But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Hold it against him? Never. This is what the old man signed up for. Fuck he loves to be able to be on this end of the kid. Hell, any end.]

Got a word for me? Mmm?

[Like he doesn't know. Shit, he gets himself a kiss after that? This fucking kid.]

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah. Two words: Shut up.

[If his face is within reach Freddy'll reach out to take possession of it and make their mouths meet in a deep flavored kiss.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Now who is discovering some hidden part they haven't been? That's what this kind of a kiss feels like. His tan skin is starting to cool. They should get the fuck out of here. Maybe go for pie and coffee. It wouldn't taste as good as their mouths do together right now.]

Mum's the word.

[orangetoughguy]

[He could've sworn he's licked this corner of Larry's mouth before but right now it feels so brand new. When Freddy's got a moment to breathe he looks over Lawrence Dimick under half lidded eyes.]

Can I get up now?

[whitetwoguns]

Oh. I guess.

[One more peck and then he's helping this man sit up.]

Your back okay?

[Had he been in the same situation he wouldn't have been able to stand it for very long. The joy of youth. Thank God he gets to enjoy it from this side.]

[orangetoughguy]

It's gonna have a few kinks in it in the morning I think.

[Whether or not that's true Freddy is more than likely going to weasel a massage out of Larry for himself. And oof, on his feet now, stretching. Completely naked still.]

[whitetwoguns]

Nothing a hot shower couldn't fix for you, kiddo.

[Consider him properly weaseled. The first sign of ache he'd work on a remedy.]

We should limber up if we're gonna go horseback riding again.

[Arms around him for an embrace than a hardy pat.]

[orangetoughguy]

Hey I'll do whatever, man. You're the professional.

[Have a hardy pat in return, followed by a firm hand grabbing the old man's rear.]

[whitetwoguns]

Haven't you learned a thing? I'd say you're at least on the executive level.

[Properly goosed he tenses.]

Shit. Hey, handsy. I don't got pockets to pick.

[orangetoughguy]

[Another squeeze, then his hands relax to settle on Larry's waist.] Yeah you do.

[He says with executive level precision, but his hands don't do a thing to demonstrate how or where. That's for later, like tomorrow maybe, after the old man's earned his keep.]

You're a real cowboy.

[whitetwoguns]

[Hopefully Freddy will leave him enough for coffee and lunch.]

That didn't come up out of nothin'. That's all you, man.

[Sigh. Now they gotta dress. He starts with the first piece near by. Whoop. That's the kid's.]

[orangetoughguy]

I kept you in mind.

[The kid compromises with a smile then turns to start collecting their things as well. Whoops this looks like the old man's, too bad anything Larry owns Freddy can still put on. One wonders if Larry can pull any of Freddy's clothes on himself at all. Just another one of the few perks of being a little(r) man.]