whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Fried.

[Sugar and cream is right. Black's good for a precursor to a long hard shift but this morning Freddy's feeling so damn great some lightness won't hurt. Hey speaking of hurt...he looks over the old man, head tilting.]

You okay? Didn't pull something?

Sorta sore.

[Cradling the carton of eggs to his belly some as he straightens up. There's strain in his voice that could easily be from just kidding around.

Or not.]

Go on and sit. I got this.

[Eggs don't take two people to make. Already he's feeling productive having made it to the stove with the eggs. The pan is waiting.]

[Oh is that all? Freddy's not too skeptical just yet. He sits at the table casually. Sip.]

Take it easy. I won't jump you again.

So then I gotta jump you?

[The smirk he gives is a real one. When he stands with both feet firmly planted, his belly up against the counter top, it is no big deal. A dull ache.]

Are you gonna?

[Sip sip. He points at the eggs and pan as if making Freddy breakfast is more important than getting him off at the moment. Heeeey what are you doing there, Lawrence Dimick.]

Dude, are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna.

[Shit. He waves it off though. Two eggs comin' right up. Speedy process, he does it with focus. One egg cracked at a time.]

Didn't think you're in a hurry.

[Perfect, put it on him. Sigh. Larry scoots to sip his coffee and pop whatever it was he was able to find as a chaser. The eggs are crackling.]

[Don't think he didn't see that, Lawrence Dimick. This is your last chance. Look at Freddy's face, he ain't playing with you now.]

What's wrong.

[He knows that tone. No use any more. Larry at least flips an egg successfully without breaking the yoke before getting eye contact with Freddy Newendyke.]

My back hurts.

[Brown eyes dip down to flip the other which isn't as clean. Of course not. Sunny yoke spreading out.]

Legs too.

[Thoughtfully he goes for a sip of coffee.]

Not too surprising though, huh?

[.....] We didn't fuck that hard.

[Yes that's the conclusion he draws as he gets up to his feet and approaches Larry.] Sit down. Lemme finish it.

C'mon.

[Even as he's saying it, the old man's not gonna wrestle the spatula from Freddy. Side stepping.]

Not that bad.

[Look at that running yolk. Ah well one's going to be overeasy in the toast, another's going to be scrambled. Ain't no thing. Freddy goes to work scrambling it up. And to think he says he can't cook.]

You ain't acting like it. Don't push yourself, man. [Aw hell, guilt's already settling in.] What'd you do to keep up anyway?

[Smart fox face. He must have suspected all along. Nope. Not even.]

A little pill.

[Fess up to exhibiting classic symptoms...or hope to skate by?]

Enhancement, that's what they call it.

[Made to fulfill all kinds of promises. Larry sticks close. He's out a sigh. Big arms cross.]

What?

[Stir stir stir. Flip. He's not quite sure what he means by a pill just yet. An enhancement pill of all things--wait.]

A pill for...a pill to keep it up. You took a penis pill!

[Thank god they live alone in a big apartment with thick walls huh??]

Y'don't need a prescription for it.

[Not all of the time, certainly not this time. The cringe that jolts right on to the pit of his stomach isn't all because he steps wrong.]

Told you I tried something.

[Except he never quite got to it.]

Jesus Larry you didn't have to do that. [Whoops this egg is burning, he turns the stove top down.] Now you've over done it.

[His body, not the eggs.]

I'm not some crippled old man.

[It comes out like the crack of a whip.]

I'll just change the dosage. Won't be as bad next time.

[Now he'll try and retreat to the table. All that and Freddy says he didn't have to?]

That's why you don't need it, Jesus.

[Huff. He turns back to the eggs to put them between pieces of toast.] What made you wanna take'em anyway.

[Huff! It's not lost on Freddy how prior to this they were reaping the benefits.]

[The mass of frustrated Dimick sits heavily in one of their kitchen chairs.]

I told you.

[When it might have seemed like a dreamed up story like an encounter that never was with an observatory egg head.]

That curse were we fucked for hours got me thinking. I hadn't been able to do that in goddamn years. I been wanting to just bounce back and go for more. Be more active, maybe keep up with you.

[Larry rubs his forehead.]

The side effects will go away.

[What? What? Just because--what? The guilt is soaking with ease. Still he turns around to point at the old man, at him then himself.]

Look me in the eye and tell me you don't feel like shit right now.

[It's a challenge because he thinks Larry does feel like shit (physically...) and Larry wouldn't lie to him about it.]

[Both hands in the air, not a flail or a claw but about all he can do to reflect the exasperation.]

I didn't want it to go like this. It was just supposed to fucking work and we'd be cool!

[He kinda bangs both hands on the table a little too hard. You don't need to make everything hurt right now, Larry.]

I fucked up.

[Not looking at the kid, he admits it.]

I feel like shit.

[There's a slight flinch for those big old paws banging down but it's more over the sound than anything else.]

Were you gonna tell me then? Only if it made you feel like a million bucks?? [Breathe, Newendyke, put that egg on toast together. He scoops out the overeasy on one and the scrambled on the other.] Is that what you wanna do? Fuck for hours.

[Back to sipping at his coffee. It's warm bitterness have a small amount of calming.]

I was gonna tell you. Didn't get the chance I wanted...and I figured it'd be best when we weren't fucking.

[Which happened a good portion yesterday and right this morning. How about that.]

...if I could with a few to spare, yeah.

[Admitting with honest frankness.]

And if not, then at least one more round. Didn't it feel good t'you at all?

[These freckled cheeks go red because hah it's the truth. He had the time of his fucking life with Larry yesterday and this morning, though that doesn't mean Freddy's not a little exhausted either.]

That's not the point.

[It felt very very good.]

It's not--not something I need, you know. It was nice but I don't want you feeling like crap. [He brings the toast and eggs to the table and looks down at Mr. White.] I'm not insatiable.

[Shit this is a more embarrassing subject for the both of em. Larry doesn't blush. Maybe Freddy can read his own discomfort...the type that's not from shooting pains. The minute the plate is down he reaches for his hand.]

I might be.

[Insatiable. Both paws for one hand.]

...I just thought I'd bring something new to the table.

[Up his own game. Man is it all coming together to be more clumsy and detrimental to their smooth ride for two guys that almost died in a fire.]

And to make the most of our time, man.

I wish you told me.

[He shrugs lower hanging shoulders. At least now he sort of knows how it must have felt when he dealt a blow of wanting to fuck other people just to bring something new to the table thinking Larry wouldn't want to be involved. That was pretty dumb, about as dumb as getting mad at the old man so soon after the fire.]

You want to be the kind of guy who can fuck all day and all night?

[Perhaps can is a little different from would. Freddy wouldn't mind that sort of superpowered fantasy either, but would he be using it all the time? Even a young kid like him needs time for his other hobbies.]

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