whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[One look and one touch (discretely) to the old man's rear and Freddy's heading on up to the room. When they're at the door that touch gets bolder because they're alone in the hallway. So bold his touching has gone from the back to the front, eager to make Larry hard.]

You're takin' your sweet time.

[The kid comes on strong. It's that authoritative quality he needs working the streets. Larry is the beat now. He almost drops the keys.]

Look man, whatever you want. I don't want any trouble.

[Click. The door is unlocked and he shuffles on in, not far or fast enough to get away from Freddy. He loops is arm back to grip on him in return.]

Should we even bother with the lights?

Just comply.

[He insists, pushing into the hotel room now and nudging the door shut behind them. Watch out for those bandaged up stitches, Mr. White, because Mr. Orange is barely giving them a thought. Fetch rolls onto a desk, discarded now though at least not on the floor.]

I want them on.

[The lights he means. Freckled fingers work to remove the other man's clothes.]

[He'll be gentle. This is his hero after all.]

Yessir. Listen. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want.

[Lights are on. Standard sort of a room. It smells clean.]

It's not what it seemed I thought you were a friend or else I wouldn't have offered to suck your cock.

[Oh Dimmy. Dimmy Dimmy Dimmy Dimmy.] Cut that shit. I don't want to fuck a stranger. I want to fuck you.

[This isn't a dirty little scenario anymore, this is the real deal. This is an undercover cop who just took out the trash and now he wants to fuck around with his old man. Push. Right onto the bed. Somehow Freddy here is already without his jacket and shirt.]

You know I'm only givin' you shit because you have been known to like it.

[Out of character, out of step and out of his clothes. The old man allows himself to fall on back to the bed.]

So fuck me. I know you know how. How many times you gotta say it before you do?

[Pawing at the door and all the cut the crap dismissal of previous tactics have the old man hard.]

[He does like it when Larry gives him shit. How does a guy argue the truth? Easy, he doesn't.]

You know I give as good as I take.

[Straddling Lawrence Dimick now to pull whatever layers are left apart and off. He doesn't pop a button or seam or anything though.] Too bad I'm out of zipties.

[Like the old man cares if any clothes are a casualty. He was concerned in the beginning yet only a little. Now he's beyond it. They have ways to clean or mend. Moments like this are irreplaceable.]

Good. Hit me with your best shot.

[Both paws are at his ass, squeezing and rubbing.]

If I got my hands fixed I won't be able to touch you back, cowboy. God only knows how much I enjoy that.

[Insistent hands now press on him rub cock to cock if that's even possible.]

You got a point there.

[He concedes before curling over to take hold of Larry's face and kiss him. It's a deep wet open mouthed kiss. Note Freddy's still in his briefs, dark green ones with a white waistband but no lantern symbol in sight. They're cock to cock and getting worked up, like every push of those paws is making him thicker.]

I ain't done a thing like that in a while. [He knows what the kid's talking about, he has to.] You know they got a sayin' for it?

[Freddy leans back enough to look Larry in the eye. He's grinding with him still, so fucking hard now.]

[The pushing and rubbing don't stop. Larry can almost feel Freddy getting worked up in his briefs. Chances are Freddy can feel the same too. Kissing like this lets them not commit to one mouth or the other.]

No time like the present.

[Huff. Eye to eye and not breaking away even though the impulse to roll them right on back into his head is pulling hard.]

What do they say?

[Fuck is this all they'll be doing? It's great but now that Freddy mentioned it...the old man is aching to be filled on up.]

[Bright warm caramel green eyes to those older deeper brown ones framed by the creases that show Larry's age. Floppy dirty blonde hair's fallen forward, close enough to brush against Larry's face.]

You're a cop cause you don't know how not to be one. If you feel that way, you're a cop. If you don't, you're not.

[That's no outright declaration of which one he is or where he is on the spectrum at this point in his life, but it's something Freddy Newendyke's never forgotten. It's something he'll probably take to the grave.]

Turn over. [There's your cue, Lawrence Dimick, and despite his solid tone, the way Freddy's touching him suggests of course he would like to have the man's full cooperation.]

[Hair smells like sweat, cigarettes and faintly of smoke. There was a fire around after all. The words are stark, almost cold. Freddy will always be a cop. That's something that can't be changed. A cop did what he did the day of the heist. It was fucked before it started.]

When you're talking like that it's hard not to try and call you sir.

[As he turns on over to hand over himself to the kid. Full cooperation, otherwise it's a crime.]

You don't have to try.

[There's a kiss to the back of his ear, another to his nape, kisses down the back of his neck, then down his actual back, the broad expanse of it and any scars on him. Freckled hands work their way down Lawrence Dimick's sides, down to his hips and between his thighs to feel his cock. A sizable even when cut cock. He loves to have it in his hand as much as he does his mouth or his ass. It's having unfettered access to this old man's body that satisfies him. Now the last layer of clothing's getting peeled off and tossed.]

I'd rather say Freddy or baby or something. Sir might be--[there's a short shaky intake of breath for those hands at his thighs and on his dick. His insides about go wild a moment and he isn't even jacking him off or anything yet.]

Be too formal or serious.

[He can about hear the fabric hit the floor. Larry looks over his shoulder.]

Damn.

[That uncut cock is a treat to see.]

I like whatever you wanna call me, Larry.

[Another soft whisper to his skin before Freddy's leaving him entirely to fish for lube. We he comes back though it's with packet in hand and uncut dick closer to the old man's face.]

This one's for your ass. [He waves to square.] Take care of the rest.

[He's not even being subtle with the way Freddy presses the wet head to Larry's bottom lip.]

[Commands like turn over, take care of this. Like it or not, the old man is wet.]

Not too loudly here. Everybody'd hear.

[Let what they hear just not be names. Larry is drooling by the time that uncut piece of flesh is working in his mouth.]

Mmmm.

I wouldn't mind wakin'em up like this.

[Oh shit that's the stuff. He keeps his hands off Larry's head for now, letting the man work his cock however he feels like--as long as it's with his mouth. In the meantime Freddy tears open the packet to grease up his fingers.]

Get it [Huff.] good and wet, baby.

[These fingers are reaching over to rub the cool lubricant over Mr. White's asshole. It's almost like getting high on power but even higher knowing he never has to prove that to his old man. His old man gives it up willingly.]

It is better noisy.

[Mouth is about fixed on his cock up and down and swirling over the tip to curl on under and take him deeper. Cold touch of lube to his as has him tense and flinch but only for a second before he tilts his hips to try and get more of it.]

Of course, big guy.

[Bigger than Eames. Heh.]

[All that mouthing only encourages the kid to grind between the old man's lips. It's a moderate shallow rhythm, no need to fuck the guy's face, that's what his ass is for. He's working his fingers into Larry too at a pace that matches his hips. One finger, then two, both both at just the middle knuckles, no deeper.]

Feel ready yet...tough guy?

[Huff huff. Freddy's skin is warmed up and flush. And come on now he's the same size as Mary Poppins, he's just got proportions behind him.]

[Hands will go to the kid's hip but no other place. Freddy could fuck his face if he wanted. The old man's getting just what he wants. Rumbles of moans may reverberate through the organ between his lips.]

Mmmm hmmm.

[His lips slip off and he licks the underside of his shaft base to tip.]

I am. Fuck me. [A lean on in and he kisses above the wiry patch of hair at his groin. Proportions, proportions. Whether or not it's the same size the old man had no desire to jump right on it. Likely because it wasn't attached to Freddy the right way.]

[Well look at that. His cock is practically shining with saliva from base to tip. That sure says he's ready, it was Larry's job to make him so anyway. There's a brush of his other hand over the old man's brown hair, peppered with gray in places unless he's been coloring it again. Freddy can't decide which he likes best, Larry showing his age through the gray or Larry showing his age through the very act of dying it. It's practically endearing. Those other two fingers scissor, a little prize for the kiss but hardly anything like the reward he's about to receive.]

I'm gonna, keep your cool.

[Fingers out. He combs his hand through Larry's hair one more time before slipping back off the bed to make his way around. Expect a smack to that behind, Mr. White, while Mr. Orange gets poised and ready.]

[That joke is a groaner. Hell, he is but for a different reason. How can he keep his cool with strong, freckled fingers getting him ready for something bigger.

The old man's trying to give up on coloring. Freddy said it didn't matter. There are places that are darker by contrast. It's a slow process. A sort of personal battle with coming to grips with the fact that the hill is just a hill and everybody's gotta be on it or over it at sometime.]

Trying, baby. [Freddy. Not too many names. The walls are no doubt very thin. Part of the appeal. He gasps at suddenly feeling vacant. Cool down, the guy said there's more to come.]

When you get like this it's real hard to keep it together.

[And that's even without taking down some cheap shit criminal.]

[Larry is a groaner so that criticism is moot, heh heh heh. Meanwhile he keeps the wet head of his cock pressed right up against the old man's hole, pushing on but not pushing in just yet. He's teasing the guy, rubbing his skin with his freckled hands, warming him up like that's going to help him keep it together.]

Don't fall apart on me, can't fuck you in pieces.

[Freddy remarks as he leans forward, now guiding himself into Larry. It's not a slow shallow gesture as he did with his mouth either. This one's a slow but firm and deliberate push, to get as much of his cock into Mr. White in one move.]

[There's a long, drawn out moan for the way he pushes on into his ass. Larry keeps his legs spread and doesn't want to start gripping at the sheets.]

Gonna draw this one out huh?

[The strain in his voice takes the effect of his backtalk. Here, he'll shift to support his upper body by slipping a hand on down between his legs, past his cock to touch on the length of Freddy that's not buried on in yet.]

Oh fuck.

[He's not the only one straining but considering who's on top Freddy doesn't think he has it as bad as Larry (or as good, really). See just look at the way that paw is grabbing for him. It's got the kid licking his chops.]

Put the rest of me in...if you want it so bad.

[Huff puff. For the record it took a lot for Freddy to get those words out without a groan. Again freckled hands are on him, this time kneading his rear, the top of it. Farther up his back so the kid's already in the right position. It'll just take more effort on the old man's part, just the way he wants it.]

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