whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

[Sometimes a guy wants to tell his guy he loves him by the softest carlights moving across a room through pulled blinds and sometimes he wants to tell him he loves him by the brightness of a big fucking marquee. So sue Freddy. Before getting up on his feet again he sucks around the head, eager to lick away every trace of cum from rim to the center groove. When Freddy is standing again he doesn't hesitate pulling Larry into a kiss. He's pretty sure that was the old man's plan too anyway.]

Supercool tough guy.

[He breathes between meeting mouths.]

[Every single drop one way or the other is Freddy's.

That's exactly how he was hoping it would go. It's for the flavor of his mouth, cum or no cum. The cum would be a plus though.]

Mmmhmm.

[Big hands smooth over his freckled skin, over the places he clawed and clutched. There should be some marks left for another day.]

My kind of guy.

[For him and no one else. And that's for everyone to know as well as Mr. Pink does.]

Y'still wanna take that walk or stay in and watch the game?

[Football season. Well, any kind of a sport season. It doesn't matter what they do as long as it's together. Even though Larry knew the kid had someplace to be heading on home on his own felt weird. No more weird than sleeping on the floor of their old apartment where it all began.]

[Freckled arms loop around his broad waist too, holding them against each other, like he's leaning on Larry who's leaning on the wall. There's still a little bit of his load in his mouth, nothing compared to if he had blown it in his mouth, but the favor's there along with Marlboros and probably a cereal bar.]

Mm...you askin' me to pick or askin' me to watch the game?

[The kid happens to know how the old man operates. Seriously. It's also kind of a wonder how they manage to get game tapings a world away.]

[It's a good taste from the shot glass of is mouth. Distinctly Freddy and distinctly gay.]

I'm askin' you to pick. Because I'm sure the game is another rerun.

[Kiss to his shoulder. Even if it's a rerun, the kid should know full well the old man wouldn't mind at all watching. Who knows why they get old games and sometimes games they don't even recognize coming on in.

Standing naked and warm in the shower isn't an option. It's still pretty fucking great by his count.]

Wanna watch the game then go for a walk?

[Leave it to Freddy to introduce an option that involves both because he's kind of greedy for Lawrence Dimick's company like that. He plucks another kiss from his lips too.]

[His lips pull into a grin.]

Yeah. I like that one.

[Grinning like a school boy now through more lip locking like pounding the kid's ass was nothing. It's to be expected of faggots.]

Good call, man.

[Now he's reaching over to turn off the water. His skin is starting to wrinkle.]

[Larry's smiles are so fucking contagious, he's got the kid smiling too, smiling and kissing his smile one more time.]

I guess I gotta thank you for cleaning up my act too. [Look Freddy'll even get the towels this time.]

You're welcome. It's a hard lesson to learn but when you do it pays off.

[That's not punny or anything. Larry towels off his chest, arms. And then he has it on his head, drying off like a dog.

What a successful venture this has been.]

But I ain't no madman.

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