whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Not a word of doubt at any of those sources. He's not a research sort of a guy in that sort of a sense. Manuals for cars, magazines for popular things, word of mouth for about everything else. Oh. Encyclopedias now and then.]

Jesus Christ.

[Upon seeing the picture. Clearly something not quite right. Heh. Glad the kid has a picture of Johnny Storm. The dirty one...why is that still there? Does he get off on the fact he sent it? That question takes back seat in a big way.]

Did she see you?

No. I don't think so. If she did she ain't sayin'.

[Shaking his head. Phone tucked away now for more puffing.] I knew she was something, I knew it. Pretty sure Paisley and Argyle still have their copy of the surveillance shit.

[That's an idea. A look at Larry again.] Anyone see you with Blonde? You ever meet his little 'roommate'?

[Calm enough now to talk business.]

Yeah well, just in case we gotta get someone in on it. Paisley and Argyle would be the way to go. Even if we're not gonna do a thing about it. Fuck. They should know for their own necks.

[A spider woman could be eating people. What then.]

The clerk at the store could have. It was nothing big. He was alone. Sounded like he got up to something big earlier on. I didn't want to know.

Right. [He's thinking the exact same thing about spider women. Pat pat to the back of a broad paw now.] M'glad you're okay...

[That's the honest truth, Lawrence Dimick, even if Freddy might still appear a little huffy.]

[Slowly that paw turns to grip his fingers. He's testing the waters because the more it's out there, the more apparent that maybe that was not a good idea.]

I am too. It turned out better than I could have imagined it to.

[Are you gonna go and let the old man hold your hand?]

[Fine. Fine fine fine. He can hold Freddy's hand...the kind don't mind (he likes it).]

Even if he's the real deal he doesn't need to know shit, no diamonds, no nothing.

[The kid's fairly certain the old man's already figured that part out but just repeating it helps solidify the plan and smooths out Larry's hide if Freddy's been making it stand on end with his little(?!) outburst.]

[Grateful paw holding bear is grateful.]

Not a damn thing, man. We got outta there. That's fucking that.

[Oh he's been riled, but not to fight. No big blow up or small tremor it still came to mean that he is not pleased.]

I didn't give nothing away.

[Repeating, tattooing the facts.]

I didn't think you would. You know, professional stuff.

[Freddy quips, giving Larry a casual shrug like it's no thing at all.]

No personal details.

[That was the rules. Never mind that they're hypocrites for not following them.]

Have you had your fill of burgers and bullshit?

No personal details.

[Freddy repeats like it's scout's honor or a Green Lantern Corps oath. As for burgers and bullshit, he's pawing through a bag for any lost fries on the bottom. Hah there's one. He sticks it in his mouth, effectively replacing a spent cig.]

Yeah.

You uh wanna do anything?

[Freddy can dig through his own bag, he's turning the car on.]

Joy ride? Maybe somethin' sweet?

[To clean the palate. This can either mean ice cream or the old man has to make it up to the kid any which way he can. That depends on what level of perturbed he is. Larry's hoping that if he doesn't react much, if he accepts he's done wrong by doing it that it won't be an issue.]

[Considering the old bear's lack of major outburst to his own 'secret' (delayed truth?) it must be fair to say they've squared away their offenses, right? Right?? Freddy hopes so because he's riding the same wavelength, do something else and the other guy won't dwell so much on the fact that he didn't tell him as soon as possible. Is it really necessary to tell the other at the drop of a hat? Hum, important questions.]

At this hour?

[Night time. Not quite midnight but getting there. What's there to do so late?] What do you wanna do?

[Freddy asks, leaning over a little to put the pressure on Larry to pick something that pleases him rather than the kid. He's a stubborn old gentleman, Orange knows, the kind who insists a kid like him don't owe him a thing.]

[Saya being a spider, well, he feels like it is an issue that started between Freddy and Saya spreading out in the way that webs do. He's glad that they know. And if there were real danger, Freddy would have told him.

Exactly like how Larry would have told Freddy.

They are fair and square.

Driving through the streets of the City, their City he thinks.]

I wanna find a place to park and rough you up some.

[That's what he asked, okay. Even if the kid will be ready to move on to the next thing be it going home or heading to the bar.]

Wow. [Staring at you, Dimmy. He's staring with those caramel apple eyes. Kind of mischievous looking now too.] Real straight forward, just right to the point.

[Hands are flapping, one landing in the other to indicate how quick the old man cuts to the chase. It turns Freddy on. He probably knows that, that under his casual devil-may-give-a-shit demeanor the kid's like some eager school boy. Waiting and panting, ready to do tricks.]

Direct questions deserve direct answers.

[Flapping means that it's business as usual. Staring alone means that the old man is in for a surprise. Staring with flapping means that he's trying to get a hold of himself.]

You need any more details than that? It sounds like you need some convincing.

[Turning on down some less populated streets, those businesses that are closed until morning.]

You know I told the Human Torch I had to see it with my own eyes to believe it.

[He waves his flapping hands again to gesture flame on, flame off, fire snap, fire woosh. It was awesome in case that wasn't clear yet. Really it's just another roundabout answer to tell the old man to put his hands on him and gosh does Freddy want those hands on him. No fiery mitts or green-lit fists. Just these two normal mundane human hands.]

[Parked. With an open lot you can park wherever the fuck you want.]

Then you're gonna be gettin' an eye full.

[The second his hands are off the steering wheel, they're on this man. One moves his face to take a kiss, the other one is feeling what he's got between his legs through his jeans. Like he doesn't already know.]

Prove i--

[It. Teehee. Of course he knows. That's why those thighs of his pull shut around a paw to tease him as well as keep him there while Freddy's mouth meets Larry's. One kiss. Two kisses. Lips part to taste his fast-food flavored Chesterfield tainted maw.]

[This might be two and a half, two didn't quite end. He fell in and is going deeper. Since he's trapped he cups and rubs. He can make out the shape of under denim. Larry invites Freddy's tongue into his mouth to suck on, anticipating more. This would be it if they were well behaved teenagers. Keeping it on the outside of their clothes. That's one big fat if.]

Are you gonna just hump my hand and wreck your jeans?

[More pressure down there. Don't worry, Newendyke. Not that hard.]

Is that... [More kissing.] What... [And sucking and being sucked on.] You wanna...

[He has to shift a little more, stomping on the trash they've left from their meal because goddamn Larry that paw is too much to resist, his legs are giving in and widening to fit better. Oh and also to hump him better.]

See?

[Don't underestimate the kid, Dimmy, he'll shake the car like there's a fucking earthquake happening.]

I would. [Suck. Smack. He's rubbing right on back.] Except I wanna.

[Gulp. Gasp. There we go. Now he's opening his legs.]

I wanna be more involved then that.

[Fuck well, they're in the car. And it's not no roomy company car. Gotta make use of the space they have. It ain't in the front seat.]

Meet me in the back seat.

[Because he's gonna push off and head back there.]

[Somehow it doesn't feel like winter anymore. He purses his lips, not wanting to have to let go of Larry but if they want to go beyond humping his paw well they gotta split. Sigh. Freddy clicks his tongue against the old man's lips before leaning away too.]

You got it, tough guy.

[If Larry's gonna actually climb out and walk to the backseat, Freddy here will use his size to his advantage and crawl his way into it from the inside. He's tricky that way, like a fox. He'll peel his shirt off on the way too, like a goddamn teenager if teenagers normally came with bullet scars.]

[They haven't been still here for too long and it is getting pretty damn warm. Freddy is already there when he opens the passenger door and sliding in.]

Hey there, handsome.

[As he's pulling Freddy by the belt loops. The old man is getting him out of those. Look how he licks his lips anticipating.]

It's dangerous goin' around like that.

What's up?

[Right away these wiry arms go up to grip the arm rest or something, whatever he can hold onto to help wriggle out of those jeans. And yes, he has to ask the million dollar question.]

Like what?

My dick.

[For one. And if it ain't up right now with how he moves his mouth against him and fucking rubs on him like that's all it takes, it's smug the attitude.]

Without a shirt, laying around in back seats.

[Free of jeans and soon to be out of boxers. The distance lights make him look even more pale, nearly making freckles disappear.]

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