whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

My mistake.

[He apologizes so off hand one wonders if it's sincere. It's not because the insult wasn't sincere in the first place. No need to explain a thing to Lawrence Dimick, right? Considering how he's teasing Freddy he's pretty sure the old man's riding the same fucking wavelength. And yes, he's bending over the ledge, legs spreading to entice Larry.]

Fuck me.

[The kid's aroused by sheer circumstance. Having to say these two words, an admission of how badly he wants to get fucked, is just torture.] I want you to fuck me, baby. Just you.

[Listen to this goddamn moaning, Mr. White. How can you pass it up?]

[No harm, no fowl. No real threat here. Paws keep a solid grip as he bends like that. Their neck of the City is stretched out before them.]

You're starting to talk like a slut.

[Now the swollen crown of his cock pushes on. The way the kid is talking, leaning, and carrying on he doesn't stand a chance. Lubed up and pushing on in.]

Since you asked for it, you're gonna fucking get it.

I am a slut. A slut for you.

[Freddy pants in clarification, shoulders down on the ledge enough that he can actually turn his head and look over one at Larry to see what he thinks about that--oh goddamn. The kid groans, expression twisting from smug to...not so smug, as he feels that cock pushing in. Fuck he is such a slut for it.]

[There is a cool wind that sweeps over them. No wonder at all because they'er up so damn high. With all the heat they're conducting it isn't a problem. Least of all to Larry. He has his shirt on and trousers somehow hang barely on him. Freddy's bare ass is exposed. A shirt protects him from scraping the shit out of his chest.]

Oh yeah. I can feel it, baby. Fucking all of you want my dick.

[There's the slip. Larry grinds, his balls are up against his brutalized rear.]

[Good because the kid doesn't want to have to explain why he's chafing all over his chest. This'll do. He's a little bit cold but the way Larry quickly puts him to use brings up the warmth in his skin, turning his cheeks (face and ass) a soft glowing red.]

Oh shit, Larry. Baby.

[Being bent over the ledge like this Freddy can't quite push back onto him but he wants to. Badly.]

[Is he ever shirtless at work? Has he told Tony about them? Little thoughts and questions to be saved for later.]

Here it comes now. [Just like he wanted, just like he begged for.]

All yours, Freddy.

[Grip on his shoulder intensifies. No way this guy's gonna fall. Larry goes into motion not holding back. The man was begging to be fucked. Don't want to disappoint the guy.

How homo is that? No to mention calling one another baby so freely, so frequently. It slipped out, it was a sparred word. Like if they said it too much it would be offensive.]

[Nod nod nod. Fortunately doing that doesn't scrape his face. What were words turn into huffs and puffs, groaning and gasping for air like Larry's fucking all the fresh crisp winter from his lungs.]

Fuck.

[Well that's what he's doing, Freddy. He struggles with the tie, wanting to reach back and feel Lawrence Dimick thrusting into him. The fact that he can't only intensifies the feeling of being plowed. It even makes the kid tighten up at moments.]

A-all mine...

[Those moments he tightens up about blow the old man's mind.]

This what you wanted? [He wants to smack at his ass again so he lets go of Freddy's shoulder. The grip on the tie and Freddy's wrist remains. Here, he'll touch on right between them, and even a little lower to touch behind Freddy's balls.]

How you thought of gettin-gettin' fucked? [The way their skin strikes against one another makes it sting.]

[Those strikes make him tighten up too, as if Larry didn't already know they would. Huff and puff. Freddy tries nodding again.]

Uh huh. [Cough.] Deck my fuckin' halls.

[Yes, he went there, only because he can and this is a much better alternative to all that music down below.]

[Aw man, Freddy. Really? Larry steels himself and makes himself stay in the role as he pulls out completely.]

What the fuck did you just say? Huh?

[Not missing a beat he again deals a series of opened palm blows to his ass. The old man wants nothing more than to go back in but he feels like holding off is gonna make it even more explosive.]

[Heh heh heh heh. Freddy throws a sharp and triumphant look over his shoulder--ow. Those blows make him huff and puff again, like some kid getting spanked.]

Think I just made...your not nice list.

[Okay maybe it wasn't such a good idea because now Freddy's feeling distinctly empty.] Get back inside me man...

[Both paws on either ass cheek, gripping hard and spreading as he rubs on up against the kid.]

Stop talking like that. That's why we're up here. You wanna go back to the apartment?

[Huffing and puffing in his own way, waiting for the right response. Larry's feeling a distinct need to be tightly clenched.]

[Oh come on it was a joke. Does this count as breaking character? Freddy shakes his head several times.]

No no I don't wanna go back.

[Groan. Aw hell is he going to make the kid beg?? Freddy makes that thin reedy sound he knows Larry's familiar with.] Come on, baby, put it back in.

Good.

[Back in, one full motion. Shows how responsive he is to the way the kid says shit.]

Aw fuck. How you keep your ass so tight, baby?

[Bruising grip spreads each cheek and then relaxes enough to touch right above where Larry's length disappears into Freddy. Rather than going right at it after he fits all the way in once again, he builds up.]

Holy shit.

[Freddy breathes when Larry fills him up again in one smooth heavy gesture. What kind of question is that to ask when he's being fucked? Seriously.]

I don't--I don't know, your dick's pretty big...superpowers?

[Huff and puff again. The way the old man touches him has the kid arching his back as much as one can when bent over a ledge.] Practice?

[One to preoccupy him. Make him keep on saying dumb shit because it'll all come out. The old man's got the kid raw physically, emotionally he can't be too far.]

Superpowers from a supercool fucker like you.

[Paws on both shoulders. Back to slamming so hard that the skin of his thighs tingle.]

Think of all those people down there, not getting it as good as you.

[That's what the old man is doing. Oh fuck, he knows he's already smearing precum all over the kid's prostate. The way he arches his back, Larry aims hard each time.]

Nobody gets it as good as I do.

[Freddy manages to groan out under the weight of being pressed against the ledge, fucked hard and deep right up his ass. Jesus what a cocksucker he is, no doubt about it. He still wants to break free and touch Larry, guide a paw to his cock so he can feel fucking sandwiched.]

Shit. S-sit in the chair, Larry, put me on you. I wanna see you.

[More like Freddy wants to come all over him and he's pretty sure they're both close. His dick's wet too and like hell is he going to waste it on the wall.]

No one.

[When they were apart he knows for sure that he didn't fuck anyone with this kind of abandon. No need to even ask, it's just apparent in how he moves, how he talks. Jesus. Okay, old man. Hold it. They're gonna part.]

Whatever baby wants.

[As though he's a selfless bastard. Larry pulls at his tie as he pulls off. He wants to feel those constantly active rough and strong hands on him. The ledge isn't quite so tall but he helps Freddy off.]

You'll get to see all you want.

[the chair feels so damn far away, somehow he makes it.]

[Watch this, old man. As soon as the kid's free he sort of walks after him, not particularly straight. Ahem. But being this close to coming and having to stop? That's got Freddy's motor running hot and heavy. Without wasting another second he shoves Larry right into the chair, rough strong hands sitting him down, dick up. Then Freddy's climbing into his lap and guiding that hard cock back up inside him, a fucking professional this Newendyke.]

Like it?

[Does Mr. White like what he sees? What he feels? Even when they were seeing other people Freddy didn't fuck anyone quite like this. Hell he didn't even get beyond cock sucking and handjobs with other men. Maybe that's why he was so upset about Larry fucking that blue eyed kid.]

Takin' all of you up my ass...

[Will the kid keep on walking like that awhile? The thought disappears with the way those hand are on him. The old man is efficiently put in his place.

All of the toughguy attitude is coming back around fast. Shoved and dick still hard and held high he moans feeling it placed back on in that kid's fucking snug, warm body.]

Shit, I love it.

[Now he's the one to be growing desperate. Don't blow it yet. He strokes up Freddy's chest only to go back on down. That poor, uncut cock has been pretty fucking neglected. Fingers curl around him.

Freddy is so unlike Kenny. He was trying to forget, trying as hard as possible. While there were some great times, it was not comparable to right now. It didn't feel like this, crazy and needy.]

I'm gonna blow my load up your ass.

[Huff. Huff. A gulp of air because breathing is important. Not yet. Soon though. Oh so soon.]

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[They might not be big old paws but his freckled palms are holding onto Larry's broad shoulders something solid. It's the same grip he'd use to put a perp over the hood of a car but Larry's no criminal right now, not to Freddy. His expression is half pleasure and half determination, eager to milk an orgasm out of them both. That paw on him is the last straw.]

Fuck. I want that, I want it baby.

[His thighs are shaking and his knees buckle as the kid comes right on him, spilling out on those thick fingers and probably on his shirt too.]

Fuck, Larry. Oh fuck. [He's grinding hard in his lap, every inch of White's cock hooded and snug in his ass.]

Give it to me baby. Fuck. Fuck just like that.

[They're racing together to the finish line. His eyes want to shut against the wind, and because all the stimulation and effort from Freddy he could sit back and be dragged along. No. They're in it together. His hand works faster up and down on his uncut cock, smearing precum along the way until he feels something warmer and thicker come on out.]

Freddy. Freddy. [Again he feels His own Freddy tighten. Grinding after so much friction and motion makes his ears buzz. All the same it feels wonderful. His own cock, fatter and cut but oh so perfectly wedged up inside of this man unloads. The real treat is that he gets to do it with a hand on him and looking into his strained face.]

[There's that rasped tone again.] Larry...

[Don't count on looking too long because the second he feels that hot load go off Freddy's overwhelmed with the urge to kiss Larry. Call it romantic or something or whatever, he just feels like doing it. Freckled hands move from his shoulders to his face, pulling him in for their mouths to meet. There's a mess between them, up in him, it's a perfect flawless finish.]

[He loves it like he loves the way their stubble scrapes when they'er so close together face to face.]

God--[pulled right on in. Larry launches a full assault with his tongue. There may be the lingering flavor of the shared cigarillo. Tongues writhe together as he grinds with Freddy. Messy, hard and perfect.]

[It's a little rough but it wouldn't be so familiar and comforting if it wasn't, which isn't to say Freddy doesn't love a freshly shaved Lawrence Dimick either. He's got a taste for both textures.]

Mmph.

[Tongue openly accepted and returned in kind. He's grinding into his mouth as much as he's grinding against his lap. If anyone saw them right now there'd be no mistaking what the fuck they are and for the moment Freddy doesn't give a damn.]

That it? I got it all?

[He asks between kisses and quick breaths.]

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