whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

Naw...no complaints.

[He brushes saliva slicked fingers through curling brown hair. Now he's got enough sense to shift a way that'll allow him a kiss between their mouths.]

Well you. [Kiss.] Got. [Another kiss.] Smart taste.

[The bed he means. Maybe.]

Good.

[Ah. There we go. He was expecting this sooner or later. How nice for him to want kisses no matter where that mouth has been...in both cases. It's dirty and perfect. Now Lawrence Dimick is completely occupied.]

I know. [Lick.] What. [Kiiiss.] My man. [A longer kiss, enough to nearly loose his train of thought.] Needs.

[And right now, where they are it ain't action figures. The stress of going on patrol and day to day survival needs its release. Who is Dimick kidding? He needs it too.]

You. [More kissing.] Need it. [And licking.] Too.

[He calls Larry out on his oh so charitable and generous nature. What they do serves both of them, whether or not one is feeling selfish or altruistic, it's just how it works. Maybe it's because seeing one happy makes the other feel good. Those are softer thoughts Freddy rarely ever voices but in his case actions can speak louder than words. Look at how wrapped up he is in his man, is there any other more honest gesture?]

Do I gotta pull outta you?

[The kid asks like he's expecting a 'no' when they both know separation is necessary. After all a guy can't go on living his day to day with a dick up his ass.]

I sure do. [Guilty smile. So much time spent together, it's practically telepathy somedays. Others it'd be great to have a decoder ring.]

Out? Yeah. Off? Nah. Not yet.

[Laying together saves space on the bed. It also gives a little time for whatever space was stained to dry.

Day to day, no. However night to night for a valued portion of time? Who says that he can't do that? Two paws for each ass cheek to guide him out.]

How 'bout you come back tomorrow, we'll see about then?

[If it means that Mr. Orange is gonna lay down the hammer like he had just now.]

I might have to sleep on it, give it some thought you know?

[Freddy jokes before pulling out, slow and steady. Fuck you just never get used to that feeling, he thinks to himself, making another low sigh until they're separated. Below the waist anyway. Another oof and he's resting against Larry's back, the littler spoon despite being in the big spoon's place. Hah. Wiry arms circle White.]

I don't know what the fuck I'd do without you.

[The kid shakes his head, talking quietly under the rainfall.]

Well. Okay. I mean, don't---rush things.

[He's trying real hard to keep it cool. Took effort to fit on in, it takes effort to pull out. Larry feels that he's earned the right to make as much noise as he sees fit until he's only full of cum, not cock.

Take him by surprise why don't you with the spooning. It feels great. Wiry warm body at his back.]

I don't wanna think about it. ....you know you don't have to either.

[Not about the past and for the future. As it stands the world coming apart is not a thing to separate them. This time.]

I know.

[Freddy replies against Larry's skin. He draws a lighter knee up to rest between the old man's thighs, gently nudging his balls but most importantly close to his entrance. If Larry's gonna leak he wants him to leak his own cum on himself. As if that's going to keep the bed immaculate, hah.]

All the same you're still a sneaky bastard.

[He presses a kiss to White. And he loves him that way.]

But I ain't no madman.

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