whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[There's a quiet understanding between the man and Mr. Orange. White takes it to mean they must have at least spoken before. Maybe they bumped into each other in the locker room or on the network. Interesting. The way he's got the freckled man wrapped around him he is sure that it is nothing to worry over.]

Heh. I might have somethin'.

[Because he knew that one way or the other they were gonna get action in a place like this.]

C'mon over.

[Closer to the both of em. The old man is sure that there's something going on in the hot water.]

[Oh excuse him, gosh. There's a shameless truly harmless roll of his eyes that actually means to cover up some of the arousal he gets from being called 'son'. Though kid will always have a particularly special place with Freddy, so it's a convenience that Elijah's got his own separate term of...whatever it is.]

You planned this.

[He accuses the old man--oldest of the men--with amusement. Did he pack lube too? Damn. As for already knowing Elijah, well, the way Freddy's holding onto Larry and talking to him should be an indication of where they stand. Just based on instinct, Freddy doesn't think Elijah Morgan is going to get attached.]

What do you like. [He asks the other man now, noting the disappearance under the water.]

Depends on what I'm bein' offered.

[He makes his way over as he says it — not too quickly, but he sure isn't wasting his time either. Seeing the two of them up close like this is only making his arousal kick in even faster, which they ought to be able to see for themselves by now.]

Guilty as charged, tough guy.

[To Orange. Elijah gets a healthy look over as he turns away. Their things are outside the pool. Unlike the fancier establishment, he is pretty sure this place is as prone to thieves as the Underground. Mr. White gets thieves.]

How's about you keep our friend entertained, Orange.

[That's not a suggestion. It isn't gonna take the old man long finding a condom in his own pockets. He will get his own sort of show.]

We'll take care of you, man. Wrap up, enjoy the ride.

[Larry pats Freddy's ass for good measure.]

[It's like speaking a second language with Lawrence Dimick. He doesn't have to ask for any kind of explanation or detail to know what the guy's getting at. Freddy'll gladly put on a show for the guy. And he has to admit, there's something exciting about the opportunity colliding with them over setting up the entire encounter, not that he regrets anyone's paid time. They've gotten their money's worth.]

Sure.

[The pat to his rear acts like a green light. Now he's turning to Elijah and reaching out to circle his fingers around the guy's cock.] There's only one condom, you either want to fuck or get fucked. Unless that's not your thing, we all got mouths and hands.

[He'll stroke Elijah now, slowly and deliberately, as if that alone is going to milk out an answer.]

[He wasn't expecting to have his cock handled so soon, and the touch brings forth a slow gasp and forward push of his hips. He glances over to the other man, apparently even older than himself, but not for too long before he returns his focus to the younger one in front of him; he has to lick his lips and swallow again before he can respond.]

Don't think I'd mind, ah... receivin'. [Even in a situation like this, with another man's hand already on his dick, he can't help but keep his language from being anything but delicate. For now, at least.]

[Condom retrieved. He almost drops it hearing what he's hearing. A grown man, virile looking and wanting to get fucked except it's the choice of words. With the wrapper held between his fingers he keeps a paw on Freddy's shoulder as he leans on in to catch Elijah by the mouth.

Oops. Did they have a rule about kissing? It's the endearment of having a body willing for what they got, knowing there's a slew of personal frets and conceptions that are hiding in the wings...sorta brings it all around to be a healthy experience for everybody. Stubble itches above his lip and the corner of his mouth. When he pulls on back he gives the man's broad shoulder a pat.]

We'll take care of you, buddy boy.

That's one way to put it.

[Freddy tightens his hold to rub around the rim of his cockhead. He doesn't have to see it to know how Larry must be feeling, hearing those words from a man who looks like this. Maybe it's an old guy thing. Orange isn't going to question it or make any other sort of judgment, which is not the same as saying he's not taking notes on Elijah's character. He's watching the man unabashed, eager to see how he reacts to Mr. White's mouth, his heavy hands. He's watching Larry's reaction too.]

He's good at it.

[Freddy insists, already making the call just because he can and because he really doubts Elijah is going to speak up otherwise. Who wouldn't want to get fucked by Mr. White? Maybe Orange is biased. He has to let go of the middle man now to position himself seated on the edge of the pool. These wiry arms are working to have Elijah's face situated right at his lap.]

[At any other time, he might have something to say about being called buddy boy. Between the kiss and the hands on him and the rubbing on his cock and everything else, though, he doesn't really have much of anything to say at all.]

Christ...

[That's all he manages past another groan. This isn't his first time having an (at least mostly) anonymous encounter in a bathhouse, but it's not exactly an experience he'd ever actually expected to repeat.

He moves as Orange directs him, his own arms reaching past him to brace himself against the pool's edge, but doesn't take any further action than looking up at him, almost expectantly. He's not an idiot; he can sense nothing but a total lack of magic capability from these two, knows logically he has no reason to fear plunder from either of them. But that does little to ease the anxiety he feels at having his grimoire so blatantly exposed, power already and instinctively tingling throughout its inner hexagonal phalanxes and wild outer curves, or the tension that plainly shows in the muscles of his back and arms.]

[All that Larry sees is in that tension a guy fighting to get what he wants.]

Hey.

[He steps around Elijah to stand behind him. Warm water sloshes around. All he sees is some elaborate body art. Larry reaches around to put his hand at the man's lower abs and help him bend on over some. This position puts his erect cut cock against the swell of his ass. Nothing doing. Not yet. The condom hasn't come into play yet after all.]

You're free to say what you do and don't wanna do like the rest of us.

[And if it's finding a right kinda position then he can gladly join the club.]

The guy's got a nice dick, don't he.

[That guy Mr. Orange. The old man is forever bias.]

[Seeing the design up close like this, laid out so to speak, in the back of Freddy's mind he's already associating it with something more than ink or body modification. It's something he's seen in his comic books or dragon games but it's all vague recollection because right now the blood that helps his brain work is flowing right down into his dick.]

It got me through highschool.

[He remarks, speaking of his dick. He's exaggerating, considering it only got him through getting laid and thus not being harassed for being a virgin. All the geekery like Spiderman and Level 8 Paladins were fair game. Orange makes no motion to press Elijah's face any closer to him just yet. The guy seems tense, he'll need to get comfortable with White's size first. Instead he'll comb his fingers through the guy's hair and let him decide if he's going to white knuckle the edge of the pool or use the kid's thigh for a pillow, or both.]

Put it in slow. [As if Larry needs to be told, Freddy just likes to talk.]

[The talk helps ease his tension somewhat, as does the weight of that cock against his ass, at least enough for him for him to stare down at the cock in his face.]

Seen worse.

[He glances up at Orange again with a wry smirk, indicating if it wasn't already obvious that he's teasing. Hard as he already is, he ordinarily wouldn't be able to joke this easily, but a significant part of him is still focused on trying to move past all that tension. Even if he's spoken at length with this young man before, even if his back is bare and exposed, he just needs to keep in mind that this is no different from any other casual encounter he's ever had. Being used between two men isn't exactly something he's used to either, but still — he needs to bring himself to relax.]

You don't need a magnifying glass or anything to find that. Careful, might poke you in the eye.

[The wrapper crinkles noisily as he opens the condom and slips it on. He makes sure to have his fingers greased up as much as possible. Out of consideration, not tenderness, he makes sure the man's ring piece is coated enough.]

Ready, pal?

['Seen worse' he says. Although Freddy gets the impression it's in jest that doesn't stop him from arching a brow then shrugging at Larry as if to say 'what's with this guy?' Which really, is all code for 'he seems cool enough, so fuck him good.' Maybe Elijah won't be so quick to tease after being ridden ragged.]

Hold on if you gotta.

[Orange suggests, seated stance still casual as any man would be in a hot spring. Except for the whole other guy getting fucked by his old man part.]

[The smirk is long gone by the time White gets him slicked up, replaced with teeth on his lip as he tries his damnedest to hold back a loud groan. Not that he's entirely successful, of course.]

Ready as I'll ever be. [He's also going to take up Orange's suggestion, at least somewhat, by moving one of his hands to grip his hip and slide down his thigh. He's eyeing his cock again, as well, but still not making any move to put himself closer to it — not yet, anyway.]

Here goes.

[And it sure ain't nothing. Hah. Larry is sure to take it easy. He isn't completely committed to the notion that they're playing with a cherry but it looks as though he is new to this sort of water sport. Nice and easily the swollen cock head pushes on up against him. His own thickness makes him very aware of how relaxed (or not) Elijah is.]

Don't go and leave my buddy left out.

[That'd be Freddy except it's a feast for the eyes.]

[Don't worry none, Elijah Morgan, Freddy has no intention of forcing his face on his dick until he gets an impression it's what the cowboy wants. A desire to be dominated. The kid can relate to that, it's why he can read the signs if they're projected. Until then though he's got his fingers in the other man's hair, not pulling but certainly twisted in a way that'll afford Freddy the opportunity.]

He'll come around.

[Orange says to White, casual and cool, because he's already enjoying the way the old man lays into Elijah. He has and will always adore Larry's body, the way he uses it, like a fucking professional. Just because someone else is getting a turn at the receiving end of his thick cock doesn't threaten Freddy at all. Not when he's here to enjoy it and witness the way Elijah's body reacts to it. In the end, only two of them are going home together.]

Christ.

[The push of that cock against him manages to make him relax even more, now that he's thinking less about the exposure of his grimoire and more about having the whole of that thick dick inside him. He lets his head hang, as much as he can against the pull of Orange's fingers in his hair, and moans loud and low. He grips the younger man's thigh even tighter as he pushes back against White, trying to take more of him in, faster already.]

Shit.

[Huff. Puff. That's a great fit right there. Picking up his cue the old man ups the pace.]

Easy cowboy, you're gonna get your ride.

[He gives a healthy smack to Elijah's thigh before reaching around to take a hold on his cock. There is an apparent difference between him and Freddy. Larry takes the moment to appreciate another solid body taking him on in. Watching the tension shake off makes him grin even through the strain.]

The kid hear is talking from experience.

[As though it were mere fucking that brought together...well the heist brought them together. Fucking brought them closer. It sure as hell isn't going to cause them to part. Lawrence Dimick knows who he's going home with. Sorry, Elijah. You're on your own at least in this equation. The old man believes though that he can easily make anybody happy if it were only based on how willing.]

[The magician's fingers are leaving temporary imprints on his thigh but he doesn't mind at all.]

Let me hear it.

[He encourages, wanting to soak himself in the sound of Lawrence Dimick fucking another man and how that makes him feel. Both of them, really. Caramel green eyes switch focus back and forth between them, easy task with Elijah in the middle. That thing on his back is still pretty fucking weird but when his body is curving to accommodate every thrust well it's fucking beautiful. Freddy wets his other hand to wrap it around his own cock, fist moving at an even pace. If he can't put it in the guy's mouth (yet) he's still going to brush the head against his jaw, his cheek. It's really Elijah's choice as to whether the kid busts on his face or in his mouth.]

[Elijah won't make him wait much longer, fortunately. He takes Orange's cock into his mouth with a throaty moan, bobbing his head somewhat awkwardly until he gets his head into a reasonable position. He's gripping both of Orange's thighs by now, trying to settle into a rhythm between sucking his cock and riding back on the other man's.

As for anything else between the two of them, he honestly hasn't had a single thought for whatever might be going on with them. As far as he's concerned, this is an anonymous bathhouse encounter like any other. Really, it isn't just that the idea they might be more closely involved than that hasn't occurred to him; in Elijah's mind, it's unthinkable.]

[So many great sights to take in. Larry's eyes travel from Freddy who is getting sucked off at last to the marks that Elijah's grip is making in his thighs. Looks like they've settled into a harmony.]

Fuck. That's right.

[He keeps on stroking Elijah like he's working his own dick from the other end. Not that he needs extra working, even through the condom he can feel a snug hold. Each gulp of air feels heavy with steam. This is relaxing and a work out.

Oh they are connected. Partners in crime and then some. In a way that Lawrence Dimick didn't think worked properly growing up, hell even more than a year ago. Shows what a little change in perspective can do.]

Suck 'em good.

[Hopefully he won't topple too far forward as he grabs for Freddy to pull him to lean. Maybe for a kiss if it works.]

[Poor guy. Maybe afterward the kid can get his story, you know, when they're having a conversation about whether or not they can be friends because becoming a regular fuck isn't an option. In Orange's case it'd been over a year since he finally accepted what he really wanted, but once he did well, all hell broke loose. It doesn't occur to him how differently it could be for Elijah or even for Larry, by the time he was old enough to even consider anonymous encounters at the Y people were already singing praise about it.]

Fuck. [There's a huff for the wet warmth around his dick.] Hold on.

[He means to his thighs, to the pool's edge, whatever's going to help keep Elijah steady because Orange is delivering his own thrust against the man's mouth. It's not as rough and rapid as White's, there's teeth to consider here, however to call it anything short of fucking Elijah's face would be downplaying the situation. Orange is fucking his face gladly in short but solid motions. It's a little harder to do when he's trying to meet the old man halfway for a kiss but he doesn't relent. If anything he's leaning far enough to brush the tip of his tongue across Larry's.]

[Fuck, but these two sure aren't making it any easier for him; Elijah can only hope they'll make it worth it. If things keep up like this, though, that should be no difficult task. He has to adjust when the other men start moving, stilling his head and slacking his jaw when Orange starts fucking his mouth, bending his back even more when the two start leaning closer, but that's all part of the game. He moves his hands to get a grip on Orange's ass now, fingers digging in just so he can have a steady hold on something while these two fuck him back and forth, while he tries to hold himself from coming for just a bit longer.]

[Tight hard fucking and teasing tip of a tongue he's trying to get on into his mouth. Fuck this is the life. Don't get any better than this. Well. It could if there were someone to fuck the old man's ass as solidly as he's working Elijah.]

Are you close to coming, baby? Gonna let it all go down his throat?

[His voice comes out in rough groans, the tone is all over the place. Even while trying to talk he wants more of that mouth even if it's just the bit of his tongue. Larry knows he's rapidly approaching his own end. Each strong, hard pass at the man's prostate also has a pleasant glide. The visual stimulation alone is making it hard for him to keep rocking steady.]

But I ain't no madman.

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