whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

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.]

[Being close like this it's practically mandatory he makes it another kiss. Mouth to mouth followed by a lick, then the kid is leaning back just enough to look at those brown eyes when he's speaking.]

I think you need to know...I don't care how many times you can cum. [Another kiss.] As long as you cum real hard.

[Whoops maybe that's the wrong thing to say when you're trying to steer a semi-serious and important conversation.] You're great the way you are. That's all. [Yeah you salvage that beast, Newendyke.]

[That is one line that can be fed so frequently to so many people except the way the kid puts it out there for the old man, it's something he can latch onto.]

That's it, cowboy? Really?

[Being a picky one about what kind of a racial background the third (or fourth) wheel will be, wanting to have his ass monopolized by Freddy and being able to fire off one hard round...and he still is considered great.]

How often you wanna have some extra cocks around?

[Another shrug. A cowboy sheriff shrug.] I guess so, yeah.

[They've already established he wants to have the option of fucking extra cocks. How often though? That's an interesting question. Freddy rubs his chin thoughtfully.]

I don't know, I don't think about it like that. If I see a...a guy... [Because you're gay, Newendyke, not just whitesexual.] And he looks like he might be fun...

[Now he has to nudge the old man in the chest.] I don't have a quota, damn.

If you think of something, this isn't a set in stone thing. You can tell me.

[With the hopes that the same would go to him. While Freddy is rubbing his chin the old man will go and rest his head on is shoulder. The better to listen to him talk.]

Just a question. I wasn't sure if you wanted to try once a week whenever it would be that week or go with the flow.

[Sounds like go with the flow to ride with the tide. Man, weeks ago this sort of a talk was not possible. They tried. They really did.]

I know you like making lists and charting schedules and shit but I can't time it.

[He's making fun at Larry's expense, harmless honestly. Another nudge goes right to the center.] You'll know when it's up.

[Does Freddy have to explain what 'it' is?]

Are we gonna develop codes? Or you can put up a bat signal?

[Fun poking for fun poking. And here, kid he'll kiss you on the neck in your dingy motel hideout.]

How about I tell you 'I feel like extra cock. That one.'

[He pantomimes whispering to the old man in a bar setting, head tilted to capture Larry in the crook of his neck. There something else Freddy hasn't said, something they haven't explicitly addressed, but maybe they don't need to if they're both in it to give this another chance.]

I can keep my ears open for that. Yeah.

[There he'll stay. God he missed the smell of him. Cigarettes, sweat, the whole thing. How did it get so messed up so fast? The better question is how do they prevent themselves from going that way again. He sighs.]

What would you say to me right now, huh? Since it's just us?

[Anything he wants. That's what. Man, they're still in this motel. And Freddy still has things here. Does this mean that they gotta start from ground zero or slowly move on in?]

Cool.

[Says the kid. It's no different from 'good' or 'that's a great idea' in Freddy terms. He drapes a wiry arm around the old man's shoulders. What would he say to Mr. White indeed. Freddy thinks about it for a quiet moment, tongue slipping out only to wet his lips in thought. He could tell him he trusts Larry to curb the things that led to what happened last year and in return Freddy would do the same. He could tell him he'd like to move back in as soon as possible.]

Thanks. For not giving up. [On me, on us. He doesn't clarify, not finding a need to.] I wanna move back in.

[But not without at least one good fuck in this place. It'd be proof no matter what happens somehow they find each other back together everywhere, a temporary studio is no exception.]

As bad as I felt, I wasn't going to.

[He felt down. He felt out. They kept on talking somehow though. Those last words are really what brings it all home. With Freddy on him now he is already back to occupying his mouth and starting to make work on his shirt.]

[Secretly Freddy counted on Larry not giving up because if he did the kid would have been heartbroken. Shit what does that say about you, Newendyke? Except if the tables were turned the old man can bet Freddy would have made sure to depart on nuclear meltdown terms. He's a hypocrite too, so sue him.]

Does that mean you're takin' me back?

[Yeah, he's asking, if just to hear the words and indulge in framing the entire matter in a lighter context. The way paws are moving over him and undoing parts of him help. Freddy doesn't fight the lift and pull of his shirt.]

[Did he? Now, had the old bear heard these words he might be a little out of sorts. This man needs a rock too. Except Lawrence Dimick keeps company with liars and thieves. They're his dearest, most trusted friends. How could he ever turn away the kid and have him live to tell the tale?]

I'm takin' you back. You're mine.

[The conviction is even more solidified in the pull of his teeth on Freddy's lower lip. Shirt is pulled on up and over.]

Just like that? You're gonna drag me on home like a fuckin' barbarian?

[As far as Freddy's concerned, all Larry needs is the pelt on his head and a loin cloth. Instant Darkwolf. A Darkwolf with tattoos at that. He gives a teasing tug against those teeth before they have to part to make him naked from the waist up. Then Orange is right back on his mouth again as his legs shift to straddle White.]

It ain't gonna...be easy...

[He breathes between kisses, freckled fingers working to relieve Larry of his upper layers too.]

I'm gonna have to cuz it ain't easy.

[He will happily pursue this to the fullest extent. Oh and fuck the kid. That's all added bonus features. Since he's straddling, the old man sure gives him something to strain up against.]

So it'll all be worth it.

[Kind of like a heist. You work hard right on up until the pay off. When you're looking to score big you do just about anything. Especially when it's juicy, real juicy. Hard, firm hands are working off Freddy's belt.]

[That growing hardness is sure easy to figure out especially when it's coaxing his own up from his jeans. Freddy spreads his knees to get low enough, to rub groin to groin. His lips purse against Larry's jawline.]

Sure, it sounds like a--a real good plan man. You're gonna suck me first.

[Suck, not fuck. They can fuck too, but he'd like to be sucked off as an appetizer. That's Freddy's roundabout way of being a rock, the only one trusted and allowed to push his dick up Lawrence Dimick's ass.]

Yeah, man?

[There's a deep appreciative grunt in his chest at now they move together.]

Gonna take me by the hair and drag me? Mmm?

[He'll go willingly. Besides, he's got only so much to pull and drag.]

Who's the barbarian now?

[A real tough guy he-man. Moving on out to make his point and say his say. Larry finds it as admirable as he does frustrating. Belt clatters on the floor and now hes got a direct line to Freddy's crotch. Of course he's gonna take the kid back.]

Whatever hair you got left.

[Freddy quips, teasing. He knows how sensitive Larry can be about his hair no matter what he truly admits, but it is a joke. The guy's got a nice full head of brown hair, sometimes freshly darkened, other times with a silver fade. He happens to enjoy both and wouldn't dare compromise it by dragging him by it. He will, however, pull Larry down onto the couch with himself on top. So much for that direct line to his dick, but don't worry, Mr. White, the kid here is going to establish that connection soon. Jeans down, waist band off his hips, his stiffy is standing out and proud.]

I'm no barbarian, I'm a viking.

[Yep...there's a difference, or something. Freddy curls over to kiss the top of Larry's head.]

You gonna count it too?

[Hurmph. Well. They're together again. Meaning that he will not think twice next time about talking about height. And he is sure if this is going how he thinks it's going, then every time it'll be worth it.]

Difference being?

[Watch how he licks his lips brown eyes on his viking. Paws grab at him not settling for just a kiss.]

You're better at football?

Why not?

[He combs his fingers through Larry's hair like he actually is counting, which he's not. Oh shit, paws on him make Freddy grunt then groan. His erection has no manners so it's probably bumping and rubbing against him too.]

I'm an expert at tackling tight ends.

[Another way of saying yes. Now he's got to curl back up, Dimmy, so he can brush the head of his uncut cock against the old man's lips.]

[So full of humor and bullshit. It says happy. Larry slips out his tongue like a lazy cat. One paw works the base of his cock. Lips part and welcome him right on in. His other hand cups Freddy's ass.

He won't say it but he did wonder if this would ever happen again. Not giving up doesn't mean that you have thoughts like this. He did. Frequently. They were made worse by wonderful dreams and dirty pictures. Looking at them was painful. That's over now. At least the harder shit. So he hopes. It's so simple when they're skin to skin.]

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