whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

[It's not difficult to whip out a piece, all the same he takes his time.]

You're acting like this is all that we'll do.

[Thick fingers comb through his hair once, twice and one more time as Freddy pulls the shy, hesitant act. They then curl into his hair and grip tight to haul his mouth closer.]

Suck it.

[Larry's other hand taps the cigarillo to one side.]

[The kid's looking forward to doing more.]

--!!

[Gurk. The brief choking sound he makes is real but nothing of concern. Freddy Newendyke is a grown man after all, he can take it. Hell he wants it. And boy does he love the way that paw combs through his hair, comforting one second then controlling the next. It invokes a flash of challenge in his eyes as he takes more of Larry into his mouth. Freddy wastes no time pulling and pursing on him now, eager to remove that smug ass cigarillo smoking look from his face.]

It's no lollipop.

[Huff. Listening to the slurp and sucking noises, however muffled distract the old man from the carols. He keeps a grip on his head like it's what is driving the motion. It's not real control, it's more like taking place in a dance. Somebody's gotta lead. Being this aggressive is just another way to express how much the kid has this old man.]

Good. [He's expelling all of that peach flavored air faster than he wants to. Freddy doesn't do shit half way.]

Think you can do better.

[He deliberately loosens his lips just enough to make a pull from mid-shaft back up to the tip particularly wet and bordering messy.]

Then what is it?

[Freddy asks, wanting to hear it in the old man's own words. Mouth goes down again but his eyes stay looking up as much as possible. Watch that nose sink so far down he may as well be snorting this patch of brown hair.]

It's my fat, hard cock.

[Don't go to pieces yet, Dimick. He takes another inhale from the cigarillo and keeps that eye contact. Those caramel apple eyes are half the problem because looking like that Larry knows him well enough to know that he's wanting it. And bad.

One year ago they did this shit with even more reckless abandon. It was at a safe distance somehow. Hovering close, enough cards were on the table but did they know one another as well as they do now? If there is a next year for them, would they feel the same?]

Right down your fucking throat.

[A year ago they'd have been doing this with a rubber between them.] Nhhhuh.

[Freddy sounds around his fat hard cock, floppy haired head bobbing up and down between Larry's paw and Larry's balls. He's maintaining just the right balance to not gag himself on the old man without remaining too stagnant in his movements. If only he had his hands to really drive Larry wild.]

[A year ago there were secrets between them, big ones.]

I know how you like it.

[Harder grip on his hair. Any more wild than this and the old man would be trying to fuck his face. The impulse is already there.]

So far you think it's gonna come on out of your ass. Heh. Well, don't get to used to it. I want to try it the other way around.

[The old man rocks his hips, letting Freddy guide because he knows full well about that right balance. Not much more of this, Larry pulls him off.]

You know what I mean, don't you?

[The kid shakes his head slightly which also makes his mouth rock on his cock. He doesn't know what Larry means exactly, Freddy wants to be shown, told what to do, 'forced' into it because shits his hands are bound what else is he going to do? He wouldn't dare tear into that pretty tie either.]

Shit...

[Cough cough. Licking his lips. See this saliva staining his chin? That's all for you Lawrence Dimick.]

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