But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Oh fuck now it's Freddy Newendyke's heart that's racing. All the things he wanted confirmed, the reality of it, tempts him to just fucking crash right into those thick arms. Forget this ever happened. Just go back to being the way they were. No Newendyke, you're not in a goddamn fairytale, it don't work that way.]

Thanks, Larry.

[Freckled fingers turn to squeeze thick knuckled ones. Then without a second thought he leans up to kiss the old man, mouth to mouth. Lips pressed shut but firm.]

[whitetwoguns]

[A touch could have satisfied him for days. Larry lightly shuts his eyes and carefully puts his arms on the body standing so close to him. Close lipped is no less of a kiss and he wills himself to behave. How long can they stay close together because he'll milk it for all he's worth without trying to drag it on. Don't blame him, Freddy. He's addicted to you. Feeling brave and surprisingly better he pulls back slowly.]

We'll be in touch.

[It's not dating. This is a break with no promise of reunion besides sticking around. Paws come off of their resting place one by one. Freddy's his own man, not to be clutched on.]

[orangetoughguy]

[God being held like this feels so good. Larry's not the only one fighting his own temptation to keep it, to rush head on once more. Not tonight, Newendyke, at least one more night. Freddy's not sure if he could make it.]

Okay.

[Softly spoken followed by a nod. Then the inevitable separation. Orange wills himself to take a half-step back.] I'll see you around.

[Will that be enough to keep Larry from packing up his stuff?]

[whitetwoguns]

[Get back now or you'll lose all the ground you've covered. One step, then another of his own. There's the slightest tang of Marlboro on his lips. It's not enough. It never has been, and likely will never be enough of Mr. Orange for him. Larry puts a hand in his own pocket. He's not the sort to wave so he smooths down his tie.]

G'night, kid.

[He's got a motel room to go back to, things to think over more so than ever. And if no answers come he can at least get a better night's sleep.]