whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

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[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.]

Hah hah hah. [Freddy gives short laughs that sort of disguise his huffs and panting. Sort of.] You still tellin'...

[Oh shit he's getting serious now. The kid groans, leaner body rubbing up against that bigger one, eager to get him (them) up.]

Still tellin'.... [Breathe, Newendyke. Arms go around Mr. White to get a pull on his hair, not too hard, and mark his back.] Bad jokes?

[As if Orange is one to talk.]

Is it funny, baby?

[Skin to skin, and boy is it summertime in here. More rubbing since that looks like it's the theme. For now.]

Getting poked right in the funny bone?

[One arm around him and he grips at Freddy's thigh encouraging him to hold on anyway he can or want because...the old man's gonna move to have em sit on up.]

I'm gettin' poked alright...

[Freddy grunts, making his own cornball quip. Okay time to play hardball, one freckled hand is leaving his hair to creep on down between them. He's seeking out that very thing he said was supposed to be up, his funny bone. Yep. He'll hold onto him there since Larry seems so encouraging about it. Better get him to sit up real carefully in that case. Oof.]

Watch it.

[Warns Orange because yeah he can scrape the roof of the car if he's sitting upright. Fff. He'll take care of himself though by ducking his head right into the crook of White's neck where he starts sucking on the guy.]

I think you could take some more.

[Those flappy hands always know how to move. Nimble fingers wrap on around that wider shaft. Larry lets his head fall back as he fumbles blindly for his pocket to get lube.]

It's not a knock knock joke.

[God. The boys at work think he's got the stamina of a stallion coming back with marks all the time. He loves it. Oh. There's lube. He gets a portion on his fingertips to rub on Freddy's ass.]

[He has pretty good stamina for a motherfucker going on...shit, fifty? Is it supposed to be the big 5-0 soon? Freddy's not completely sure only because Larry lied about his age the first time. It doesn't matter too much though, he's robust and just the way Freddy likes him, the way he met Mr. White.]

S'it a dirty joke? [Pausing to speak.] I saw you passin' those out like party favors.

[That might be an exaggeration. He removes his hand from working the space between Larry's thighs to walk his fingertips up that broad belly then chest.] Damn...

[Freddy breathes, feeling the coolness there. Put his fingers on him just right and it's like the kid could just fuck himself on his hand already.]

Maybe. [Around, around and then he's pushing one thick finger right on in halfway before pulling out and pairing it with his middle.]

I got plenty of dirty ones.

[Now he is up. Watching that kid breathe, touch on him.]

A white car goes off roading.

[In, in. Out, out until almost pulling on out. He remembers how it went on the other side of that. If Larry can be patient he can drag it out nice. Too bad it's so fun slamming away at this kid's sweet ass. For fifty it's something he's proud of. And yes, he is fifty.]

Uh...uh huh.

[That's Freddy trying to talk while getting fingered like some goddamn school kid and fuck does it feel good. He grinds back a little on those two thick ones.]

And...?

[Knees spread a little more as if lowering himself farther is going to make those fingers fuck him harder. Needless to say he's losing the focus to suck on Larry's neck.]

[That's no earthquake. The shocks on the car have it shake some with how he's pushing on back on his fingers. Not even his cock yet so the man wants it bad.]

And then it rains.

[He'll laugh for the two of em.]

Don't go spoiling yourself on just my fingers. You know I got a lot more for you.

[A few more hard, deep and curling passes at his prostate before he has to get his fingers out to get more lube on his cock.]

Real funny.

[Freddy remarks and he'd be smirking too if it weren't for the fact that Larry's got his fingers up his ass. Oh yeah, he wants it. But spoiled?]

Please.

[Spoken with sarcasm. All he needs to add is the 'bitch' part or that grenade starting with an 'n' to really rile the old man up. Too bad (?!) Larry's the one doing the riling. Those particular curls make him groan some more.] Come on...get it ready...

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