whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[They're in tune most ways. You can't force the rest. Even with some pills.

Is it really so important?]

I dunno. I read the bottle and everything. ...didn't think there'd be much more to it.

[Says the man who has seldom had any sort of medical care. There it is though, that cool as fuck reassurance.]

Why? Was it too much for you?

[There's the slightest twinkle in his eye even with the subject matter. Really though, kid. He wants to know.]

It didn't say anything about aches and pains?

[Could Larry read the small print?? He's well aware of the man's lack of care for medical care, that's why there's this fox to help keep him in line.]

Hah hah hah. No. [He pats his shoulder. Hard.] I got on you this morning, didn't I? I don't need it all the time, that's all.

[A guy as sexed up as Freddy Newendyke, telling Lawrence Dimick he doesn't need to be. Then again the kid doesn't go dragging him out in search of a third dick all that regularly.

Possible side effects. And I wasn't thinking this when I was thinking aches or pains.

[A son of a bitch with scars and tattoos makes him almost as though anything else would be trivial.]

Y'sure did get on me.

[Heh. Ahem. Don't think about that because he could get it up if he thought on it long enough. No, they don't drag in more dick on a day to day basis.]

...I wanted to give it a try, man. This shouldn't be a day to day thing. We both got other shit to do.

[And as great as fucking is sometimes laying about as they do or heading out to see the sights about town or run errands together, that's quality.]

[It doesn't help he's sitting in the big guy's lap, at least Freddy's not grinding against him. That's just cruel.]

Can you give me a head's up, next time?

[Pat pat to a clean shaven(?) jaw.] So I know what I'm doing for the next couple hours?

[Maybe there's something good out of this; Freddy can smoke a cigar and watch Larry pound the shit out of some other piece of ass before having himself a go at the old bear. There's something salvageable here, not a total loss. But Lawrence Dimick's health takes precedent, they might have to fiddle with the dosage or give it up entirely if another incident has unfavorable side effects.]

[Feels fucking grand to have him sit near though. Even when the words could be hard to take. Freddy's got point. He should have been a bit more smart. Being under the impression that it isn't gonna hurt you won't make it a negative reaction.

It could very well be his mindset that allowed him to use off and on for years. He tenses his near baby smooth jaw.]

They say it's good for more than all at once...like up to five times in a day.

[Just a humble offer of information. He smiles a little and then nods.]

...so you think I should see a doctor.

[Five times a day...maybe two in the morning, one in the late afternoon, and twice at night. That seems like a good way to space things out, except it's hardly spontaneous. What were these medical companies thinking? Freddy feels that tension and just chooses to rub along the length of it...his jaw.]

You don't need to. I guess, not yet.

[Freddy would be a hypocrite to force him to the hospital when he's not knocked out cold or having some kind of heart attack. He's not exactly the most willing patient himself.] Just...let's be careful about it, okay?

[Let's, as in us, not just Larry himself.]

[Rough fingers tease the sensitive skin there. Shaving nearly every three days makes the slightest bristle a sensation. Is that too much? They say it peters off for the next few days.]

I can be careful, baby.

[A paw pats on his knee and he lets the other rest on Freddy's back.]

Hope I didn't scare you with that.

[Given his history of back problems. Well, Dimmy that would be a reason to see a physician and get the information straight from the horse's mouth.]

You better be.

[As if Freddy's one to talk, damn. Don't worry he's not going to rub until there are ingrown hairs bumping across Larry's jaw or anything. He likes the guy too much for that.]

It's cool man. [And he pats a paw in return] You didn't pass out or anything.

[You know, like the time the kid ODed on his stash during a cursed haze.]

[Ingrown hairs would be nothing on getting a hard-on right now and trying to figure out the best way to work it out without getting his back and legs aching more.]

No sir. No passing out or nothing.

[Larry says this with pride. He even took the right dosage except now they gotta figure out the alchemy for the right amount for their lifestyle. Yeah, theirs. Even though he had known before this conversation that his one gun salute on Freddy's two to three was not something resented... he feels reassured more than before.

No ODs, no four hour erection. Again thinking bad to worse, the OD would be the fucking worst. Dimick is lucky any falls or tumbles from the wagon haven't taken him there.

He puts his lips to Freddy's jaw, bristled or not.]

Next time, I'll let you know.

[A four hour erection would be the worst in Freddy's opinion unless it happened over an off day. Sure it keeps you up but it doesn't make the dick hard as steel, not in the least. It's an accident waiting to happen. Of course, blood pressure problems and his heart beating too fast are much more serious. Freddy doesn't want that either. He tilts his head against those pursing speaking lips.]

Thanks.

[He might be a horny little fucker sometimes but Freddy Newendyke can enjoy hours just shooting the shit or watching movies or playing pool because he is a fool for love at heart.] Eat your toast, it's gonna get cold.

[Except he doesn't move from his perch.]

Thanks yourself.

[For the toast. He doesn't need to move much grabbing the first egg topped piece. One healthy bite for himself. Well done, absolutely edible though.]

Y'should have some.

[He says around his first bite. Chew. Chew. Before he swallows Larry offers up the same slice.]

[He shifts around however necessary so the bear can have at his little breakfast feast. When it's offered to him this fox has no problem plucking it from those paws to take a bite out of it himself. Nothing doing about it.]

But I ain't no madman.

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