But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

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.]