But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

"Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day."

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[whitetwoguns]

About as much as a lie right here.

[To Pink. Not between them. Freddy may be burdened with the task of being the moral compass of this outfit. That's not because he's a cop. Even if he wasn't, anyone can see he's a good man. Larry might put on that sort of face. Everybody knows what they say about looks though.

Eames was a lucky break. Larry didn't do so hot, it did turn out in the wash...that's already two times. Do good thing always come in threes?

He was about to take another bite there. Oh. That's real nice. Larry has to use his hand now to grab the kid and pull him on closer.]

I love you too.

[Even though he missed. Larry starts his own to aim for the mouth.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oof. Pulled even closer now he's already anticipating the motion that almost always leads to another kiss. Lips purse just in time.]

Mmm. [Freddy sounds pleasantly. He licks his lips after they've parted.] Not bad.

[The taste, he means.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Sugary like cereal and sweetened coffee. The subject matter makes his kiss heavy and deep. Just what Freddy Newendyke does to him.]

We'll think it over then.

[Because the issue isn't gonna go away. Kissing is here to stay.]

[orangetoughguy]

I promise you I ain't gonna do shit without you, man.

[Another nod followed by another kiss, equally deep and heavy.]

[whitetwoguns]

[This isn't the pinky swearing grade school yard promise. Any more serious than this someone is bleeding. Kisses like this one from Freddy put dreams to shame.]

Thank you, baby.

[I believe you. There might be those three words again. Let's not use em too much or they'll end up not summing up to too much.]

[orangetoughguy]

[That's more like it, a less fretting calmer cooler professional bear. Freddy leans back enough to scoop more cereal into his mouth. Munch munch crunch. Well, not so crunchy, because the stuff's gone soggy. Sip of his coffee.]

I got time before I gotta run off. You? [All those three word phrases have his heart beating a bit like a super bass.] Wanna put my back on the table?

[whitetwoguns]

I got time.

[His time. Their time.

You know, for not being in the practice of talking things out... Freddy is coaxing him into the habit. It feels pretty good. Especially when things are tied up right there.

Paws get a roving. Right to the crotch.]

Can your back take what I wanna give you?

[orangetoughguy]

[Larry's not the only one being coaxed into the habit. That he's come this far along with Lawrence Dimick is a miracle on its own, Freddy's never been so good expressing his feelings in a relationship. Getting down and dirty on the other hand, well, Larry knows from personal experience how good he is at that. Oof, thighs press together around that paw.]

I guess the table's gonna find out.

[But look at how carefully he moves the cereal bowls away. Messy at times sure yet not a total mess.]

[whitetwoguns]

[The ought to learn something along the way. Sometimes it feels like the same old mistakes keep on rearing their ugly head. And sometimes it feels as though they can't cut a break. Freddy is Larry's break, he strives to be the same.

Getting down and dirty is something they've about perfected.]

Nevermind the cereal. Let's get to breakfast.

[Haha. The old man does have a thought of just lapping it up off of Freddy though. There's not enough time for a great fuck and a detailed shower. Heavy hands and now a snout are all on Freddy.]