whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Watch his body move and flex because Larry's not the only one who tightened up after a tour in the desert. Freddy's looking a little more defined although admittedly not quite as jacked as certain others. Not that it matters much, the kid knows how to use his body at whatever state it's in and right now it's in a state of sheer fucking satisfaction.]

Uhhh. Fuck.

[That pitch rocks him forward a little, enough to rock back and turn grinding into shallow thrusts. For now.] Uh huh. Enough for a taste, you know? No close up shit though, can't give everything away.

[Boy did he. Makes the old man wanna oil him up or something, get him real slick everywhere. Thanks to Colossus even if the old man is down, he's not out. Seeing as Freddy's just raring to go right out with the sunrise he better watch himself.]

Just enough to get the idea, to wanna be involved.

[Shallow? There's an extended, happily exasperated sigh.]

Except. [Huff.] Only one at a time. [There's a solid, swift smack to his ass.]

[That smack of a paw gets him panting and clenching around the old man. How's all the exasperated sighing now huh? Freddy sets his own hand on Larry's shoulder, anchoring there so his thighs can work harder. Faster. Deeper. He's upping the pace.]

Nobody else fucks you on my watch.

[Orange insists between huffs and puffs and a solid line of direct eye contact. He presses forehead to forehead too like this'll make him appear anymore menacing.]

Unless you wanna, then you gotta ask. [He licks his lips.]

[Tighter than he already is? He lets on just how good it feels without words.]

W-when I'm with the best kinda hard to want anything else.

[Go on and call it flattery. Right now he is beyond caring. It would be great to throw in tits and pussy to the equation. Right now his teeth are set on freckled flesh and his tight ass.

Eye contact. You know how that gets him kid. Really like their impromptu morning fucking is so much more than what they want to say. Sweat is coming up out of his skin. It might even be Freddy's they're so damn close.

In return he flicks his tongue on out for the salt of sweat and to touch his mouth. Now he puts both paws comfortably on his end to help him work up and down. There's a forceful squeeze too.]

Fuck. I love you.

[If the kid is making up for passing out on the old man the other night he sure as hell isn't saying so. That kind of thing goes without saying, right? That he's sorry whether or not it's really his fault, that he would never want to give him such a fucking scare, that Freddy loves Larry and Larry's body no matter how old or scarred. The way his ass is sinking, pulling, and those eyes are staring, mouth pursing to meet his tongue, it ought to be undeniable. But Orange has never been the best with words so instead of telling him he loves him also he leans inward to groan against White then kiss him. Let him feel it on both ends, taken up into paws, fucking wrapped up in Lawrence Dimick.]

[Lip to tip in Freddy Newendyke. It all kinda makes him feel light headed, even in the realm of giddy except that's a very private emotion. Ridiculous. Usually its associated with the high you get walking away with a hundred dollars or more without the mark knowing or a clean getaway. Mr. Orange has always been a thrill.

Never a dull moment. Even if it may be for the worse. Passing out is one for the books. He is trying not to think that maybe this could lead to another. Cut the man some more credit than that. He even said that he would be regulating his vicodin differently. Some help you are in drilling into him right on back. The pad of Larry's thumb brushes against where their bodies meet. Heat and dampness of lube, sweat and maybe some precum makes it all slick to the touch.

As their saliva mixes, he wonders if there's a way he could jack off the man.]

Mmmph...

[Freddy moans into Larry's mouth. The kid doesn't seem to be paying attention to his own dick at the moment so he makes no indication of asking the old man to handle him. It doesn't mean he doesn't want to be handled either, of course, only that right here right now Mr. Orange is content to buck up and down on Mr. White. Maybe it's because getting filled up in both ends occupies his mind spreading his attention thin.]

Mm. Baby. [A temporary parting only to breathe before it's his tongue pushing its way into the old man's mouth.]

[To think that they shied away from that word at all costs once upon a time. They did a lot of things like wrapping up and pretending to just be friends. Could they even go back to any of that? Larry can't even think on it seriously.]

Mmmm.

[Right on back at you, Mr. Orange. He weasels a hand between them and decides to work off Freddy whether he is asking for it out loud or not. That bucking is most pleasant. The old man's got a feeling that he won't be able to ride along so steadily for much longer. This freckled fiend is controlling the pace and depth but the swollen head of his cock is distinctly coming up against prostate.]

[Well now you've gone and done it, Lawrence Dimick. A paw squeezing his cock acts like a fucking switch. Suddenly his mouth is off his and making noise. Groans and grunts, moaning and aching like he's fucking dying. Freddy's whole body is moving faster to fuck his fist while getting fucked. Does Larry like it? Better hope he does because Orange isn't stopping for anything. He wants to come between them, ideally all over White's chest. Fingertips are digging into him enough to make a wildcat proud.]

Fuck, Larry. [He huffs.] Oh fuck.

[Another moan so close to a goddamn sob. Then he's shuddering, writhing, out of synch as his balls and his beaten prostate unload.]

[No. Lawrence Dimick doesn't like it. He loves it. Tighter, harder and faster with all the great vocals to go with it.]

That's it, Freddy. Come all over.

[Because chances are there won't be too much on the bed. The old man bucks underneath him and keeps on working his cock. Damn. Even though he was the one deep throating, he's at the finish leaving White to gasp like a fish out of water. Now that's what you call fucking tight.]

Jesus.

[Supposedly that's one of the benefits of being an older man. He may not be capable of reloading as soon as a guy like Orange but he's no premature peter either. He knows from personal experience just how long White can go without busting, sometimes long enough for this kid to blow his own load twice. Not this morning though, Freddy intends to milk the cum out of Larry. Consider it a matter of balance or tit for tat...and maybe Freddy just likes the feeling of having that much of Larry stuck up inside him first thing in the morning after a night of bulge festivities.]

Fuck man...fuck you got everything.

[More panting and huffing. His movements have slowed but they're not still. The kid's still grinding his ass on the old man. He presses a kiss to the underside of Larry's jaw.] What're you waitin' for...

[Fucking miracle he is managing to move while still holding onto his cut cock so damn tight. Even though there's nothing else to pump on out of his cock he keeps it up sliding. Okay. His time has come. Both paws on Freddy's ass again.]

Nothin'.

[He tilts his head back to get more of that mouth as he really lays claim to Freddy's ass and prostate. The springs on the bed sure help.]

They didn't have any money shots at your bar. Gotta make up for that.

[Boy his balls feel tight as they bounce with their pace. Not too much longer.]

[Doing that just makes things messier and that's exactly how Freddy likes it this morning. When those paws are on his ass he groans again right into Larry's mouth. Even being empty of cum doesn't stop his body from feeling every fucking movement, every nerve firing off signals that this feels goddamn amazing. But it has to feel just as good or even better for Lawrence Dimick now because he wants his body to be of high enough caliber to make him blow his fucking load.]

Fuck. Pound my ass, Mr. White. Fill me up.

[There you go, Dimmy, another cherry on top. Metaphorically speaking anyway.]

[He doesn't need the verbal encouragement but it is something pushing his won body even harder for this man. Age is a fact that works against him. Mr. White's not a quitter though. He lasted an admirable amount of time and made the guy come. Now it is his turn. Faster. Harder.]

Fuck!

[There we go. He's unloading. Surely Freddy feels it before the old man says a thing. And he'll grind it all up into his ass to make sure it stays there. All part of the perks.]

There you go, m-man...

[Freddy shudders, well accustomed to the cues and signals of Larry stepping off the edge to lose his load wherever he sees fit and goddamn it's wonderful this morning he sees fit to lose it up the kid's ass.]

Keep goin' Larry, lemme have it.

[He breathes heavy, wishing he could reach back and feel him in him but instead of potentially causing any more guilt by pushing himself the kid just strokes his freckled fingers through the old man's hair. They'll be showering off anyway so what deal is a little fumbling and teasing of his peppered brown hair?]

[He only just starts to get control of his tongue. Freddy is still on him all snug and tight. Holy fuck.]

You got it, baby.

[And all the breathless and about biting kisses he can give since the kid is so close. Larry keeps up the pace for them even though it's resorted to a lazy grinding.]

I'd fuck you like that in a club.

[Huff. Not for all the eyes to see.]

[The sounds the kid makes are akin to muffled moaning when their mouths are pressed together. When they're apart he can't help but lick his lips, Larry's and his own.]

In the front or in the back?

[How's that for a smartass yet oh so relevant remark. It matters because one day it might happen.]

[Sneaky little shit. Sometimes the old man wonders if Freddy can look on into his head. Sluggishly he rubs up that freckled back.]

Depends on how busy it is in the front.

[Of course he'll have to explain more. Larry smirks a little to himself and appreciates those licks. His lips were feeling dry.]

If it's booming then yeah. I'd have you right on in my lap in a booth and nobody'd be the wiser. They'd think you were drunk and just groovin'.

[Heavy hands on his back like that make him want to stretch and meow or wheel his leg like a dog.]

Oh yeah? You're kinda nasty.

[Dirty old man. Hah as if Freddy's one to talk.] Then I'd take you in the back.

[Get it? Heh heh heh.]

[Since he's neither he can do whatever he pleases. Larry cranes his neck to press his mouth to Freddy's jaw and neck.]

Nasty? Is that a complaint?

[Teeth drag but don't bite. All that mouth on you, Mr. Orange. Talking like that even though you road on into town on hot hard dick.]

Oh. I get it. Lure me and drag me along, make me believe I'm in charge then just stick it right to me.

[Maybe his smile can't be see, it is there though. He punctuates this point by grinding while they're still together. Shit does that feel good.]

[He tilts his head to give Lawrence Dimick more access to his neck.] Naw. Ain't complainin'.

[Grinding like that will get all the low pleased sighs in the world...followed by another typical wiseass Mr. Orange remark.]

Somebody's gotta loosen you up.

[More neck means more kissing and more of an opportunity to mark him up. He is not going to work right? Then it'll be a little something for him to have to see in the bathroom mirrors. Something like that. This close he can smell the bar he's been to with the cigarette smoke and booze.]

That what you want outta me? Because looks like you'll need to get in more practice.

[Like it is something so woefully wrong.]

[Nope. No work. Yep. Yes he smells. All the more reason to take a shower now that cum's been added to the mix. Anyone with a decent working nose can smell the essence of cocksucker deeply soaked in his skin.]

What?

[Freddy leans up, denying him his neck now to stare down at Larry. Fff. As if he needs the practice.] I'm as much a fuck machine as you, old man.

[He's not really arguing as indicated by the smirk tugging the corner of his lips.]

[Into the skin, into the blood stream and right on into his brain. That is if it is something that's acquired. Larry doesn't seem to think so. Since the kid is sitting up giving him the eye he'll pull paws away again to recline back like he's sunning himself.]

I guess.

[Woah. Sure is difficult to not show all teeth delivering that one.]

Except, well, how come I'm so tight then huh?

[If Freddy could cross his arms comfortably he would. Because he can't he'll just give a shrug of that good shoulder and a wave of his freckled hand.]

We're not all blessed with what a guy like you is packin'. I gotta use my head. Maybe my hands.

[The kid flexes his left arm except the important part isn't his bicep or triceps or whatever, it's the fist he's making. Don't push it, Lawrence Dimick (Freddy's joking, he would never, unless Larry asked for it...)]

But I ain't no madman.

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