whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Put you in the back of my car--for questioning.

[Fuck he can't help but groan some more, keen and whine even for how he's being invaded but not by the thing he promised to check still works.]

What?

[Oh. Freddy's letting go of himself only to have his hands pinned together. The brief strain the hold puts on his arms somehow makes his ass ache for the weight bearing down on it.] Hurry man, put it in.

You make it sound nice.

[Out of his lips everything kinda has it's own sweeter spin. It doesn't change the message. A cop is a cop is a rat is a cop.]

There, there it is. [Laying on into him now. Fuck. The old man's glad he didn't dive on in with just saliva. Tonight sure ain't the night for that. Freddy's not the only man with an ache.]

Oh fuck.

[He swallows down one moan to have it replaced by another. They gotta be careful.]

Oh god.

[Oops what was that about being careful? Fortunately for them that's as far as Freddy gets with loud noises before he's gritting his teeth and trying to hold his breath. Fuck his body's already stretching out to accommodate the old man, one real tight fucking fit. Shit no he can't hold his breath for that long, Freddy's panting.]

That's it, baby. F-fuck.

[If anyone else could hear them they might think the smaller one is fucking dying.]

Jesus.

[Breathe. Keep it down. Far too late for that. Well, they could have got a motel. This is cheaper. And faster.

Speaking of fast the old man starts to pull on back before going further bit by bit at a time fucking him until he's deep enough. That's the tactic. Oh shit though, Freddy's so tight.]

You feel so fucking good, man.

[Freddy. Baby. Another solid smack to his ass before just...pawing at his back, his thigh...anywhere as he's moving. No extra bullet holes tonight.]

[Every inch he's gone deeper gets another soft whine from the kid until it sounds like he's gasping for breath when the old man's buried to the fucking hilt. God he feels so fucking full of Lawrence Dimick, and he hasn't even cum yet.]

Good. [He swallows--cut off by a goddamn smack that only makes him clench around his cock.] Fuck.

[That's exactly what he's doing, Newendyke. Using whatever leverage he's got on the ground, Freddy's trying to roll with each motion, working together as dick and tight fit. His ringpiece is going to be a little red after this, he knows it.]

[Not yet. Right now they've got an even score zero for zero. Larry wants to make this count. Knowing now that he can fit, even with this body all tight and tense, he starts up with a hard pace. Their skin moving against one another is noisy too. Yep. This is gonna be a loud one.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Right in the prostate. The old bear's balls appear to be fully intact as they sway to slap up against the kid's rump.]

I gotcha, baby.

[Right to the fucking. His knees settle in the dirt to make it easier as they go. Paws scratch at Freddy's chest like the wildcat on his arm.]

Don't feel--broken.

[Even while he's getting roughly fucked the kid manages to be a smartass. Can anyone blame him? He's on the receiving end of the ever loving ever fucking truth. His cock feels hard, his balls feel solid, no damage to function as far as Freddy's concerned.]

Keep on me, man.

[Paws roaming up and down feel so fucking good. Now it's his turn to reach back, seeking those arms just to touch him, not giving a thought to touching himself.]

I ain't done.

[Sounds like you're asking for more, Freddy. He fights to up the pace. Balls swing harder, it doesn't smart. Thank God. The damage from Pink is psychological. Flat out called Larry a traitor. That might come on back to him. Later.]

Nobody'll be able to pull me off. [Paws rub and scratch. He goes for both nipples at once. Not for long, just to be able to do it because he can. Here, he'll take a hold of that seeking hand.]

How's it feel? [Panting, huff.] With-with a big hard cock up your ass?

[Hitting at him hard and fast right here in a park under the cover of darkness.]

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[Maybe he is. Maybe it's Freddy's way of inviting Larry to spend all that energy tenderizing his ass instead of his fists on a wall or worse yet in someone's face.]

Good. [That no one and nothing can pull him off, not even his badge. Aw shit the pinch to his nipples evokes a thin reedy sound from the kid only to have it punctuated by a groan when he pounds against his prostate particularly hard.] Too much.

[Freddy sniffs. Yes, his nose is running and his eyes might be a little wet too. This is fucking intense with just his ass up in the air. It ain't no John Connor though. He twists his fingers around the other man's paw.] Like--I'm gonna spit out your load, when you c-cum.

[And in case his face and voice might seem overwhelmed, Freddy cranes his neck to make sure Larry can see him when he winks damp lashes.]

[Right now he's sure spending something. Right between Freddy's legs again and a gain.]

Too much? [Slam then a brutal grinding as deep as he'll go. This lets Larry crouch down to spoon body to body. Goddamn the noises he's making. It sounds like he's fucking dying.]

Fill you on up. Let. [Gulp.] Colossus deal with you after-?

[Wet pants against his skin as he ducks his head to a freckled shoulder. He can see those wet long lashes from the City lights that filter through the greenery. Such a fucking tough guy, it really hits him hard in moments like this what a grade-A badass Freddy Newendyke is with big brass balls not giving a fuck about being a goddamn cop, he walks his line.]

Uh huh.

[He chokes out the sound. Ooh that grinding really hits the spot, the noise coming out of him sure ain't overacting this time, still naturalistic as hell though.]

Don't--think I'm gonna...need'im.

[Freddy breathes harsh and heavy under the weight of Larry's body. Every lick, every kiss, every pass against his prostate, it's warming and fucking perfect. The kid's already dribbling precum and he's long since forgotten about stroking himself. Oof.]

Hold on. [He says to Larry, making sure that old man stays buried deep as he brings his knees closer together, making his body tighter.] Go.

[At first it all sounds like bullshit to the old man. Not that he'd ever call Freddy Newendyke a liar, just a man who can come on back for more. But then see, the space between his legs shrinks and the already pretty tight grip on the old man intensifies. He stops grinding and just stays still, at least until a shiver breaks down his spine. For a moment he thinks he'll come right there. Almost.]

Jesus Christ Freddy.

[Low and throaty because he can't help the slip. It's desperate and full of adoration for this kid. When his man says go, he's gonna fucking go. Back in action again he keeps his body down low close to his.]

You're so [grunt] fucking [putting his back into it] beautiful.

You too, Larry.

[He breathes between grunts, fingers still holding onto his like he's bleeding in a fucking backseat instead of getting fucked in his backseat. Freddy lets out a long stretched groan when Larry starts getting right back into it, only for his own grunting to cut it off quick. Every thrust pushes a harsh sound from him, the kind people either deafen themselves to or call the cops for.]

Oh shit, I'm gonna come, man.

[The kid whines, unaware he's already unloading in a thick steady flow of cum across the ground.]

Oh fuck. Oh yeah.

[Oh shit. He's not gonna be able to keep this up. Four passes, five. Hard and fast. Freddy is fucking singing for it. This hand is clenched so tight, it's a great juxtapose for the grip around his cock. A warning of his orgasm starts to form but dies a little with the rest of him as he unloads. Still he keeps on trucking, gotta make sure every fucking drop gets up inside of him.

Noise? Well. There's an old woman walking her dog who chooses not to fuss with whatever wild beasts are in the park. "Come along, Precious."]

Mmm. That's it.

[Slurred into his flesh. He remembers now to stroke Freddy even if there may not be much to milk out at this point.]

[Er. Was that someone walking by? Well not like Freddy's going to notice or even pay attention to it as long as they mutually agree not to interrupt each other. Anyway he's too busy focusing on the warm cum filling up the space not quite occupied by Larry's thick cock.]

Jesus...

[The kid whines under him, body still writhing a bit and shuddering for every touch, all cummed out or not. There's a thin veil of sweat across his brow.]

You're fucking amazing. [Freddy breathes then works his hips to grind back on Larry though he's already got the old man in his grip balls deep.] Yeah, you ain't broken.

[The woman and her mastiff are across the street. They're content to leave well enough alone.

Good thing. They're about as indecent as you can get. Larry can't go any deeper even with the way Freddy's trying to push him on. Residual tremors quake through him. Maybe the kid wasn't wrong saying he might taste it because that was a hard orgasm.]

Glad to know.

[Breathless now. Man, he might even be a little light headed. Just a little. Stroking now, lightly because there's no more this round. Now the old bear just wants to handle him right on up to the balls.]

I don't think I would have been able to pump you full of cum like I should.

[Grinding some right back. Pulse slowing up now, tension really has been worked out. At least for the moment. Is it gonna be enough? They told Pink that Freddy's a cop. Pink flat out called fowl for the Cabots. Shit.]

I don't--think so either...

[Pump him full, he means. Freddy huffs and puffs. His thighs are still weak, weak enough that ever so slowly he leans forward until he's resting flat face down on the ground. With Larry still inside him.]

Goddamn, man.

[He's talking like he just ran a damn marathon. Pant pant, no taste of semen in his mouth, unfortunately.]

[Face down he exposes the back of his neck so the old man gives a kiss as he carefully supports his own weight now.]

Had enough?

[Because if he hasn't, well, the old man can't be hard again but he's got enthusiasm. He'd love to go again. The heart is willing, the flesh is...in need of help. Larry would gladly hand on over his mouth, hands or even his ass. It's the same sort of junkie mentality of trying to load on up on the high to cope with whatever might follow.

He is still asking himself...were they successful or not?]

Y'don't gotta hold me so tight, babe. I don't think it's gonna come out at once.

[So he'll nudge his thighs farther apart again carefully.]

I--I think so. I'm feeling pretty good.

[Nod nod nod as his thighs give way to spreading a little more. He loosens his fingers too but doesn't disentangle them from Larry's paw just yet.]

You keep flattering yourself like that...

[It's the start of an empty threat. Seriously what kind of threat is pushing his dick into the old man's face or ass when he knows he's going to enjoy it either way? Fff. As for success, well, for the moment Freddy's mind is consumed with that euphoric feeling of just having had great sex.]

Pretty good's a start.

[Fucking amazing or damn near perfect is the old man's take. He's bias though. Even post fuck Freddy's still warm and a solid grip.]

I'm a bad one. Don't be surprised.

[A criminal who runs with cops. That's bad on two counts.]

...you said you had to think. D'you wanna do it sittin' down?

[Meaning that they gotta pull apart. Larry doesn't move even at his own suggestion.]

It's a nice surprise.

[Talking precious beautiful bullshit. Where would he be if it was gone in a second? Probably in despair that's what. Thank christ he can feel Larry still inside him, reminding Freddy they're alive together.]

No I'm good like this.

[The kid insists. Whether it's because he really doesn't think putting pressure on his ass is a good idea right now or he just means to imply it as a stroke over the old man's ego is his secret.] It ain't gonna suffocate in there is it?

[Larry can't quite keep still. He keeps his weight on his knees and just rubs at Freddy's body. His strong back and on down to his rump that's flush against him, just under a not so padded belly.]

We kinda look like some national geographic shit.

[Fucking out here. Now touching on Freddy's chest again. Know what? Even if he said he's done the old man can paw as he likes.]

I don't think it'll suffocate.

[Just...get soft. Maybe that's what he wants?]

[He likes that padded belly and don't you forget it, Mr. White. Oof. Freddy shifts a little like an animal reacting to a warm firm stroke of a hand.]

Are you saying you wanna put me on display sometime?

[Not just on camera as they've already done, but for an audience. Exhibitionism isn't beyond Orange here, as long as it's a setting they've both scoped out and assessed. And it doesn't end up on the network, thanks.]

Uh huh.

[Freddy sounds, lazy and noncommittal, thus somewhat oblivious to whatever crisis Larry might be having with regards to his one shot capability.]

[That padding shouldn't be going anywhere. In fact, he's looking a little less like he spent hard time in a desert slum.]

That don't sound like a bad idea. Extra eyes looking at the two of us, that won't mess with your head none?

[Leaning back again, laying into his body just so. Oh fuck. Larry can feel a slight difference than before with his own body chance. Gradual but just what nature's set for him. Don't think that way, old man. Rough thumbs rub at his nipples.]

They'd want to fuck you in a heart beat. Really plug you on up.

[If a wildcat is within reach he'll be looking to collar up that kitty with his own arm, thanks.]

Naw, don't think so. People are watchin' me all the time. [Waiting for that LAPD officer to make a mistake.] Anyway if you're there you'll tell'em who's boss, tell'em who can plug me up and who's gotta go home.

[There's another soft 'mmm' as he shifts under Larry.] Am I leakin' yet?

[That's the effect he's after, once Larry's got to vacate the premises, only to see the mark he's left on and in Freddy Newendyke.]

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