Heavy, cherry yanking paws touch on his face, in his hair and smoothing on down his back. He can't help it if he's going for Freddy's ass. It may as well be his anyway.

Everyone who isn't staring is singing along with the band to Auld Lang Syne. Champagne is a-popping. Larry's deaf because he wants to hear more of those sounds. They could both get gunned down by Blonde and be dead, he could rat em right on out to return the favor. Right now is as high as they can get.

There have been lows for both of them. Drugs, truths, pains and places that they have had to visit together. But they're still standing.]

Wanna get out of here, baby?

[Broad tongue sweeps over Freddy's bottom lip before going on in for more because he cant' help it. Their New Year's kiss that wasn't the year before. It's so good that it could kill somebody.]

[Paws on his ass only make him lean right into that bigger body, groin to groin but who's really going to make a big deal out of it? Who's ready to take on Mr. White and Mr. Orange? That's right, nobody, he didn't think so. Another stroke of that tongue and warm caramel green eyes are looking that slight distance upward at soft brown ones framed by an older man's age.]

Okay.

[Freddy says loud enough to be heard with all the new years commotion and yet it still somehow manages to sound like an intimate whisper.]

[One possessive squeeze and they're off to collect their coats. They've had their money's worth of fun. The band is starting up. No one's gonna know or care because whatever they do is their own damn business. Mr. White is always armed.]

We're not gonna stay at home tonight, you know that right?

[Number handed to the fella working the coat room. They also have their car in valet. Yep. Why not make things even better since they're dealing with enough bullshit. Someone may also be trying to improve on how Christmas went on over. Truly though, being with this man here and not fucking dying is fantastic.]

Oh yeah? Whe're we goin'?

[Freddy asks with a smile, coats collected, shrugged on too because baby it's cold outside. Valet service for their trusty old heap would have been hilarious to see but using a company car is comforting too with its smooth handling in icy weather, the heating system, and all that space in the back...ahem.

Out here he'll wait for their wheels to pull up huddled right against Larry Dimick too. No one can mistake them for anything else but close partners, unless they're in denial. Needless to say it's a big improvement over their Christmas.]

[Last year was for car action, this year they need much, much more the old man has decided.]

The hotel. But first we got a stop to make.

[One arm goes around Freddy. Who gives a shit at this point, he got his New Year kiss, and by now the staff have caught on. What they care about is if their money is the right colors it should be. It's worth it. Even with the looks that aren't so kid. When they stand this close in the night air, waiting for the car and the rest of the evening those looks don't matter.]

...want some hot chocolate?

[Hotel he says...if anyone notices the soft red color in Freddy's cheeks he'll say it's the cold weather. He's so enchanted by the idea of a posh hotel room--oh and this bear arm around him--that when Larry suggests hot chocolate Freddy really just thinks about the beverage.]

Sure. Wanna spike it?

[Who knows if the old man will take it the way the kid means it.]

[Spike it, huh? That some sort of a slang. Larry grins and presses his mouth to Freddy's hair. It's slicked back and smelling terrific while it lasts. Shouldn't be for much longer.]

We can.

[Here's the car, Larry steps on forward to open it. Not because Freddy is a lady but because Larry is a gentleman and a little faster than the valet. His door is opened anyway too, tip for the man for being out in the cold.]

They probably have some at room service.

[Since they're likely working on two levels, otherwise wouldn't the kid be more...excited? There's the red in his cheeks. Larry feels like it could be more brilliant.]

...wanna wrangle in another body tonight? This time your choice.

[He's dead certain Freddy will want more of the same. There's time to think it over as they pull away from their seaside illusion of wealth.]

[God that kiss to his hair, he could fucking die right now and he'd be dying a happy man. Freddy's pleased enough that he doesn't even argue the way Larry opens the car door for him. What a fucking gentleman...he'll give him a checked eyeroll too only because that's what Freddy Newendykes do but it's all affection. Once they're inside he sinks into his seat (passenger's, obviously) then glances over to the driver.]

...

[Say what? He blinks once. Twice. Ohhhh. Now it occurs to him just what he meant by hot chocolate and now his cheeks are growing warmer.] Are you sure?

[Freddy asks because this is Dimmy the gentleman, Mr. White his knight, he don't mind bringing a toy to bed on new year's night? That's exactly what it is to Orange--so he tells himself--toys. Bright shiny big toys.]

[There are millions more that he's willing to give with the right amount of time. Seems like that's what they got right now. Why not spend it?

There we go, now he's catching on.]

Uh huh. I'm sure. I mean, was pretty swell the last time.

[To put it lightly. He looks on over at the man next to him.]

Way to ring it on in. [Absolutely not expecting it to go on this way, and now that he has the idea doing anything else doesn't seem right.]

We gotta get condoms too. That first. Then we'll pick up our man.

[There should be at least one convenience store open, after all.]

I'll take you where I found the last pick. They let you look em over before buying.

I guess...

[That's not hesitation or doubt, old man, this kid is just still kind of in awe that he's making it happen at all. So soon after the first time too. Hey for all Freddy knows Larry is secretly getting over his issue with certain other men too by way of using his own kid as a cover. One can dream.]

You don't have to make it sound like we're picking up chocolate milk. It ain't fun if it don't got a little mind of its own you know?

[He's teasing Larry because goddamn man he's so fucking experienced and professional about it he almost almost makes it sound like a chore.]

[He guesses. There we go again with that kind of Freddy Newendyke casual bravado that he really, really loves ripping to shreds.

No, Larry hasn't suddenly got over his issue but he hopes that if they keep on rolling like this it won't make him feel like he does. It'd be great if they could both reach the same even ground.]

We are picking up chocolate milk. [Smirky smirk smirk.]

Can you get the rubbers? I'll keep the car warm.

[As they roll up to the convenience store, it's not the best looking but it's open. And it's near where they need to be.]

[Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick, Freddy Newendyke happens to enjoy having his...bravado ripped to wet messy shreds. To that smirky smirk smirkness he just shrugs.]

Sure.

[He'll get the rubbers. Oh fuck just thinking about having two dicks to work with is making his coat feel heavy. The kid manages to climb out without a third not-quite-leg getting in the way. He's not that worked up. Yet.]

[That's what he figures otherwise the give and take would be easier. All about the joy of the game.]

Got cash?

[As though he doesn't have any of his own. Larry watches that man step on out. The clerk won't know what kind of a good time they're helping out with. Freddy isn't that worked up, but he sure will be. When is the question? The old man'll keep a close eye on that. Better to bring on up later.]

But I ain't no madman.

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