whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

I got nothin' against stairs.

[Through the door and out to the stairwell. From here he can hear more music, this jingle bell shit coming from some other apartment. Poor suckers. The closer they get to the roof though the fainter the music grows.]

Me neither. [Elevators are just faster, okay.] Especially now.

[And up they go! Have they been to the top before? The old man is trying to recall. A few more flights up, he feels like he can pull out the ear plugs. The small things are offensively neon orange.]

Good idea, pal. I'm glad one of us could keep his head straight with all that.

[The Christmas hit parade was being played in a Freddy music volume range. That must be it.]

[Pretty sure he's caught the old man getting his summer tan up here at least once. Tonight though it's too cold for that but at least they're alone. Seems like only they've given the roof top a try. It's deserted save for a few left over chairs. Up here the Christmas music is still audible but now it's more like a background melody. Easy to tune out.]

You suggested it.

[Freddy counters, still unaware the old man meant upstairs, not the roof.]

[Fresh, cool air and the city stretched out all around. A deep breath in and a heavy, relieved exhale out. Larry lets the door close heavily behind him. There were a few times he crept on off to attempt to sun in the buff, okay. Except it's hard to do with other people poking around.]

I suggested up stairs. This one's on you.

[He pats on Freddy's shoulder rather heavily.]

Lifesaver.

[This calls for a celebratory something. Not a Chesterfield though. The old man reaches on into his jacket.]

Got something I thought we could share.

[Free of invading seasonal music and all it brings around.]

[He sort of sways under that patting paw because Lawrence Dimick's got a heavy arm okay? Now Freddy's curious though because one never really knows what Larry means when he says he's got something to share? What could it be? He knows better than to bring something home that could raise up his conscience.]

What's that?

[He hopes it's something ridiculous yet characteristic of a high roller, like an ice cream bar dusted in edible gold. Cigars will do fine though...the imported kind hand-rolled by only the most sophisticated South Americans who also run a cocaine business on the side. That's better than actual cocaine though.]

[It so happens to be a South American culture byproduct and a sort of cigar of sorts. Larry peels away the thin plastic wrapper.]

A cigarillo. Here. Have a smell.

[While it is wrapped in a tobacco leaf, it's flavored with peach. Let the kid find out for himself. To those convenient chairs now, since it looks like they'll be up here awhile.

No coke. So far, so good. Holy Christ. Looks like it'll be a year clean coming up. He hopes that he can make it. Those swinging holiday parties are going to start up. Maybe he could bring Freddy along.]

[Oh...] Thanks...

[Freddy accepts the cigarillo for a sniff. Not bad. He doesn't get his lighter out either because he wants Larry to do the honors, but only after they settle into the chairs overlooking their part of town. It's not a particular high view but it's nice after sundown, all those city lights never seem to go out, excluding curses of course.]

Light me up.

[Beautiful view. Distantly "Do You Hear What I Hear" is playing. He pulls out his lighter.]

Take a puff. Don't inhale.

[Click of his lighter. Larry guards the flame from the wind.]

[Freddy does as told even though it's not his first time smoking a cigar or cigarillo or whatever it is Larry wants to initiate him into indulging.]

Peachy.

[Better to be safe then sorry. He'd feel like such a heel handing it over without a few pointers even if he's done it before. It's small, cigarette like. Thankfully Freddy isn't offended by small reminders.]

It sounded better to me than French vanilla.

[The old man loosens his tie. Freddy can pass it on over when he feels finished.]

Fuck all, we got a whole month of Christmas songs ahead and I've had it.

I don't mind vanilla. [Offhand remark about the flavor among other things.] Fuck if everyday's like today. That shit happened last year.

[The kid remembers cause goddamn they've been here for over a year. It'll be another birthday for him, a year since he told the old man he's a cop. A year since Larry broke his ribs and a year since Freddy dragged him away from his coke. Here he'll pass it over now.]

Maybe a little but it's not my first pick.

[Yeah. He'll leave it just like that.]

If we were still in our old place, there'd be no hiding.

[Now they're on the same wavelength of reflection. What more do they have between them other than a badge? The holidays can't be as bad as they were. No one is going to beat up anyone else. No one is going to be about bursting with a bad secret.

Larry leans back a little in his chair and watches this man exhale the smoke.]

It's an oldie but goodie.

[He'll add as his last note on that subject because what's fucking face to face in bed if not vanilla? He'll be damned if old fashioned Dimick doesn't consider that a classic.]

We could've fucked off to the beach. [A shrug.] Start a fire there, warm up for the night.

Your oldie is my goodie. [The old man shifts and takes the cigarillo out of his mouth to have a taste now. Having different tastes and ages means they're never gonna run out of comparing humor and jabs.]

A fire. [Puff. A plume of smoke goes up in the air between them.] Are you cold or something?

A little. Better than being deaf.

[He acts out shivering and shuddering only because it's more fun to do than asking Larry to warm him up.]

I think that's terribly offensive to deaf people.

[Another puff but he gets the message loud and clear. Now he'll loosen up his tie completely.]

Guess we'll have to make due then.

[Larry pulls the cigarillo from his lips and holds it up to Freddy's.]

Hold this.

[The loose tie he pulls and holds either ends.]

Take off your coat.

Sorry.

[He says right to the face of the only person who could possibly be deaf, which is Mr. White. Then with that cigarillo presented to him Freddy purses his lips around the thing before shrugging his jacket off. What's Larry up to? He's curious.]

Bullshit.

[Said with love and amusement. Cheeky son of a bitch.]

Put it down and kneel so I can figure out the best way to fuck you on this roof.

[To warm him up, to pass the time...most of all because he wants to and because they can.]

[Oh. Oh...Freddy looks around the roof then back at Larry because really? Seriously? Can't the guy go a fucking day without wanting to fuck him? Jesus Christ.

Freddy loves him so much. He tosses the jacket aside and cocks a hip out. It's no massive thick cigar but he does his best Logan impression, not giving a fuck and daring Lawrence Dimick to come get him.]

Make me, bub.

[He could. He really could. Except why would he want to? Freddy's a free man and can say no at any time.]

Fine. Have it your way. [On his feet now and he takes a grip on each freckled arm. A struggle here, a struggle there before he fixes them behind the man. Now to make use of his tie.]

You're not gonna get by for nothing with that kinda bullshit talk.

[It's music to his ears, music he wouldn't mind busting out of everywhere.]

[Oof. Struggle. Oh he's really struggling. Yep he's trying to get free. Oh damn looks like White got the upper hand. But then...]

How'm I s'pose t'make noise?

[Freddy manages around the cigarillo. Oh wait, Newendyke, maybe that's the point.]

You'll be making plenty of noise.

[Body leans in such a way against him as he secures the tie. It's kind of cop style at the kid's back, Freddy could slip on free with the silk if he wanted to. Now Larry works on getting him to kneel. Applied force on his shoulder and tapping at the inside of his knee.]

There.

[Once he's really down.]

Stick there a second. [With his smoke and arms bound.] I'm gonna make sure this is a private. I don't want nobody helping you. [One of those chairs is going to be fixed under the door knob.]

Oh yeah? [Still mouthing off--oof. He collapses down on one knee, then two.] Ow.

[That 'hurt' man. While Larry's going off to stick one of those chairs under the door though Freddy finds himself wanting to lick his lips like a dog licking them chops. Too bad he can't do that with the cigarillo still in his mouth. Goddamn.]

[Back he comes, taking his time. He takes his coat off in the process and drapes it over the back of his chair which is where he decides to be. It's close enough to lean and take the cigarillo.]

Lemme give you something else to suck on.

[He takes himself out, because someone just can't use their hands right now.]

[For once Freddy makes sure he doesn't trail a string of saliva after the cigarillo, wouldn't want to soak the smoke. Caramel green eyes are looking up though, partially daring, partial hungry.]

You didn't have to tie me up for that.

[The kid plays the role well. His lips part and the tip of his tongue peeks out like he's hesitant to suck on a cock. Then his warm breath is on the head and his mouth around it, eyes peering up again as if to ask if he's doing it right. Bull fucking shit, he knows he's doing it right, he just wants to play the saint they both know he ain't.]

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