whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Sounds like you're home.

[Freddy calls down from upstairs though he isn't leaning out into the hall and over the railing or the steps to actually see Larry.]

[Step, step, stepping over the hardwood floor so he can look on up at the man above.]

When did you write that?

[Don't ask what kid because they already started to talk about it.]

I read that at work.

[Along with the rest of the network.]

Write what?

[Whoops. Mistake Number One maybe.]

What do you mean write what?

[On his way up those stairs.]

The story about your super heroes and fondue.

[If they're gonna call it that.]

Your story. The one on the network.

[Brown eyes squint. Wait. Are there more stories?]

[Heh heh heh.]

Oh, that story. Yeah, kinda popular, I mean shit Captain America and Iron Man themselves read it. I wrote it while you were out.

[Shruuuuug.] Why?

Because...I don't think it's fair you got to help me and I didn't get to help you.

[Bullshit. He's peeved because he had no idea at all and because he didn't know that could be done. Shit.]

So you think about those guys on each other?

[God only knows he can talk first hand about the benefits of Steve Roger's mouth. Larry has not forgotten.

Half way up the stairs.]

Sorry it just kinda came to me and I just had to keep writing.

[Freddy admits casually because it ain't no thing but then er...he finally gets an idea where Larry's going with this.]

Why does everybody think it's porn? If I wanted to write porn I woulda said then Iron Man stuffs his hard cock up Captain America's ass.

[He says it like that because he's been dying to say it to somebody all day.]

Never heard a word of it before.

[Leaning a little on the walk about half way there. These eyes are on you Freddy.]

Nobody can eat fondue all night long. Those joints aren't twenty for hours. [Dirty words there, kid.] You want to except you know Captain American and Iron Man are gonna see and say something.

I didn't know I was supposed to run it by you first, damn.

[Seriously. The kid thinks if he did run it by the old man first it'd probably never see the light of day. They'd be too busy fucking. ...Larry's riled up because it turned him on, right? Freddy's hoping that's the case. Sometimes White can really convince him otherwise.]

Okay, you got me.

How come you had to share a dirty story with everybody? Huh?

[Off of the wall and back upstairs now. There's a purpose to his stride.]

Something like that just...couldn't be contained?

[One hand on the rail when he's at the top, the other on the wall.]

Why not?

[He challenges Larry and his he-bearness with a taller posture and a devil may care expression.]

Because I fucking think you shouldn't. That kind of shit is what I wanna hear. When you go spreading it all over then what'll you tell me, huh?

[Closer now. He may not be huffing and puffing with anger but this he-bear is growling.]

My cowboy didn't fuck nobody.

[And all the same the kid got more green eyed.]

Are you complaining I get around?

[If it sounds like he's mouthing off it's because he is. Freddy wants to see what this he-bear can do. Look at how he folds his own arms across his chest and just looks right up at Larry.]

You know you got a few minds going, got a few dicks hard, a few pussies wet.

[Closer still until he can smell the Marlboro Golds on his breath. Paws grip onto those arms.]

What'd that do to you knowin' that? Kinda fucking so many people at once. Not me.

With just my ten fuckin' fingers.

[How do you like them apples, Mr. White? Especially after getting finger fucked last night, obviously Orange learned something from the experience. Oof, paws on his arms. Freddy doesn't even think about going anywhere.]

It made me feel good. [Not entirely but since Larry here is setting a scene Freddy is more than happy to play along.] Like a fuckin' rockstar. I could have any piece of ass I want.

[Right now he has Dimmy's in mind but he doesn't have to know that yet.]

Just because of that you think you're some fucking hot rod?

[Ten fingers, well Larry had him on three. What's that say about Freddy's prowess as the pitcher? If that's a finger to citizen ration? Shit. Too much math.

Paws pull at his arms to get them uncrossed.]

Yeah, rockstar? How good? I don't see nobody else here so I don't think it worked out that fucking well.

[Nobody except Dimick. From where he stands he's pretty sure that the kid is fixing to either fuck himself or at least bend on over. Yeah. He sure doesn't know yet.]

Maybe. Why not?

[Why shouldn't he feel like a hot commodity with amazing fingers, a flavorful mouth, a tight hole, and a sizable cock? It might all be in Freddy's head but that doesn't mean he can't have a little fun with it. Larry looks like he's just about well fucking ready. Ready to do all the plugging that is, hm. Freddy wonders just how long can he drag the charade until he springs for the upperhand. Seeing as how his arms are being uncrossed for him he'll take the opportunity to milk the old man's authoritative high.]

You think so? [Leaning in a little closer.] When you bend me over, pull my legs apart, and put my ass right on your dick I gotta tell you sometimes I feel like I'm being fucked by three guys.

[Are you gonna do something, Lawrence Dimick? He hopes so.]

Because I don't want people getting any ideas. You can get around in peoples minds except you dangle and tease too much...that's when you get in trouble.

[Like...nowish. Larry pulls his hands out in front of the old man. Make shift sort of a cuffing motion. Leaning in he looks into those teasing caramel apple eyes. A little shifting and Freddy's the one with his back to the railing.]

It should only be one and you should never forget it.

[Fucked by three men. Oh shit. It's getting to the old bear. He's starting to sweat through and get hard up. Freddy can talk perfect filth like a slut when he means to.]

I'm not sharing with no captain or any kind of man. [Bat, super, iron, aqua...whatever. Without a special occasion.]

[Cuffed the way he is--oof, pinned with his back to the railing the way he is, one would think Freddy might find it harder to get the upperhand now. No sweat. Talking sweet, talking filth, these are the very things that got him into the circle where he met Mr. White in the first place. Freddy Newendyke is a born natural.]

It's only one. [He nods.] And he ain't no captain...but he's some kinda man.

[Freddy licks his lips. Here comes what he thinks is going to be the clincher. He reaches out to walk his fingertips over the front of Larry's pants.] Can I see what he's made of?

[This man is unbelievable. Talking like he does, writing what he does and then turning it over like that.]

That what you want? [Swallow. Be strong, Dimick. Don't go letting him off the hook because he's gonna blink those gem-stone eyes at him. He lets go to grip the railing on either side of Freddy. Hands free but he doesn't say yes.]

Why? Gonna write about it? Sounds like a comic a guy who can fuck like three men all at once.

[Larry pushes off the railing.]

I thought you said you'd call.

Sorry, I got too into it. Let me make it up to you, baby. [Kneading the front of his pants now.] Please...let me do it for you.

[Blinking those gemstone eyes, working that particular mouth, fingertips rolling Larry through his pants just right.] Take your clothes off and go downstairs for me.

[It's almost the equivalent of saying he needs to freshen up first. Maybe the old man will think that means he really wants Larry to break his current record for how fucking far he can get up his ass.]

[Way to crumble a resolve, man. Larry had full intention of pushing off and at least holding off for a little while to let Freddy stew except he wasn't planning on so fucking sweet a words as please with baby and an apology. Hips, along with the rest of him, play right into that hand.]

Fine. [Won't mean he'll turn over so damn easy and just as sweet. Little does he know. Pushing off completely.]

Don't make me wait.

[As he pulls off his tie and drapes it from the railing. Coat now. He's progressing and then heading on down now in the buff.]

[Heh heh heh.

Fortunately Larry doesn't have to wait long. After he's down there for only half a minute the kid comes ambling down the steps too with tape in one hand, lube in the other, and a towel draped over his shoulders. Looks like he wants to get messy, doesn't it? Also he's naked and his foreskin's already tightened back with a bouncing erection. It's a picture worth a fucking book. He gives Larry a smile.]

Stay here.

[He puts all his stuff down at the computer table then pushes the rolling chair aside to replace it with one of the kitchen table chairs. It's got four legs and a higher back. The better to bend over it. But Freddy's not going to do that yet. Look at him get on his knees to take the old man into his mouth without even talking smack.]

[Oh good. Because Larry had a hand curled around himself ready to start jacking off. Eyebrows lift at all of the materials. They certainly worked with less the other day. He sees or rather zeros in on his cock moving as he walks. It's distracting. Must be what he wants because there's that smile. Something is up. He must have had time to think this over.

Maybe that's why he posted the story to revv up the old man.]

This better be good.

[Very, very curious. Oh. Fuck then. Hand surrenders his cock to that mouth.]

[Right away he's taking Larry to the back of his throat, lips tight on every stroke, sucking on the head then pulling off to jerk his shaft only to put his mouth back on the head. He's getting the old man's cock coated in so much saliva it almost seems like he doesn't plan to use the lube at all. Back down, back up.]

I want you to feel good, Larry, cause I like you best.

[Mouth back on him, really going to town. Mouth off to jerk while he reaches for the tape. Mouth back on and hands off so Larry can fuck his face if he wishes. Anything to keep him from piecing together what's up.]

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