whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Real, real slow. I promise.

[More rubbing on him feeling like it's helping in some way. Down his chest.]

Don't you dare force it.

[The slip surprises Larry and he gasps. Stay still, man. Larry clutches on Freddy digging into his ribs on either side.]

Oh my God.

[Sure made him take the old way for granted that's for sure. Rubbing now again. He leans and does his very best to keep the extra weight off even as he's panting, burning to press on. Thin lips of his kiss at his back and shoulders.]

I'm not. I'm not.

[Forcing it. Except he kind of sort of is, he's forcing himself to not err on the side of caution. Fortunately the gamble pays off with Larry deeper inside of him, enough to start moving. Something about being held this way gets to Freddy too, held so tight on his sides like he's being taken and placed on Larry's dick whether he wants it or not. Except he wants it all. No problems here.]

Okay...

[Do it, he wants to say, encouraged by the kisses across his freckled skin. Legs spread a little wider and he places his arms back on the tiles, crossed so he can rest his forehead on them.]

[He replies nodding but then remembers that he can't hear that. And with the hot water running down on both of them he'll need more than that.]

Okay, baby. Say the word if it's not workin'.

[Despite worry, despite anxiety he's still fucking hard. Blame it on how deep and snug he fits into this man's body. Larry remembers just how wide his own cock is. He starts shallow and small.]

Jesus. [Throaty groan.]

Goddamn...

[Without the gun oil the friction is far more intense and Freddy's caught wondering how the fuck did they do this before? This isn't the first time Larry's lubed him up with what God gave him, the last time though does feel so long ago, so long ago since they started investing in foil squares filled with the silicone stuff instead of a rubber ring. However intense it feels now, it's not something the kid wants to do all the time, maybe only when a shower's available for Larry to lick him ready.]

Keep goin', Larry.

[He insists with less strain. The more he moves the easier it feels. No John Connors here for now.]

[No, not the first time. But shit not frequent enough to remember how it is not something easily done. Sure does make him appreciate lube more. At least in prep. He comes more secure with the prompting. Less shrill, pained of a voice. Larry reaches down to stroke him as he goes.]

Nothin' but me inside you.

[Pulling back farther and hitting harder as he continues. Grip at his shoulder turns into a grip into his hair.]

Just you, baby. [Panting already. Shit his breath hitches and then he's got to swallow a groan.] Just you...your spit. [Huff.] Your dick.

[Nothing else. That's part of what arouses the kid. The stroking and then a grip in his hair are like fucking icing on top. It's the warm water that helps keep his body comfortable enough, relaxed and not locking up.]

[The waiting is getting to the old man. And hey, precum sure would help.]

Uh huh.

[Rough, primal and risky. That's them anyway, isn't it?]

Just what a guy like you wants. [Growl as he shortens the time between thrusts, his balls swinging at each pass.]

[This is the kind of fucking a guy worried about catching the gay thinks of. Fucking without barriers, fucking with only spit for lube, so if a guy tears or gets filled up with cum--or hell both--he's practically guaranteed to catch something. Rough, primal, and risky with Mr. White. Just the way he likes it.]

Uh huh.

[Freddy makes the sound through grit teeth for taking harder faster thrusts. He can feel a dull throbbing burn at the edges of his asshole already. Although the size and shape are different, the way it's being done makes him think maybe this is how Larry felt when Freddy fucked him using his full moon cock. Feels so fucking on the edge and so good for it.]

Pull on me. [His hair, his shoulders, whichever Larry feels like using to really make his ass slam back on him. Freddy's already thinking in brief flashes about taking Larry out to suck on him, coat him with his own saliva to ensue the old man can keep plowing him.]

[Well, there is a problem there. If you're not up for it, you don't want it, how could you possibly want it after? People are so fucked up. Without barriers, rough and completely on trust is how you do it when you like it.]

What'd you say?

[Larry pulls on his hair hauling his head up a moment. Teeth are now in the mix on Freddy's skin dragging a little. He drops his grip form the man's hair to leave short smacks at his shoulder, his chest. Sharp squeezing for muscle here and there manhandling him like he's got more than two arms.]

--Fuck.

[Whatever answer Freddy had it gets caught in his throat when Larry pulls his hair just like he asked. Goddamn could it get any better than this? His skin shivers even under the warmest water because teeth are dragging on him, stinging without cutting just like the feeling in his ass. Oh right, the old man asked a question. The kid gasps again, groans, huffs, then finally answers in something of a rasped but not yet quite reedy tone.]

Take it out. Take it out man.

[He might sound like he's begging Larry to do it because it hurts but what Freddy has in mind next is hardly the case.]

[One more pull as he takes a chomp at his neck since he is in control of where he angles his neck. No vampire teeth here.]

Don't tell me what to do.

[This would be more vicious and cruel if he wasn't listening. The old man pulls out. It's a controlled motion even though it's so goddamn hard to leave the heat of his body.]

So now what?

[Huffing and puffing, if there was a house it would have been blown down already.]

[Chomping on him like that really makes the kid sing like he might start fucking dying. Don't tell him what to do, damn, he almost regrets telling Larry just that because the loss of his cock when he does pull out is so fucking intense. Freddy actually seems mildly off balance when he turns around to get on his knees.

Green eyes peer up in warm caramel tones as the kid puts his mouth on the old man and sucks his cock down for all it's worth.]

[That was kind of the point. But also because he can't help but be that way. Now this man is on his knees. Larry has to lace his fingers in his hair again. The old man combs it back, for the time being the water helps it lay flat that way.]

Holy fuck.

[Zero hesitation there, no matter where it's been. This kid is so fucking amazing. He has the big bear moaning and trying to keep gentle with his paws. Freddy's mouth can be a tight, wonderful place too.]

Suck it, baby.

[Fingers and warm water in his hair, no matter where it's been he feels like he's in the right place. Freddy sucks it down, purses up, bobs his whole fucking head on Larry until he's sufficiently coated that cock with a mess of saliva again. Then he's getting back on his feet and turning around, assuming a bent over position once more.]

Put it back in. Fuck me. I'll do it again.

[Orange promises in a low but solid voice, eager to please and be pleased. He knows taking his cock like this does something for Larry and frankly it does something for Freddy too. No one needs to explain what.]

[Hips twitch trying not to drive on down his throat. Cool it, Dimick. Don't go savage. Freddy's oft flapping lips look great with a cock between them. All that action has him a few seconds from leaning on the wall. Off? Oh damn.]

What the fuck did I say about you telling me what to do?

[Paws at his hips, as hard and rough as before and back on in with the same amount of caution as before. There is a clear difference with the extra saliva. Maybe they both might have to have mouth work if they wanna try this again.]

You're gonna get it, and you're gonna get it hard. [He's got a long, low grunt as he keeps going.]

You're gonna--[Fuck there he goes.]--do it anyway.

[Freddy manages to mouth off again before he's groaning aloud, groaning and panting with no restraint.] Jesus Christ, baby. Fuck me real good.

[More bowing, like this he really feels the man brutalizing his prostate. It makes his knees feel weak.]

[No going back now. Larry's got no intentions of stopping slowly. Sounds like it's a straight shot to the finish line from here on out.]

Because I need to.

[Not want. He stops holding onto his hips, Shoulder and hair, hair because he asked for it but also because it feels like the next best thing to a collar for this wild dog. Harder now, more rough with hardly any time at all between thrusts. Freddy's got a prostate about covered in precum and saliva now.]

Shit, you're beautiful. [And tough. Taking it right up the ass with no lube. Even with a start and stop, it's so fucking great to the old man.]

[Just as how Larry fucks Freddy with no restraint Freddy groans over Larry with no care for how he's overpowering the sound of the water and possibly penetrating the walls. Oh well.]

You're fuckin'--amazing.

[Swallow. The kid reaches down between his thighs to feel that cock going in and out, paying no mind to his own erection because goddamn this really feels like it'll happen just from getting fucked alone. Then he moves his hand back around to dig his fingertips into Larry's thigh.]

I'm gonna come. [Another gasp.] Come inside me. [More telling the old man what to do, tsk tsk, even as he starts writhing and riding on him without any sense of rhythm.]

Feel that fat cock fittin'?

[With fingers as well as his ass. The pads of his fingertips have an unexpected effect on the old man's balls. They tighten almost painfully.]

Piece a-[a shiver breaks through him. Fuck he's closer than he thought] shit.

[Telling him what to do. It's toughguy talk. The loving brutality of it all is bringing it out in him. Audibly too. It compliments Freddy's vocals. Larry decides to go for broke and try to come with him. Which means he hits harder.]

I do.

[Another choking gasp interrupts his own words as Freddy unloads almost violently. His body is shuddering, his knees threatening to buckle even though they're locked, and his free hand is dragging his fingertips along the tiles.]

Fuck! Oh fuck, Larry. [If the old man didn't know better it'd sound like the kid was fucking sobbing. His body seems to twist again, as if those hard pounding thrusts might fold him in half against the shower wall.]

[Both arms are around him to hold him, to feel his body shake. There's no smell of blood. He subconsciously checks for that too.]

Come on, Freddy. Come with me baby.

[If he can even make out what the fuck the man is saying through clenched teeth. He's gonna blow it. He can feel his load boiling up to the brim.]

Oh God. [The old man's unable to wait another minute before he is pumping the kid's ass full.A straight man's nightmare.

Oh shit. Was that synchronized? Looks like. Larry's a little too far gone to appreciate it right now.]

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[Larry's not the only one too far gone to appreciate it. Freddy's still unsteadily coming down from that high as he puts a tough grip on Larry, possibly leaving imprints, in an effort to wordlessly ask that the old man not move a fucking inch for a moment. Just stay deep inside him, flush, hot, tight, thick. Together. Whether or not the sensation is just in his head he can feel Larry's load far up too, as hot as the water running down his shoulders.]

Fuck...Goddamn...

[He's trying to catch his breath, trying to get some oxygen back in his head to shake out a stupor. Freddy's not shuddering but his thighs still tremble a little. Another hand between them works to ease Larry's cock out of him, away from the cascade of water because he doesn't want him rinsed off before he can taste it. Is that nasty? Is that beyond a nightmare?]

[His heart is somewhere between an explosion and stopping completely. The vice grip, likely bruising of the kid's hands keep him anchored. No passing out right here. Bad, bad timing. He stays still except for the tremors in his stomach and arms.]

God-fucking-damn.

[One word. Freddy could knock him over with a heavy exhale. He leans backward against the wall and about jumps out of his skin feeling his lips and tongue again.]

Fuck. [Panting like a tired dog. His hands are on him and this time petting. It's not nasty to the old man. It's stunning. They're in the shower so it's clean enough. That thick cock feels so sensitive.] Freddy.

[It's the taste he wants, the taste and the remnants of their act in is mouth. He wants Larry's cum in his ass and in his mouth, like getting some kind of fucking double shot and driving home the fact that this is how they fuck. This is how they live and Freddy fucking loves it. He couldn't have imagined this reality coming true in Los Angeles but it's real right here right now and right at this moment he's sucking off the semen coating the dick that's just been in his ass. No one else has ever had Freddy Newendyke this way, sometimes the kid thinks no one else ever will. But that kind of future is even more sensitive to touch. No need to talk about it, just let his actions do the talking for him. Caramel green eyes are looking upward with affection even as his lips pull up and down his shaft. It's the same as saying I love you.]

[Cold tile at his back, warm wet heat from Freddy and the shower head. This could easily have been a dream a year and more ago. Impossible, impractical and just too fucking fanciful to be a part of Lawrence Dimick's life because he wasn't a faggot. Not really. The man man thing didn't work close to the man woman thing which was far from perfect too. If he could try to tell himself this is what he would experience later, it would still be a shock. Now he's a glutton for moments like this. Who knows when one day it will all go away.

Everything ends. They can't fuck in the shower all the time. They can't sleep in the same bed or live in the same apartment. They can't fuck without lube or condoms. They can't fuck. Why is he even daring to think about such horrific things when the kid is so beautiful right between his legs.

Larry swallows, pushing down the thoughts and saliva overrunning his throat. Freddy Newendyke is a wonderful man who loves him. He doesn't need to suck off his thick cock after it's unloaded in his ass for him to know but it does project the message as bright as neon.]

Get up here, pretty baby.

[Because that's what this undercover cop is to this convicted felon.]

But I ain't no madman.

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