(This is my first attempt to write orange/white fics and porn. Unbetaed. Read at your own risk)


Mr. White sits on the small sofa in his apartment. The light inside the room is dim, only comes from the table lamp beside the bed and the street light which bleeds through the closed curtains. There are cars and other street sounds muffled in the background, but the old criminal can only hear his breath and the hard thumping of his heartbeat. He shifts his legs so both are spread, he moves his hand to cup his crotch which already hard since he stepped into his apartment and found his beloved apprentice, Mr. Orange, stood almost naked and seductive smirk appeared when the younger man heard the sudden hitched breath came from his older partner.

Mr. Orange only wears a pair of black panties, the silk one. The panties are slung low on his hips, reveal his perfect shaped Apollo's belt of his stomach. His hard on is showed clearly, and Mr. White can almost sees the balls peeked from the panty line.

Mr. Orange rests his weight on the working table behind him. The street light is coming through from the window behind him, illuminating his pale skin. He is smoking, white smoke dancing around him, like a blanket around his almost naked body.

The old criminal is savoring the sight in front of him, every shape of the muscles, the pale skin, the shadow on his partner's beautiful face, the bright green eyes and the black silk which sinfully covered the last uncovered part of the beautiful body.

"C'mere, kid." Mr. White says, surprisingly with calm sound. The younger man smiles, not the seductive sensual smile, but the fond, warm one. He thinks it is so adorable that his older partner trying so hard to keep calm, though he can see much heat in the other's eyes. He loves it. He fucking loves the man.

Mr. Orange stubs his cigarette into the ashtray on the table and walks towards the other man. When he already stands in front of Mr. White, he stops and stills for a few second, glances down to the man sitting in front of him, before he sits on the other's lap, spreads his legs so he straddles the other man. Mr. Orange can feels the sharp intake of his partner's breath. He just smiles and then take the other man's mouth in heated kiss.

The kiss is so hungry, Mr. White shoves his tongue inside, licking inside, sucking the high pitched moan which come from Mr. Orange. They are bitting, licking, and sucking, like they can't get enough of each other.

Mr. White spreads both his palms on the younger's back, caressing the naked skin and can feels the sweat on his back. His right hand then travels lower, until he reaches the panty's line. He dips his hand into the panty and gripping the younger's round ass. Mr. Orange moans from all Mr. White caress and the sudden grip on his ass cheek. He breaks the kiss, but his swollen lip still near enough from Mr. White's it still slightly touches the other's lip.

The older man looks up to see the blushing face of his partner, eyes closed, lips red, swollen and shinny from the kiss. "Fuck! You're so beautiful." He whispers before claims the other's mouth once again.

Mr. White pulls the panty down, revealing half of his partner's ass. Mr Orange's trapped hard cock now slipping out, spread the wet precum on Mr. White's trousers. He moves his hips now to create friction between his cock and Mr. White hard on which still covered by the trousers.

Mr. Orange is now humping on Mr. White's lap, head is thrown back, reveal his sweat slicked neck and his adam apple's curve, moaning in pleasure, both his hand grips the collar of the older's shirt. His body is now so sensitive against the older's clothes. The cotton layer touches and rubs his ribs, his stomach, his nipples, gives him the ticklish pleasure on his sensitive spots.

Mr. White dips down onto the beautiful neck, kissing, licking, sucking and bitting the flesh, spreading the purple reddish mark across the pale neck and then to the collar bones. He is now dipping lower, to suck on the pink rosy nipple. He gives the kitten lick to the bud first, before sucking so hard and makes the younger man shouting so loudly. He sucks the hard nipple like he tries to elicits the milk from it. Mr. Orange is trashing and moaning from the ministration.

"Ah ah ah... Larry..." Mr. Orange grips the older man's hair, he can feel the stinging pain from his right nipple where the older bitting and sucking it hungrily, but the pain gives him the trembling pleasure on his spine and then to his swollen hard cock.

Mr. White dips his hand into the crack of Mr. Orange's ass, he caress the younger's hole and find it already slicked with lube and ready. "Fuck!" He groans, realizing that his partner already prepared to get fucked by him. He latch his mouth to the other nipple while inserting his two fingers inside his partner's hole.

Mr. Orange screams when he feels the thick fingers prob his hole and his other nipple is sucked so hard. The stimulations are unbearable, and then the orgasm hits him hard, his semen spurted across the older's trousers, shirts and suit. White slicks paint the dark layer of Mr. White's suit.

Mr. White is still fingering him and sucking his nipple through his orgasm. The feeling is so intense, he still spurts his seeds for a few seconds and the painful tears rolling down from his eyes.

"Nnnghh... Larry, I'm... Aaah..." Mr. Orange is babbling now, incoherent, the intense orgasm and pleasure fogged his brain. He opens his eyes and then looks down to Mr. White. Big green eyes are shinning so brightly with tears.

Mr. White is still fingering the younger man. Mr. Orange, after regaining his coherent mind, starting fuck himself onto Mr. White's fingers. He is kissing Mr. White now, with soft chaste touch. Humming in delight, still feeling high after the intense orgasm. Mr. White's left hand caresses the younger's cheek lovingly, brushed the tears trailing there.

"Please fuck me." Mr. Orange murmurs against Mr. White's lip. "I'll be so good, Larry." He trails kisses along the man's jaw. "I will always be so good for you. Only for you, Larry."

The older man growls and then suddenly lifts the younger one, carried the smaller naked body towards the working table, and sprawls him onto it. He pulls the black panty from the younger's hip, and left it hanging on Mr. Orange's right ankle. He latches his mouth again into brutal kiss. Mr. Orange can only moans into the kiss.

"Only for me." Mr. White says between kisses. "You're mine, and you'll be good for me." He kisses the swollen lips once again before moving back and kneeling in front of the table. He spreads the younger's tight, revealing the pink puckered slicked hole. He is admiring the twitched hole, before dipping his head and licking it.

Mr. Orange moans, his body trembles and shakes. Mr. White keeps licking the slick hole, tasting the cherry flavored lube. He sucks the rim, and the then dipping his tongue inside the hole, fucks the tight ring with his tongue.

Mr. Orange is trashing, blabbering. Mr. White keeps rimming Mr. Orange's hole, he likes it, the sounds coming from his partner, the sweat musk and lube scent mixed together, and the twitching flesh. He rims like kissing, sucking, licking and bitting, put all his attention to the slicked hole.

After he is satisfied with the rimming, Mr. White gives the last lick and soft kiss to the hole and stand up. The sight in front of him takes his breath. Mr. Orange looks debauched, the crimson blush spreads from his youthful face down to his chest, his eyes are heavy with lust and pleasure, tears streaking down his cheeks, and those bright green eyes are glistening so prettily. His body is covered with so many red love bites, and his nipples are very red and glisten with Mr. White's saliva. His mouth is so red and swollen, a trail of saliva tracking down from his mouth to his chin. His hair is mussed, a few strands of strawberry blond hair are on his face. His chest move up and down so fast from the ragged breath. He looks really fuckable, and Mr. White almost come just from seeing the sight of his beautiful partner.

Mr. White unbuckle his pants, he is trying so hard to keep calm so he doesn't come right now. He is so hard he can burst any minute.

"Hey, baby." Mr. White says softly, he caresses his partner's wet cheek, their noses are touched. "I'm going to fuck you now." Mr. White positions his cock in front of Mr. Orange's hole and rubs the head on the hole. Mr. Orange's breath is hitched with the anticipation. He closes his eyes.

"Yeah, Larry. Please, please take me."

And then Mr. White slams his cock inside. He is still caressing Mr. Orange's face lovingly, but his other hand grips the younger's hip tightly, prevent him from moving too much.

Mr. Orange's legs crossed behind Mr. White's back, and he lifts his hip so the older man can fuck his hole deeper.

"You're so good, baby. So tight for me." Mr. White thrusts hard and fast, trying to get deeper and deeper. Mr. Orange is now crying in pleasure, the fat cock rubs inside him, and the head hits his pleasure spots so many times. His hands grip so tightly on Mr. White hair and neck. Mouth opens in chocked whimpering and moans.

"I'm gonna breed you sweetheart. I'm gonna dump my cum so much inside you until you're leaking, and then you will wearing that black panty of yours again, soak it with my cum coming from your ass." The older man murmurs the dirty words against Mr. Orange's lip. Mr. Orange can barely talk, he just whimpering.

"You want my cum inside your tight sweet hole?" Mr. White thrusts faster and harder. His orgasm is starting to building. " You want my lots of cum pumped into your flat stomach, making it round, so you look like pregnant?" He slams very hard into Mr. Orange, the younger man screams. "Answer me, baby." He says softly, despites his brutal hard thrusts.

"Aah... Ye...yes.... Ahhh.... Larry..... Yes, please.... I want your cum..... I want your cum inside me.... Ahhhh...." Mr. Orange answers with so much effort between his gasps, his second orgasm also building, his cock is trapped and rubbed over Mr. White's shirt. His prostat is brutalized hit repeatedly by the older's cock.

"I want.... Ahh.... Please impregnate me.... Put your baby inside me.... Larry. I want your baby." And at the last sentences, Mr. White comes so hard. His cum spurts so much and coated the inside of Mr. Orange's hole, marking him. He groans against Mr. Orange's neck.

The feel of wet warm spurt inside him, makes Mr. Orange reaches his peak also. He comes without being touched. His semen coated Mr. White shirt and his own belly. His body is trembling. He tries to catch his breath while enjoying the warm buzz of afterglow. His shaking hand brushes Mr. White's hair, who is sprawled on him, also trying catch his breath.

"Goddamn." Mr. Orange chuckles and smiles. He can feel the man above him trail soft kisses along his neck.

Mr. White gets up and leans his weight on his elbow so he can look the younger man under him. He grins and caress the sweat damp hair of his partner lovingly. "My baby, huh?"

Mr. Orange laughs softly. "I don't know you can talk dirty like that."

"I don't know you can play dirty like this." Mr. White says while tugging the black panty which still hanging losely on Mr. Orange's ankle.

Mr. Orange laughs again and lifts his head a bit to reach his partner's lip and kissing him softly.

"What're you going to do now?" His breath is so heavily scented with his last smoke it may as well directly be second hand. Eddie would care about it more if his face wasn't pressed to the plaster of the hall. The open air halls of the Super 8 really feel rough. Then again, he never had his cheek pressed into it. "Daddy can't moderate."

Joe wasn't even there.

"Fuck you." That was something that the younger Cabot could say confidently. Hey. Might just happen at this right. Eddie twists and then grips on Vic's thicker forearm. If the move were more fluid it would be like that hold cops put on you, the one that makes your arm sting. "Calm down, buddy boy. Your case of blue balls are gonna make you pass out."

All of the same bullshit banter like they had before he went to jail, and before they graduated high school. They were different boys then. Edward was slimmer and Victor got more...something. It was hard to say exactly what sort of change was going on behind those baby blues. Still waters run deep. Then again they were almost always still. Vic was too fucking cool. At an early point in their friendship, Eddie hoped some would rub off on him since they rubbed other things.

"Stop thinking of my dick." Jail house scuffles helped hone Mr. Vega's ability to wriggle free. No more Mr. Nice Guy Vic. He gets behind Eddie again and grabs him by the hair, his arm folds so easily under the other man's chin. "Now that you mention it though," he pauses and gives a short laugh, "fucking isn't a bad idea."

It's like all those afternoons watching scrambled porn. Back then hands were kept to yourself unless asked. Queers asked. Niggers take what they want. That was the logic anyway. Somewhere along the line they decided they were neither queer or niggers. Eddie and Vic just did what they wanted. And sometimes what they wanted to do was hurt one another.

That arm feels like the coils of a python. "You're gonna choke me." Like it or not, Eddie has to cough. Vic lets off but only after dealing a heavy push. Eddie's solid enough to not tumble. He dusts off his oxblood blazer. "Thanks for nothing you piece of shit. I'm not buying you dinner again. No wallet or not."

The same as always Vic sniffs and rubs the side of his nose. With his hand at that level it only half hides his smile. Nothing friendly. Sharks have smile all the time. "What do you say we have a round two. Whoever wins...wins."

Blue balls might be contagious. They shouldn't play so rough. Not in public. Eddie pops his collar and takes a few deep breaths. Wasn't it already round two? "Whoever wins," he agrees. Toothpick Vic keeps on smiling. Even when he's coming forward. The game is on much sooner than anticipated. "Shit! We're in the goddamn hallway!"

Just like a fucking little kid, bitching and moaning to get his way.Vic's eyebrows raise. Looks like he'll have to be more forceful than that to get this piggy to quit squealing. His mitts are on Eddie again. Why did he even bother giving him the option? After all, they're won't be a loser. Everyone is getting fucked. More scuffling, scraping. Since they only stepped out for a smoke--nonsmoking were all that was left--so the door is open. Blonde drags in Eddie. Weight makes it more of a challenge. Except that means he's got more cushion for the pushin'.

"Motherfucker!" Eddie tries to grab at Vic's knees. But that makes him so easy to push onto his back, onto the bed. All this horseplay makes for heavy breathing, sweating and getting up close. Real close. Again that smell of cigarettes is too potent. Vic breathes into the shell of Eddie's ear. They're sensitive. That's what everyone says. No bones. Only cartilege. Easy to bite. Like he does. Eddie yelps and almost knees the christened Mr. Blonde in the crotch. "Watch it will you? What the fuck are you trying to do? Draw blood?"

Holy shit, YES.

Someone please fill this!

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I think that "bonus for inspiration from 'The Piano'" should just become a general statement applicable to any prompt on this meme.

YES!!! There's such an interesting dynamic between them that's just asking to be explored.

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"You’ve been looking at me all night, kid,” White said.

The table was littered with empty bottles, glasses full of melting ice, chewed up straws and abandoned cigarette packs. White was finishing his beer. He took a long drink, then another, then put the empty glass down.

“What?” Orange asked, looking down at his hands as he quietly shredded a bottle label. He shrugged his shoulders vaguely, like he didn’t have a clue what White was talking about. It was a pretty good act and very nearly convincing.

“You’ve been looking at me all night like you think it’s gonna get you laid.” White pulled himself out of chair, stubbed out his cigarette and took out his wallet. “But it’s not.”

“It’s not?”

“Nope,” White said. He took some bills out the wallet and tossed them on the table. “Not with me.” He looked up and smiled, putting the wallet back into his pocket. “With me you need to ask for it.”

He turned, ready to leave, and as he passed the chair he leaned in close and spoke softly in Freddy’s ear in a tone and timbre that made Freddy squirm. “You just need to ask,” White said.

Freddy went after him half a minute later. He found White at his car, key in the lock, and came running up to him. “Wait,” he said. “White, hang on a minute.” He put his hands in the pockets of his coat and took a deep breath.

White looked at him warily, like he suspected Freddy was entirely full of shit. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. “I’m going home. Did you wanna come with me?”

Freddy suppressed the urge to twist his fists in the pockets of his coat. He shrugged again, in that very nearly convincing sort of way. “Like for a drink?” he asked.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Shit, man, it’s not like I got anything better to do.”

They drove in silence, the radio off, White smoking a cigarette and Freddy considering all the possible implications of the phrase, “super cool.”

White’s place was just as empty as Freddy’s, but somehow the crummy lighting and bare walls felt less like a shitty dorm room and more like monk’s cell. There was a small desk, a threadbare couch and an ancient television. The hallway to his left was dark. When White went into the kitchen on the other side, Freddy opened the middle drawer of the desk. It was empty. He opened the top drawer. In it was a gun. He closed both drawers, turned, and took the cold beer out of White’s hand.

“Here,” White said briskly. “If that’s what you want, drink your drink and get out.”

“What?” Freddy asked, flinching a little when he broke character.

White grabbed the desk chair, dragged it across the room directly opposite Freddy and then sat in it. He kicked his feet out and crossed his arms over his chest. “I said, if that’s what you want, drink your drink and get out.”

Orange scoffed, shaking his head for the imaginary audience. “Fucking power trip, man,” he said to no one.

“No,” White said. “I just don’t want to guess at what you want. You told me you wanted a drink, so I got you a drink. If that’s all you wanted, then I guess I’ll hit the sack.” He brought his feet back and put his hands on his knees as though to rise.

“Wait,” Freddy said.

White sat back again. He smiled. The beer was sweating under Freddy’s hand, getting difficult to hold onto. Freddy looked at the floor, midway between White and himself. “I did want more than a drink,” he muttered.

“Well, I don’t bake pies and I’m not much good at pinochle, so I’m afraid our options are pretty fucking limited.”

Freddy frowned and opened the beer, tossing the bottle cap into the trashcan with a loud clang. He took a drink and looked at White like he was something that needed to be puzzled out. The beer caught against the emotion in his throat and made it feel worse. White shook his head and smiled softly and comfortingly, in a way that washed over Freddy and tugged at his gut. “Just ask, kid,” White said. “That’s all you have to do.”

Freddy half turned, looking at the door, then looked back.

“Tell me what you want,” White said.