whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[He's one to ask really. The place he got isn't too different. Larry nods.]

One of those then. [Nod, nod.]

I don't even think the guy was awake when I put money down.

[Same thing, Freddy. Honest.]

A beer would be great.

[Even though he knows it's coming he is slow to let go of those fingers so he can get the beverages. Still he'll follow a little, looking here and there about the place recognizing the pieces.]

You put money down?

[The kid quips at the expense of the old man's background, hehehe. Fingers curl briefly before they're released. The kitchenette is just two steps away, literally, so fresh cold beers are out and cracked open.]

It sucks rotten balls, I know. You can tell me.

[Freddy insists in a joking manner with regards to the quality of his place.]

At the counter.

[No way in hell he is looking to buy his little slice of shit. The hot water only runs so hot. And the cold water when you turn it on at first runs scalding.]

That's not what I'm saying it's not bad. You know, for a broom closet.

[He takes a seat on the one and only couch.]

Hah hah hah.

[That's better. Freddy takes a seat on the couch arm because that's where he fits and also because it lets him face the old man. Shoes on the cushion, he doesn't even care. It came with the place. He's thankful it didn't have bugs in it. The kid sips his beer.]

I'll come home.

[It seems like it ought to be obvious after that display on the street, but just for the sake of clarity he announces it to Larry to make it official.]

[First sip rolls down easy. Nerves are still frayed from the neck breaking speed of everything. Naturally his reactions may be more passionate than he means them to be. This is show with a smile and a touch to one of those knees. They're not out of the woods yet.]

I will too.

[Beds aren't as comfortable with just one.]

Start it all off.

[Or restart. Restart is a good word too.]

Cool.

[Freddy nods, giving an easy going smile that hardly contains some enthusiasm coupled with anxiety. He doesn't know how to approach what he wants to say but he knows he ought to say it, for both of them. Larry admitted he was afraid, Freddy shouldn't be afraid of talking like an idiot. Least of all to Lawrence Dimick.]

I liked what we had going on, as long was you were okay with it.

[Group participation. He sips. Just say it, Newendyke.] I gotta do it with you. [It feels wrong otherwise.]

Thinking about it... I feel better about being there, being in on it.

[A player as well as a game keeper. Larry wets his lips.]

Guidelines too?

[That would keep it more structured and far more about the experiment.]

I got...carried away with those.

[A game keeper, that's a good one. Freddy could abide by that easily, as a matter of fact he prefers it. Not that the kid can't be a game keeper too, or a warden. The bottom line is nobody else gets to hold that title when it comes to them. He takes another sip then slips down the arm to settle closer to Larry on the couch.]

What kind?

[He asks casually, a prompt to hear what it is Larry likes, dislikes, preferences, aversions.]

For starters none of it is going to be any kind of a date. I mean, that kinda goes without saying. That's not what this is all about anyway.

[A nice cool sip of beer before continuing.]

So uh, you still wanna fuck blacks?

I don't feel like dating other people.

[Just fucking them, which is what Freddy's about to say after he sips his beer, except Larry just has to deliver that gem. Beer gets sputtered a little at the old man. Sorry.]

Wh-what?

I heard when you had said it the first time. I just...didn't process it.

[All he could focus on was other people. What he was asking. Focusing on himself and then spilling worry all over the damn kid.]

The rough stuff with em makes me nervous.

[Anxious. With a response like that Larry you're going to have to talk far more.]

I get to thinking about bullshit from back then.

[Far more is not this, Dimmy. He's kinda stuck.]

[Dab dab and wipe wipe to his own mouth. These green eyes are still staring at you quite wildly, Lawrence Dimick.]

Which rough stuff?

[Sorry man but the kid has to ask. Immediately he already has an idea of what 'back then' implies, no need to go into details for that particular aspect. He won't even address it if Larry doesn't want to talk about it.]

Tell me what you don't wanna do, don't wanna see. [He insists, because Orange has some preferences too, though not for the same reasons.]

[Brown eyes look right on back below his furrowed brow. Is that funny? Or...is that surprising?]

Like...hitting or pushing up against a wall. If they're a [he was going to say little guy too, he changes it to] smaller guy, maybe it won't be so bad. I don't think I could take action in the shower.

[Being honest. He frowns at his own inability to exactly articulate how this makes him feel. Constant submerging nearly leaves him at a loss. Here's the perfect opportunity.]

I know it'll be different though, if I'm there.

We don't have to take anything to any shower. [Freddy says like he's laying down the law on Larry's behalf without further question.] Look I don't want you thinking I'm a freak or something...

[He adds just in case he hasn't been clear that he's not a fiend for this kind of thing. Freddy can bite off more than he can chew too. Remember that one guy who made it hard to do much of anything for a week? Yeah, some things aren't worth it. Conjuring upsetting memories for Lawrence Dimick certainly isn't in this case.]

You'll be there. [He repeats Larry's words.] Callin' shots.

Baby, I don't. [If anything the old man feels like a freak. Here he is again putting up boundaries when maybe they won't be involved with anybody that might get him on edge.] Just feel like I should say something now.

[Rather than later. Rather than holing up bullshit until he bursts.]

Only for the best of us, man. Ain't nobody gonna be treating you bad.

[Used isn't the same as bad. Used can be good. The old man can speak for that.]

Alright, alright. [He says in neither a placating manner nor an impatient one. It's just the way Freddy is.] What else do you wanna say? I wanna know and you don't have to be scared to share it with the class. It's a small one.

[He gestures to the rest of the apartment, about as big as Larry's master bedroom.]

[Being Freddy Newendyke, doing what he can to coax on out tine details. Getting all the flies and bears with honey is a crafty strategy.]

Well.

[He rotates the bottle of beer in his hand.]

I dunno if I want anybody but you fucking me. At least not at first.

[......Heh. Heh heh heh. Sorry, Mr. White, the floodgates are starting to open. At least Freddy keeps his prideful victorious laughter to himself.]

That's okay, if you're not comfortable with it we don't gotta do it. When you say fucking you mean up your ass right? You don't want anybody else up your ass but me?

[Good. His ego would be so compact the kid could fit it in his pocket if he were to bust a rib laughing.]

Yeah. That's what I mean.

[Drink that alcohol right on down.]

I'm gonna be sometime. Someday.

[Not today. Not tomorrow. Hell, Freddy's got no bones on it. Larry hopes that he never feels like he needs to be so damn guarded. While it does bring them closer together, it's no way to stay in the old man's mind.]

It don't gotta be today or tomorrow.

[Hell the kid would be okay with never only because it makes him feel special. At the same time he likes to believe this position doesn't affect how he feels about Freddy who happens to love getting it as much as giving it. He's not less of a man in Larry's eyes for it, is he? Freddy polishes off more of his beer too.]

What else?

[Even though this conversation got off to a rocky awkward start the feeling Orange has right now is warm and relieved. They're talking and not splitting hairs.]

Okay. [That's more than encouraging. Larry reaches out to put a hand on Freddy's knee and squeeze. That really means so much to the old man. The kid gets it.

What else? Huh.]

Would you ever wanna try it with a lady?

[One chick, two dicks. It's just a question.]

[All that paw patting makes him feel so good, good enough to put his beer down and start crawling into Larry's lap--er.]

..........

[Well, Freddy's still in his lap that's for sure, but instead of brushing his roman nose against the old man he's kind of sort of looking at him.]

You act like I ain't fucked a chick before. [Joking, joking.] Only if it makes you tick, no sweet stuff though, I'm not gonna lay her down on a bed of roses.

[One hand for Freddy to go on about his waist and the other for his booze. Oh. Oh.]

It's not gonna be like just fucking some woman, it'd be you and me fucking and then some woman.

[Which...from the sound of it, is not at all appealing to Freddy.]

I'm not hung up on it. No sweet stuff.

[Now that they're so close he'll plant a kiss on his mouth.]

[Now that's a comfortable seat. Freddy shifts a little more to settle in against Larry. Fuck anybody who thinks doing this means he's lacking balls. He'll put their face right on'em and tell them to suck one by one. Is that what Larry likes seeing?]

I'd be fucking you using a woman.

[Freddy clarifies or rationalizes, whichever makes the most sense. Ah that's better, he purses his lips to meet Larry's mouth.]

[Any motherfucker who says bullshit like that don't know what it's like. And even if they did, chances are they wouldn't be as well off as Mr. Orange is whenever he is on Mr. White's lap. There are two sets of balls to suck right there. It would be a pretty good sight to see.]

Uh huh. Sure would.

[Larry holds onto Freddy while he leans to put his beer down.]

What about me, guy? What kinda stuff should I know?

[His lips move and they're so close to the other's that it is almost another kiss.]

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