whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Uh huh.

[A shiver runs right down his spine, possibly right into that tongue.]

Fuck. Making it your own personal dumping ground.

[For cum originally, now saliva. Whatever he wants it ain't bad. After gripping at the bed and trying not to stroke himself he reaches back to grip flappy hair or maybe his shoulder...whatever.]

Shit. Baby get me real wet so nothin' stops your cock.

[Licking and probing as much as he can maybe it's no wonder girls used to happily date a dork like Freddy Newendyke. Tongue out again just so he can spit on Larry's hole. With that paw on his head the kid just wants to dive in and dine on Mr. White.]

I'm counting on it. Say when.

[He licks again to bring any saliva trailing towards his balls back up to his asshole. Then Freddy dips his tongue inward once more followed by a freckled hand reaching between Larry's knees to stroke his cock.]

[All those slim, shapely legs splayed open for him oblivious to the idea that it is a limited time only performance. There's a whole new audience that's just about dying for his talent.]

Oh fuck.

[More tilting back on into his tongue. Balls too? There's an unmistakable low grunt that anybody'll know is coming from an explicit act if anyone is around to sneak a listen.]

Kinda like you got two dicks.

[Heh. Well. Freddy knows how to mouth off. It's a unique experience. And no one with a cunt or tits are going to feel that again he firmly believes.

Saliva, why can't you be a little on the thicker side?]

[Saying it like that just makes Freddy miss the all too short friendship with Colossus. Then again if people have their stuff where everything is fucking glass maybe Colossus is over there just waiting for them. Silver Surfer too. And the pin up girls.]

Mmm... [Mr. Orange sounds against Mr. White's ass, tongue drawing out to lick a trail down to his balls and again back up. He spits a third time on the old man.] Just got one. It's a good one though. Are you ready for it?

Oh yeah.

[Even if he's not, he can't wait any longer. There should be enough spit. Larry will gladly accept the consequences. It's what a hard living and hard loving criminal does in life. Colossus is not what he wants to get filled up with.]

Fuck me.

[Legs splay and he lifts his rear some in the air while the rest of him is closer to the mattress. Is this even how Freddy wants it? Even if he doesn't, admire your handy work, Newendyke. Properly damp and malleable.]

[It kind of is and kind of isn't. On one hand it's a classic and Freddy loves it when Larry plows the crap out of him from behind. On the other hand, Larry isn't Freddy and if there's one thing Freddy knows about Larry it's the joy he gets from being able to look eye to eye while fucking, getting fucked. Remember, Newendyke, he brought home a bed. Fuck him like you're on one.]

You look great. [He praises before giving Mr. White an unceremonious push onto his side.] This is better.

[Oof. On he goes to separate Larry's legs, the one Freddy's straddling stays straight while the other bends at the knee, high enough to be out of the way. Before he can put it in he's got to spit on his hand, an extra measure of caution that he smears onto the tip of his cock.] Now I'll fuck you, baby.

[Orange leans forward, one hand to guide himself, one hand pressing on White's thigh for leverage.]

[No matter where or how the kid tops, it is done with an intensity and mastery. That first rodeo to the song of a black magic woman was so long ago, his skill level isn't even in the same range. The student is in some ways surpassing the--tutor. Larry Dimick has learned more along with Freddy in bed and out of. He's learned that after being stupidly thoughtful he wants to fuck face to face. Somehow.]

You know you can ask.

[He says with fake indignity even as his limbs are arranged. Knee bent and on his side he can see. Larry reaches to help guide Freddy on in.]

There we go, that's what I want.

[Licking his chops like a hungry bear. It's always intense to be spread on open. No fingers or lube this time. To say it's intense to feel the head of his cock crowning through his ring piece is a start. His brow furrows but there's no whisper of John Connor.]

You don't want--to be asked. [Huff huff.] You want to be told.

[Freddy argues as he clutches the old man's limbs. Is he wrong, Lawrence Dimick? Prove it if he is. He dares you. The way that paw is working to help guide him in just reinforces Freddy's own belief, that Larry, though a face-to-face romantic that he is, can and wants to withstand a little rough housing too.]

Oh shit....

[The kid shudders. He's buried almost balls deep into the old man and already he's succumbing to the tightness. Fuck has all this time in the desert tightened up his end too? Now that he thinks about it maybe that's why bending over for Larry the other day felt like bending over for a club. A very warm club. Orrrr it could just be the lack of lube. Who knows.] You feelin' good yet?

[Now comes the slow grind.]

Tellin' me to lay there and take it, that what you're [there's strain in his voice that's what you call a tight fit] tellin' me?

[There are a considerable combination of factors that could be why. The desert, no lube, that unwrapped sizable girth penetrating his insides.... all of them, none of them. Larry doesn't care yet.]

Oh shit. [Short nails are making marks into the skin of Freddy's thigh.] Fuck me, cowboy.

[Rough and tough.]

Oh yeah. That's what I'm tellin' you.

[Freddy groans as grinding slowly turns to thrusting. Short thrusts at first then longer ones, all of them ending with a pronounced slap of rear to lap. At this angle he's able to fuck Larry as deep as his not quite as long cock can go.]

Like this--tough guy?

[His other hand goes roaming up the old man's side.]

[Not quite as deep, huh? Well feels like he's tunneling in all the right ways. Even though he established that's what the old man should do down below he's attempting to move along to compliment this fucking.]

Yes. [It's one word but a long low hiss. Here, he'll grab his own bent knee and hold it on up for the kid.]

Goddamn. I love you fucking my ass.

[Freddy. Freddy Newendyke. He'd say it out loud and proud if there was no chance there were other ears listening. Hopefully the kid will get what he means.

[With a gesture like that how can Freddy not go to fucking town on him? Hands firmly planted on him but not yet stroking him. He'll reach between those legs eventually however right now is dedicated to carving his own space into Larry Dimick.]

I love you too, man.

[Not quite what Mr. White said yet it translates quite the same doesn't it? Freddy curls over far enough to kiss at his skin. He might not be tall enough in the torso to reach Larry's mouth.]

[How great of a time to test out the bed. It's springy in all the right ways.

That's what he meant in a round about way. He said that he loves Freddy fucking his ass because Freddy loves to hear it, and well...same difference.]

Fuck. [Huff. Puff. The increased speed is appreciated and instantly noticed. From ring piece to prostate, it's all tattooed with name of the estate owner.

Touch his own dick or keep rolling with the punches? The bear can't decide. Those lips are burning on his skin. He was damp with rain now there's a sheen of sweat. Somewhere in his head he thinks they should be listening to "Riders on the Storm"...except they have before.]

You're amazing.

[He manages to shudder out before kissing Lawrence Dimick again. Freddy's been working up something intense out in the desert too, patrolling as he's been, on the alert, shooting and running for their lives. He's putting his back into each thrust, using all that rediscovered strength and energy.]

Want me to--[Huff.] Jack you off, too?

[This particularly thrust brings their bodies flush up against each other so he can grind against the old man, eagerly awaiting his answer.]

[He is? Really? He's not the one who is pulling out all of the stop. Fuck, that strong slim body. Is this what it's like with Colossus? Ain't about size, it's about performance. For fear of losing his grip on his own knee Larry hauls it a fraction higher and is amazed at a difference so much he forgets to speak. That was a question.]

Uh-huh. [Brown hair is starting to curl with the rain water and sweat. In case his answer isn't distinguishable he nods.]

Give it to me, man.

[That big cut dick is getting wet too, it's got nothing to do with the weather.]

[If only the kid could claim he's the reason the old man's hair is curling. Ah well. With that affirmation Freddy shifts to free one hand while still fucking away at that ass deeply and completely. Freckled fingers curl around this thick wet shaft, goddamn if only he was flexible enough to suck on Larry while fucking him. That would be a sight. Instead he has to settle for just staring down at him, damp floppy hair falling into his own eyes staring at brown ones.]

Come for me, baby. Come on.

[His pumping fist is going out of pace compared to his thrusts, just another way to underscore two distinct acts.]

[Brown eyes look on back even though his sight is wavering. That's how good it is. Maybe his prostate and ass will never be the same. There is a heat emanating, there might be burning later small price to pay. Sucked or fucked as long as it's Mr. Orange himself. This is what's worth fighting for, going soft for. ]

I'm gonna. [Can that knee hook around him? He tries to, whether its his torso or a leg, whatever it takes. Freckled skilled fingers work him over so well like his own damn hand.]

I'm gonna. Fuck.

[And he can't even keen out a name. Larry doesn't want to bother with anything else. His insides almost violently clench at a moment's notice and he's unloading. His face is still turned to keep looking at Freddy but with his eyes rolling back and glazing over, he's a million miles away.]

[Oh shit that constriction around his cock makes fucking the daylights out of Larry even harder but it's the tightness before the flow and getting Larry to unload is the first priority. What it doesn't do is stop his fist from stroking him.]

Good man, keep it--keep it comin'.

[Freddy breathes, burying his dick as deep as he can to grind against his prostate. He wants to milk every last drop out of Mr. White until he can come himself. Do they even have sheets on this thing? First day with the bed and they're already making a mess. Freddy calls it breaking the bed in.]

[Thin pale blue cotton sheets actually. It was all he could come up with. Part of the deal. He insisted that they be cleaned. They smell clean. Awash in sensation each time he blinks he swears for a second that they're where they should be. That's not rain it's the static from their TV. It's the mattress on Freddy's bed, all the sheets and comfortable pillows have fallen away. The Silver Surfer is vigilantly watching as always without judgment.

Except not. The paint is peeling, the floor is dirty. Two grown men are fucking like wild rabbits. Who could ask for more?]

I am. [He's got to with his prostate being hit head on each time. Freddy's hand isn't pussy or ass but whatever he does that make fucking his fist so good he needs to never give up. Don't think that he doesn't notice how much he's tightened up while coming. The difference is even more apparent as he starts to slowly come on down.]

All my load is yours.

[To throw any place he likes, to wear or to ingest.]

[When they're twisted together like this it doesn't matter to Orange that they aren't in their comfortable apartment with all the luxuries he couldn't even imagine having when they first met.]

Thanks, old man.

[Freddy breathes steadily, doing his best to keep up this rhythm before he lets himself go to town on Larry's ass. First though, these messy fingers make their way up and over to White's lips. He teases them for entry, leaving a stain on the bottom. Does he have to say suck for Larry to get the idea?]

[Sufficiently loosened he will happily endure the kid going for his end. Especially if it means getting filled to the brim with his cum. Say. Speaking of which he darts his tongue out while trying to catch his breath. There it is. Once again he parts his lips and curls his tongue beneath but that's no cock. He goes at them like it's a cock.]

Mmmm. [Moans for that thorough fucking muffled.] Mmmmmph.

[He reaches on forward to pinch at Freddy's nipple, if not that at least claw on at his chest. The old bear is down but not out just yet.]

[Now it's the kid's turn to groan. That sucking and pinching is his green light. Fingers still in the old man's mouth he starts fucking him again, this time with no care for speed or depth, only how fast he wants to go and how deep he wants to go until he reaches orgasm.]

Fuck I love you.

[Freddy groans, giving Larry's ass another hard smack followed by a hard firm pinch. If he bruises he bruises, it's not like bruises are rare out here anymore.]

Shit. [The kid cuts himself off with reedy moaning as his cock and balls unload in his man.]

[Words of love and profanity? This old ticker could practically skip a beat with this sort of treatment. Tongue flicks between fingers inside of his mouth, he'll keep on sucking maybe even harder. Damn, now it would be nice to have a cock between his lips to kill the noise. He wants to listen to the vocals from this rock star here.

At the smacking, the bruising he has to talk back. Freddy can keep his saliva slick fingers any where he wants.]

Dump it all, baby.

[Right on into his ass. Bruises he will gladly where. Small reminders to them both about who is in charge when. Or that they love so hard it hurts and they got marks to prove it that aren't all scar tissue.]

I love you.

[Maybe it won't seem so cheesy and frank after this sort of fucking won't sound too soft.]

[Those fingers are going to have to come out of his mouth because Freddy here is collapsing over Larry, half-sprawled on top of the old man's side. He's big and broad enough for it after all.]

Jesus... [He breathes. Shudders.] Fuckin' crazy...

[You are, Freddy thinks quite fondly of the old man. Is this how soft men act? He doesn't really know what he was talking about before, the kid thinks to himself. Just another crazy Newendyke idea.]

[Legs curl around him, paws hold him down there too like he's gonna get on up and leave or something. Not at this rate. Full just like he wanted with the room smelling like sex and rain. Now he is feeling less deprived of oxygen. Being broad has its advantages even with a body on him.]

Is that a complaint?

[Because he doesn't care enough to stop being crazy if crazy is what keeps them living like this. Could it be problematic that the old man takes Newendyke ideas so seriously? Even when they grow from the seeds of inexperience?]

I just got you something you'll like and make use out of, I don't think that's crazy at all.

[The bed he means. Heh.]

But I ain't no madman.

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