whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

About as fair as me doing the same shit to you, right over the hood of my car.

[His squad car? His beat up family ride? The car they share here? A sports car? Anything goes in this rock and roll fantasy. Freddy purses his lips for another, then another.]

What a fucking gentleman you are.

[The kid pokes him in the chest, a reaction to those hands rubbing up his back.] I want a massage.

Hard time if it's daylight. It can get pretty hot on the surface.

[Eyes to see. Witnesses to snitch. Oh ho, there was that one time. Seems like so long ago. Except it was a dream, not a curse...not the same thing anyways.

All this talk is threatening to get him riled up. Except won't be too fun without Freddy getting in on it, in on him. There are other ways though.]

I believe in taking care of family. Leaving some pretty young thing in trouble is gonna weigh on my mind.

[Two paws.]

Back? Legs? You gotta gimme specifics because I can speak English.

[And this ain't no rub and tug.]

My back and shoulders, tough guy. You think it was easy street getting bent around like that?

[It's also left over soreness from the incident at the diner, aggravated only a little more by his once dislocated shoulder. They say after the first time it happens, popping it out of place just gets easier and easier. Freddy would rather avoid that, thanks.]

You're some kind of family man, huh?

[Alert alert, this sort of conversation could travel into dangerous 'discussing the future' territory.]

Okay. Okay. You get a massage. Might be better though if you turn around.

[He'll give his mug another kiss though.]

You do it so well, sometimes I forget it might hurt.

[Bull and shit really. He's just playing. Anything to make Freddy be more comfortable right now.]

I dunno. I might be. I never gave it too much thought. But if something did happen, I'm gonna want to take care of my baby. [Wait for it.] And my man.

[Turn around he does, right in his lap.]

Do I gotta get face down?

[No lie, Freddy enjoys toeing this edge between not hard and very hard. Heh heh heh. There's some ripped cabana boy doing much the same thing he's asking the old man to fulfill. He moves to stretch out on the couch.]

You gotta learn to clean up after the mess you make sometime.

[As the kid needs to learn on occasion too. Oh listen to that baby talk, fff. Larry can take this for what he will.] A real good daddy type, huh?

It will feel better face down.

[For a back rub. That is what they are talking about. Almost arousing. Neither of them fit the bill as a Cabana boy but they both can flirt like one. Why you gotta go be like that Freddy? He loves it and has to channel all that through massage.]

I'd never call you a mess. Just messy.

[Haha. All the love there as big hands and strong fingers knead at him]

Now I got no way of knowing if that is true. Me and kids...

[Little kids. Real ones. This one he has will never give him children...in the conventional way. Except there are ways, Dimmy.]

Hah hah hah--

[Oh that feels good. The kid manages not to writhe...too much...under the old man's paws. Now what's this about no way of knowing? Does it mean what Freddy thinks it means? He thinks about addressing it but decides against the notion, maybe it's too soon or too close to home. Maybe he's afraid of discussing that kind of future only to ruin very good dreams.]

Sure won't stop you from trying, huh?

[A redirect, yep, that's a good one.]

[Man, he wasn't kidding when he said he needed to be rubbed. There is tension. And he knows it isn't all from injury. It's gotta be from the curse Oops. Young bears don't know their own strength or went to let up. Except that also means that young Freddy had a hell of a time.

That wasn't a bad curse. Not by Larry's count. It got to give em something more positive to think about and feel. Something that's not rage or violation from Blonde. If one of them would have died there wouldn't be any smiles or easy jokes. Not by a long shot.

Paws keep at it. Just a wonderful excuse to lay hands on him. He's leaving relaxation and some red marks (that will fade) with his touch.]

Wait a minute here. [Even though he asks for Freddy to stop, he pauses.] We're gonna keep on trying to knock you up. That's just not gonna stop, you get me?

[At his own expense, because he's fifty fucking years old he adds.]

I might be outta time but you're not off the hook.

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[Heh heh heh.] Stop talking like you've got some kind of body clock. You're not a lady.

[Freddy teases, giving an oh so casual super cool shrug under those heavy paws. If he didn't have a hell of a good time as a teenager getting railed in his secret tree fort they wouldn't be here like this right now. Just facts.]

You're not outta time. You've got all my time.

[Nevermind how a good amount of that time's spent on making the kid cum 2 or 3 to his 1. Larry enjoys it like that, right?]

Would you like me if I was a lady?

[Like he says, not love. Looks like it's turned into weird question time. Don't worry, Freddy. Paws are back in motion working hard to make amends.]

You got a lot more time left. [He said all.] Thanks.

[The old man prides himself on making the kid cum as much as possible. It sure would be nice to somehow have the kid try his hand. That'd make him last longer, be more open to reindeer games. When you only have one good blow, you don't want to waste it. Hmm and hmm. He's gonna have to do some reading. Embarrassing or not, they almost got fucking killed. Again. Why waste time?]

Maybe.

[What a trap of a question. Fff. The kid's not going to fall for it nope nope nope. Oh that's better. His body seems to loosen up under every roll of pressure from those paws.]

You're...welcome.

[Freddy manages to say around a low stretched moan of satisfaction.]

But I ain't no madman.

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