whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Lumbering right behind like the big ol bear he is. Since he has two paws and they have not yet reached their destination he opts to come on real close.]

At least tell me about where you found your dirty picture.

[And maybe how he got when he got to see it hanging on their linen closet. The other gals on the wall might be jealous.]

I told you, a leather shop. My leather shop.

[He says it like he goes there often, heh heh heh. Sit down, Dimick. This one arm pulls and manipulates like he might be ready to snap cuffs onto his thick wrist. But no, Freddy's just looking to get Larry's big old bear butt down on the couch. There's a lot he can do with one free hand and that includes getting the movie started.]

I had to bring'em home and show how much they're welcome. I don't know if your girls are cool with my guys.

[Orange talks like they're divided children, farthest from the truth.]

[That he did hear. And not too long ago. Huff. All the times that Freddy wants to diverge into a story it's not the time the old man wants about every detail. That they got hanging up there is a precious find in his book.]

How much fine art they got there?

[Maybe not enough to catch a caramel apple green eye. Once planted he doesn't do much but adjust. Riled in his briefs he'll have to sit tight.]

My girls got us. They gotta be cool.

[Brown eyes are following wherever he goes to set up the movie.]

You welcomed em with a movie and your hand.

A couple here and there. A couple solos too. Lots of holes.

[Freddy shrugs like he didn't really get that good of a look to begin with which is actually sort of the truth. It's the cowboy get up and the look of the pair that truly caught his attention. Hah of course the old man would vouch for the ladies. Freddy don't mind.]

I sure did. I had Rough On The Ranch playin' while I...

[He licks his fingers as if he's about to demonstrate what one does before tickling the neck of a giraffe, but instead the kid's just putting the DVD case with all those oiled naked ranch hands on it aside. Here we go, The Temple of Doom. By the way are you getting a good look at this rear while he's bent over doing stuff to the TV, Dimmy?]

We should go next time. Y'don't need to keep it a secret.

[Unless it's become like cheers. He does have plenty of those movies.]

Rough On The Ranch. [Funny title that sounds more than appropriate. The DVD case and that rear sure don't cut him a break. Since his back is turned Dimmy might be more handsy in his adjust. This might be moderately visible from the reflecting television screen.]

Did you work your arm any?

[Wow. Something that doesn't involve the gutter grade subject matter. Dimick has his priorities straight.]

I don't keep it a secret, I'm totally open for a date if you're gonna ask me out.

[Freddy says with his best impression of a teenager. Oh he can tell too and it ain't stoppin' him, in fact it just makes the kid keep on truckin'. Here we go; press play. Now he's joining Larry at the couch again, just standing in front though, looking down at the guy (because it's the only way he can).]

Which one.

[You get lots of points for trying, Mr. White, but it's semi-pointless because Orange he's already taken a dive. Fingers reach on down to do the rest of the adjustment for him, by which Freddy really means to take Larry out of his pants.]

[A date. ...They have gone on a few of those haven't they. Except to say boyfriend isn't accurate. They're not boys. It's flimsy, endearing and oh so true. What else can be said? White grins like a school boy as he answers.]

Sure I am asking. Would you go and wear my pin too?

[Pins are different than rings. Less marriage oriented and more going steady. Nothing fucking new.]

The bad one.

[He tenses with the help but then ends up spreading his knees.]

Why you got one for me?

[It's not a trick question, honest, because if Larry really does have a pin Freddy here would really consider wearing it on him somehow. The inside pocket's not a cop out right? He's known guys on the job who hid their rings and special photos because the less scumbags on the street know about you the better. Funny how it worked out the other way for his cover. Oof. Here we go, out of the sling. The kid sets it aside before kneeling between Larry's thighs.]

A little, you do it a lot better.

[Freddy admits as he presses his cheek to the inside of the old man's leg. For a moment he looks sweet and affectionate, a doting young guy, like that thick cut cock isn't waiting for him just inches away.]

[Is that a yes? Really?]

Not yet.

[Now he'll want to find the perfect pin. Something that really says that he cares and that the kid would be proud to wear. Huff.]

Better?

[He's not talking on arms anymore. Blame that mouth and the contrast between his shaven cheek to bristled thighs.]

I'll take care of it.

[That arm. Yeeeep.]

[Well it's not a game of chicken...is it? The kid would feel like a fool if the old man was just trying to test his loyalty. A real honest to goodness pin is not outside the realm of possibility, Freddy wants Larry to understand that.]

Way better. It's kinda weird working on yourself with just one hand when you're used to two now, you know?

[Well, Lawrence Dimick, do you? Freddy purses his mouth to brush his lips along the underside of Larry's very much cut yet very much savory head.]

[If the old bear had it his way it would be something bigger, something that really made a statement that would let everybody know. That is not ideal for their lifestyle when they don't want people to know their real names, the differences between them. It's best left to a small token. Saying anything of the sort was a slip. This subject should be revisited later.

It'll have to be one fucking great pin.]

Y'could have waited up. I got two hands.

[One of them is in Freddy's hair again. His legs splay at the knees even more, the rest of his legs hook around the freckled kneeling man. He's trying not to let out a shuttering sigh. Fat chance.]

Suck it.

I waited after. Here you are.

[Freddy explains like it was magic and lots of praying that brought Larry back home today. Maybe that's exactly what it was one time before. Oof, hugged by these thick legs, there's really nothing else he can do but suck, right?]

Okay.

[The kid's mouth hoods over him, wet and warm, pursed tight.]

You know I can't keep away.

[Oh there's magic alright, the kind that people work for.]

Damn, Freddy.

[The film is rolling and they're not paying attention. Who needs to.]

Wanna--wanna know something? I promise I'm not bullshitting.

[Huff. Combing on through his hair, encouraging him to take it all in.]

[But Short Round demands attention!! Not that Freddy here plans to give him any. He's too busy pushing and pulling his mouth over Larry's cock, slow and even-paced. Steady. Until the old man asks a question so his lips drag back up to suck on the head momentarily before his mouth is off.]

What's that?

[Another kiss to his cockhead. Green eyes are peering up. Bullshitting about what? And no it's not an innocent act.]

You're so much better than that guy at the club.

["Docktah Jones!" Short Round is gonna keep on shouting for it. Larry grins like a school boy.]

More of a natural.

[Less sloppy. That must be what some shits enjoy. The old man is so hardwired to Freddy that it could be another reason for that.]

.....

[Really? Better than Rocky? The Golden Adonis? That one time trick from the sex club? Really? Freddy is so fucking flattered he licks at his hand to then curl his fingers around Larry and stroke him.]

That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me.

[Sort of. It is for the moment. He can't think of anything sweeter in recent memory, well, except for the part where Larry would give him his pin. Lips tighten again and his eyes stay locked on brown ones.]

[Usually this is met with some sort of a brush off. He has come to notice that Freddy's got a problem with taking direct compliments which only makes him want to compliment him more. Where is the line? What exactly constitutes as flattery or bullshit?

Not this.

With that freckled hand in motion he lets out a long moan. Oh yeah. This motherfucker is gonna get a pin. Starting tomorrow the search is on for the perfect one.]

Nice of you to give the guy a chance for experience. I bet he had never felt what it's like to be filled up by a man like you.

[Dirty sweet nothings. Is there a way he can carefully position his foot to rub on up against Freddy's uncut masterpiece? He'll try between intervals of enjoying a very skilled blowjob.]

[Look at the kid getting into it, one hand pumping, his whole mouth alternating between sucking and licking all over the head. When his mouth comes off again it shows a distinct thick string of saliva.]

Not many guys do. Lucky him.

[Freddy boasts, being on the lower end of average stature as he is and he could care less. Whoa is that a foot? His thighs press around it in a half-attempt to pretty much grind back against Larry.]

[That's either the power of confidence or Freddy reaffirming just how good he is. Larry doesn't care either way. Feels fucking amazing. It almost aches to have his mouth on off already.

Get it together.]

Lucky me.

[He gets it all the time. Foot is careful to only tilt on up enough to rub behind his balls.]

Gonna gimme a taste of that now? Is that what you said?

[Since they're not watching Batman.]

I sure am.

[Can his toes feel how hard he is now? Freddy carefully puts his busted wing to some use, undoing his own pants so he doesn't pop a seam with how erect he's getting at the idea.]

Don't know if you're ready yet.

[Mouth back on him to look up. The fingers that were stroking Larry Dimick? They're now tugging the rest of the old man's pants down off his hips.]

[Good. Thinking on it now, remembering how he looked mounting that golden body it's making Dimick want to reclaim what's his. They can engage in some casual encounters and still be rock steady.

Rock would also be a good way to describe what's under his toes.]

Baby, can't you tell?

[That's impressive double hand work! He laughs a little. This is not what the doctor meant by sparing use of his injured hand. Oh well. The old man is wiggling enough to help pull them off and away.]

Looks like it.

[He concludes with a nice steady look over Larry's hard on.]

Get the lube.

[That's an order.]

[Like Indy and Short Round, they work very well together. He's gotta lean to one side and then reach past Freddy to the table. This may be sticking his ready hard on in his face. Oops. The gun oil is laying around somewhere. It is half hidden by a box of Chesterfields, underneath the magazine.]

You mean this?

[Oof. Gee Lawrence Dimick your dick is so big and hard it could gouge an eye like that. Fortunately Freddy manages to keep both green eyes intact and leans in to take another lick of his cock.]

You know exactly what I mean.

[Fingers are reaching back to press so damn close to Lawrence Dimick's hole. Is he gonna keep on teasing now?]

[Just like that? On his side? On the couch? Doctor Jones in the jungle?]

It isn't no sloppy cocksucker's ass.

[No wrapping up. He isn't about to squirm like a high school honey (even though the way those fingers touch up on him conjure something like it).]

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