whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[It all goes both ways. Freddy is such a good man. A better man than Larry thinks. Not a murderer and all the things he ever said were not meant to harm people. Fucking the kid, buying him things won't take away from the fact that the old man is a criminal. He wants to treat this man like he deserves to be treated. Why isn't there someone else here doing it

Who is more deserving of Freddy?

Lips lock and show no sign of letting up. The rest of his fist strokes what he can't fit in. Face fucking is welcomed. The salty tang of precum and warm skin are far warmer than the ice water.]

[Sometimes Freddy asks himself the same question, who is more deserving of Larry? It's not their place to answer though, not entirely, and so far being together regardless of whether or not they deserve each other has turned out pretty okay. Just look at them fucking around twice in a row on the floor of their comfortable safe apartment. He would never have thought this was possible in Los Angeles, a dream perhaps, but nothing more.]

You're such a bastard. [Panting like fucking his face is payback for his payback. He's pushing forward only to push back on those fingers.] You're so good to me.

[Wait what happened to being a bastard? With nothing to hold onto, Freddy has no choice but to dig his fingertips into the floor as he unloads cum down Larry's throat. The kid is fucking shaking and groaning.]

[A bastard is right. A low down, inglorious sort of a bastard that somehow is able to do good things.

This may as well be a dream. It's wonderful. Each day even with a curse they get to have time together that was far fetched. They talk about everyday things and strange, unique things that make that conversation just different. Could this truly be replicated any other place?

All that shaking and release makes the suffering and build up worth it. That's why Larry does it. The more fight the better it ends out to be.

He plans on swallowing it down, moaning once again like a cocoa colored woman getting fucked hard in the ass by some Hercules.]

[He's shaking all right, shaking and shivering and writhing and making sure he doesn't lose a drop of cum to any place except for Larry's hot mouth. Freddy's fucking thoughts can't seem to catch up with him either, all of a sudden he's so fucking tired it takes every ounce of strength and willpower to not just lay down on his stomach, on the old man's face. Words don't suffice, right now Freddy's just huffing and panting, then groaning and panting, then just panting.]

Holy shit...

[That was intense. The kicker is not all of the ice in his ass has melted yet so he still feels a chill inside, albeit not as sharp as before.] Fuck, Larry.....come and kiss me.

[The kid breathes in exhaustion.]

[One good long draw on him like he's trying to get the very last cherry coke from the frosted glass. Then he pulls away, dragging himself a little on the floor to that panting mouth. There might be a little left for him if that's what he was looking for.

His mouth collides with Freddy's. It may not be easy to breathe but that's what he feels like. In case the message wasn't clear that this old man cares so fucking much about this shivering body.]

[Larry's right on the money there but even if there's no wad for him to swallow too he'll happily carve the taste out of the old man's mouth with his own tongue. Tired wiry arms around him too, Freddy wanting to settle against Larry, on top of him or under him. Whichever way.]

[Whatever way he pleases, the old man will just lay there. It's more clean then last time. His hands don't stay still as they fall into a lazy roving and petting. Usually this kind of a mouth to mouth contact has some sort of a swelling wave crash over the lovers or swelling music. Nope. Just them in their apartment, the smell of cigarettes and sex in the air.]

Mm...Larry.

[Another kiss then another lick to the inside of his mouth. Another kiss. No music or surf here, no Hercules and two big titted ladies either.]

...You're crazy.

[As if Freddy Newendyke is one to talk. What's ice in the ass compared to being locked up in the x-bar or sucking his dick off after it's been in his ass.]

All because of you. [Just them on the floor. Shit. Larry's not sure if he broke into another sweat or it was the same one but he feels half stuck to the floor. Paws grip at the back of Freddy's head and one of his thighs to keep him close.]

Drive me so fucking crazy.

[Getting him all hot and ready for action all the way home and falling into a clever fox's trap.]

You started it.

[Freddy retorts with a smile. Well it's true ain't it? The old man came home huffing and puffing and looking to bend him over but he got folded instead. Hah. Freddy fucking loves it and he loves his old man. Enough to sleep on him. Look at the way he closes his eyes, stuck in those paws.]

Naw. You did. Writing stories with some pretty apparent innuendos.

[Huff. Well, not to say he didn't bring it on himself. He would do it all over again. Even if it means that his ass is gonna feel raw tomorrow. It already has an aching feeling to it.]

Are you down for the count?

[Stroking his hair which is in quite an interesting state. With those eyes hidden behind long lashes and freckled eyelids he is pretty sure he has his answer already.]

Everything's got innuendo man.

[The kid argues, then he waves a hand which turns into patting and settling on a broad shoulder.]

Naw, just resting my eyes.

I know. Seldom does it have a neon light pointing right to it.

[When he does that it makes him think of an animal. Shit. They got that sort of quality between the two of them. Not just for fucking. For sticking together and surviving too. They gunned down zombie motherfuckers through the streets of LA.]

Let me know if you're cold.

[Laughter doesn't ring out. He manages to stifle it but his belly shakes silently.]

I don't got no neon lights. Maybe a bat signal.

[That's called packing up if you ask Freddy and now that he's run on four legs with a few other dogs he really knows what he's talking about. No need to discuss who's the alpha though, thanks.]

Inside or out?

[He asks with regards to coldness. Freddy rubs a palm over that slightly shaking belly, hairs, softness over hard muscle, and all.]

Still calls for attention. Good that they weren't sore about it.

[Or else the old man would have to talk to him. Set things right in his head. He doesn't know as much first hand pack behavior as Freddy but he feels he is a man to take charge. ...that would be an alpha wouldn't it? Well, whatever. Name it anything and he would still do it because that's how Dimick has been with this kid since day one.]

Both. I might be Mr. Freeze now and then but I don't want anybody freezing.

[Deep breath in and out for that kind of attention. Watch him try and suck it in a little.]

[Oh he feels that slight sucking in and it only makes Freddy laugh as he walks his fingertips up from his stomach to his chest. Larry might have a little extra layer over the body he had twenty years ago but his muscles are still there and as broad as ever. Freddy fucking loves it, he loves it enough to not stop him from plowing the shit out of the old man's ass too.]

I'm cool.

[No that's not an ice joke thanks, but he'll eventually move himself to the couch for a little dog nap under a blanket or something if they got one lying around, if Larry will oblige him by getting one.]

But I ain't no madman.

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