But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

Nope. Not a bit. If you were, you know you'd be a prize winner.

[Ah. All that smugness and fucking sass is back. Larry loves it. Hopefully tomorrow's not too busy. He wants to answer while on the clock.]

What will? The pain?

[Or the want for something to plug him back on up. Either way. Since he doesn't want to get nudged or pushed or pulled anymore Larry steps into the shower first.]

[orangetoughguy]

Like what, a breeding bull?

[That ought to be Lawrence Dimick's title but he won't try to swell his old head up. Only Freddy Newendyke seems capable of going two rounds like that, hah. With regards to the pain, again the kid just kind of shrugs while following him into the shower.]

Guess you gotta wait til tomorrow to find out.

[See toucan play at that game.]

[whitetwoguns]

I was thinking more like the type for the rodeo. They put up a hell of a fight.

[Physical fight not verbal. The verbal right now is tame by their standards.]

Tomorrow then.

[Soap in one paw lathering up and over freckled turf.]

Now though, I'm gonna get you clean then say good night.

[Because even if he hasn't fucked Freddy to soreness he's done it to exhaustion. Two rounds one after the other.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Those paws are free to roam wherever they please while these freckled palms knead over Larry's upper arms and shoulders.]

You comin' to bed or writin' the sequel?

[Tit for tat. And who said he wasn't sore. An undercover cowboy has got to be Clint Eastwood in this job.]

[whitetwoguns]

I'm done with that for now.

[The mood for writing is gone. It's hard work. How do novels even get written these days.]

Might finish it up tomorrow. I dunno.

[Scrub down his chest since that got wrecked first. Then sides.]

The bed's warmer with two.

[Flappy hands on him rubbing where he will feel great.

[orangetoughguy]

Good idea.

[About keeping the bed warm with two. His fingertips linger over the wildcat first, then the Queen of Diamonds and King of Hearts, just rubbing and working the old man's muscles...under that thanksgiving layer on his torso. Pat pat. Larry's turn for a soap down even though he's not as dirty. For a guy who loves to get filthy he's rather gentle with the way he washes Larry's cock.]

Let me help. I can write stories too.

[whitetwoguns]

[Gentle for one hard fucking homo. That could go for either one of them. Larry sighs and leans into the wall as he gets cleaned on up.]

Cowboy stories? Or Freddy stories?

[Light teasing. Boy. Tired is hitting him hard.]

We could write something together.

[Something they both could agree on.]

[orangetoughguy]

Are you sayin' cowboy stories ain't Freddy Newendyke stories?

[Please. Who gave this old man Jonah Hex. Lather and rinse.] I'm willin' to try.

[whitetwoguns]

[Rinse, rinse, rinse.]

No. I'm saying that Freddy Newendyke stories have a special flair to them that not all the typical cowboy stories have. I don't think that's bad.

[Ruffle his hair before combing it back.]

I like Jonah Hex by the way, to me that says Freddy Newendyke.

[No more suds so Larry turns off the water.]

[orangetoughguy]

[His skepticism is visible by the way he kind of just quirks a brow while getting ruffled. Fff.]

You do?

[Skepticism dissipates in favor of feeling like he's got to wag his tail. It's not that he doubted it'd be a good match for Lawrence Dimick, he did see him reading it now and then. But to hear it said so casually with Larry's brand of cool conviction? That's special.]

I mean I knew you would.

[whitetwoguns]

As a matter of fact I love it.

[Pushing the door open he grabs two towels. One for the kid the other for himself.]

That's cuz you know me.

[Towel over his shoulder now. Larry busies himself on getting the driest he can be.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Flattery and buttering the kid up like that will get Larry anything anytime. Towel in hand he starts ruffling and rubbing himself.]

Cool, cause I can get you more. I can think of other covers too. [Look what you've done, Dimmy.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Not too surprising but...something that they both can enjoy together. Why the fuck not? He wraps his own towel around his padded torso and steps on out of the shower.]

But I only want the ones you think are the right ones. Don't go by no one else's recommendations.

[So it's strictly a Freddy task. Since he'll be the one reaping the rewards.]