But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[When a man's called on it how can he truly deny? Freddy's good at sniffing out the truth. And he's pretty good at ratting people out when he wants to. Cops, you know?]

I was hoping to see him this weekend. Nick I mean. [Listening to how he speaks, laying it all out... getting drawn in. Right as planned. Hardly suspecting that very last turn.]

You're a right son of a bitch.

[Who gets a shove.]

We got several hours left. You want to spend em thinking about that?

[Aching for, wanting for that. Man oh man, seeing Nick will have them with a memory right around the corner. Oh. And that pool table too. Now he takes a hold of a tatted arm and hauls him under the water now for a soap up.]

[fuckingbaretta]

[Oof! Heh heh heh, excuse the kid for laughing a little, old man. How can he not? Er, but now Larry's the one taking matters (him) into his own paws. Freddy doesn't protest despite this not being his own skin. Nothing in the way, they said.]

I gotta be honest with you, just thinkin' about squeezin' one off in this guy's body is kind of a buzzkill. I'll watch you though.

[He's standing there to be soaped up. Real obedient-like. Larry can take his remark for a compliment though. Sure the beefeater's prized meat to look at but so is Steve Rogers and Freddy's already made it pretty clear he could never fuck Captain America (and now never ever will because the guy's off the market). With Eames it's kind of the same thing, jerking off without him knowing is wrong (and tempting in its wrongness) and it's fucking Mary Poppins. He might be open to whacking with him but as him? With Larry? No thanks. He likes Lawrence Dimick more than that.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Lather is up and over his back. Broad shoulders and a still strong back for Mr. Eames' frame. How does a guy pull it off? He sure don't look like he's forty two. Must be something he ate growing up, that and genes.]

Watch me, then what?

[The effect gets lost because it's not the fox-like peepers looking at him from atop the long slope of a nose. Sigh.]

I might if you don't look but you know, talk and listen.

[Sounds stupid and square. Goes to show how deep their relationship goes that he even attempts to articulate any of it.]

I wouldn't want you rubbing one out while him. Just not right.

[He grips onto biceps to get him to rotate so he can rinse what he's washed.]

[fuckingbaretta]

[He's a big strong man but this big strong man moves and molds like putty under those gripping paws. Freddy shifts and rotates with ease so Larry can clean him up.]

Shit that sounds a little kooky too. [The kid confesses with a sigh.] Can you hold out?

[You know, until this thing is over which he hopes is tomorrow or the day after.] Or do I gotta turn the water cold?

[He'll make it worth your while if you wait, Mr. White. Besides, how long were they holding out on each other before a Black Magic Woman?]

[whitetwoguns]

I can hold out.

[Because there may be some time alone in the showers. Uh. That's how he held on out before a Black Magic Woman had come along. No. Okay. He would honestly put forth the effort. If it takes walking out a stiff one for the sake of later, for the real bang-pow-zoom deal than he would.]

Besides, I'm doing okay so far.

[That's a victory right there! Two big fellas, naked and wet with the amped testosterone of a work out and not fucking, a lesser man would have caved. Fingers thread through Eames' hair because that would be what he'd do to a Freddy body.

He can make it through. There'll be a flexible, wiry body pounding the shit out of him in the end. Keep your eye on the prize old man.]

What do you wanna eat?

[Let's talk about something that's not sex.]

Last I heard burritos weren't bad for you.

[fuckingbaretta]

[Just thinking about it causes the kid to follow through two stages consecutively without fail; first there's mental arousal for Lawrence Dimick, then there's physical betrayal because the second he thinks about putting a hand to his dick he knows it's not really his hand and not really his dick. Damn it. At the very least it'll help Freddy hold out too. Before Black Magic Woman he was making stains in the shower and sometimes under his sheets so Larry's not alone there. One time he rubbed one out immediately after the guys dropped him off at his apartment. The thought of Mr. Milwaukee Brewers White and Jim Morrison helped.]

Huh...

[Freddy sounds thoughtfully, resisting the urge to moan under Larry's fingers in his hair. After another quick silent moment he nods and answers with a grin.]

Junk food.