whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Hotel he says...if anyone notices the soft red color in Freddy's cheeks he'll say it's the cold weather. He's so enchanted by the idea of a posh hotel room--oh and this bear arm around him--that when Larry suggests hot chocolate Freddy really just thinks about the beverage.]

Sure. Wanna spike it?

[Who knows if the old man will take it the way the kid means it.]

[Spike it, huh? That some sort of a slang. Larry grins and presses his mouth to Freddy's hair. It's slicked back and smelling terrific while it lasts. Shouldn't be for much longer.]

We can.

[Here's the car, Larry steps on forward to open it. Not because Freddy is a lady but because Larry is a gentleman and a little faster than the valet. His door is opened anyway too, tip for the man for being out in the cold.]

They probably have some at room service.

[Since they're likely working on two levels, otherwise wouldn't the kid be more...excited? There's the red in his cheeks. Larry feels like it could be more brilliant.]

...wanna wrangle in another body tonight? This time your choice.

[He's dead certain Freddy will want more of the same. There's time to think it over as they pull away from their seaside illusion of wealth.]

[God that kiss to his hair, he could fucking die right now and he'd be dying a happy man. Freddy's pleased enough that he doesn't even argue the way Larry opens the car door for him. What a fucking gentleman...he'll give him a checked eyeroll too only because that's what Freddy Newendykes do but it's all affection. Once they're inside he sinks into his seat (passenger's, obviously) then glances over to the driver.]

...

[Say what? He blinks once. Twice. Ohhhh. Now it occurs to him just what he meant by hot chocolate and now his cheeks are growing warmer.] Are you sure?

[Freddy asks because this is Dimmy the gentleman, Mr. White his knight, he don't mind bringing a toy to bed on new year's night? That's exactly what it is to Orange--so he tells himself--toys. Bright shiny big toys.]

[There are millions more that he's willing to give with the right amount of time. Seems like that's what they got right now. Why not spend it?

There we go, now he's catching on.]

Uh huh. I'm sure. I mean, was pretty swell the last time.

[To put it lightly. He looks on over at the man next to him.]

Way to ring it on in. [Absolutely not expecting it to go on this way, and now that he has the idea doing anything else doesn't seem right.]

We gotta get condoms too. That first. Then we'll pick up our man.

[There should be at least one convenience store open, after all.]

I'll take you where I found the last pick. They let you look em over before buying.

I guess...

[That's not hesitation or doubt, old man, this kid is just still kind of in awe that he's making it happen at all. So soon after the first time too. Hey for all Freddy knows Larry is secretly getting over his issue with certain other men too by way of using his own kid as a cover. One can dream.]

You don't have to make it sound like we're picking up chocolate milk. It ain't fun if it don't got a little mind of its own you know?

[He's teasing Larry because goddamn man he's so fucking experienced and professional about it he almost almost makes it sound like a chore.]

[He guesses. There we go again with that kind of Freddy Newendyke casual bravado that he really, really loves ripping to shreds.

No, Larry hasn't suddenly got over his issue but he hopes that if they keep on rolling like this it won't make him feel like he does. It'd be great if they could both reach the same even ground.]

We are picking up chocolate milk. [Smirky smirk smirk.]

Can you get the rubbers? I'll keep the car warm.

[As they roll up to the convenience store, it's not the best looking but it's open. And it's near where they need to be.]

[Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick, Freddy Newendyke happens to enjoy having his...bravado ripped to wet messy shreds. To that smirky smirk smirkness he just shrugs.]

Sure.

[He'll get the rubbers. Oh fuck just thinking about having two dicks to work with is making his coat feel heavy. The kid manages to climb out without a third not-quite-leg getting in the way. He's not that worked up. Yet.]

[That's what he figures otherwise the give and take would be easier. All about the joy of the game.]

Got cash?

[As though he doesn't have any of his own. Larry watches that man step on out. The clerk won't know what kind of a good time they're helping out with. Freddy isn't that worked up, but he sure will be. When is the question? The old man'll keep a close eye on that. Better to bring on up later.]

But I ain't no madman.

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