A train cried out in the distance. The heat of the day still clung to the air, buffeted by a soft, nighttime breeze. Freddy craned his head up, glancing at the stars visible through the gauze of stratus clouds. The moon hung heavy and orange behind wisps that seemed to curl around it. If he had been superstitious, he would have shivered. The fair pulsed with the sound of laughing children. Music from competing rides blurred together like a cacophony forced from a squeezebox. Freddy walked away from the lights and the noise until the air seemed cleaner somehow, the stars brighter. He could hear the crickets in the fields around them. Larry and his mom walked leisurely ten paces behind him, hand-in-hand.
"You know where you're going, kid?" Larry teased.
"Yeah. I think it was somewhere around here."
They trudged past a row of booths, slightly bowed by time and filth. Instinct told him that he was close; he just hoped they hadn't changed the layout much in the years since he and his mom had last been there. Relief crested over him as he saw the letters in cracking paint: DESERT EAGLE SHOOTOUT!
It was predictably without a line, a few knobby-kneed kids taking their turns with the guns. The booth was split into two sides, one with rifles, the other with pneumatic air pistols. The almost comedically offensive visage of an Arab, holding one type of weapon in each fist, loomed above. There was a crudely drawn measuring tape with a big red arrow pointing at the 4'6" mark that read "You must be THIS TALL to play!"
The kids were horsing around, standing too close to the booth, barely managing to hit any of the targets. The carnie looked bored, more interested in his cigarette than their antics. He eventually threw a small, plush camel in their direction and told them to take a hike. Freddy sauntered up and dropped a few tickets on the counter. He walked back, but not too far.
He lifted the weapon and took six clean shots, missing two of the turbaned targets by about half an inch. It seemed to impress the carnie, who whistled low and tossed him a mid-sized lion. Freddy smirked and thrust it under his arm, nodding at Larry to take a turn. He shook his head in amusement and walked over to hand the carnie his tickets.
Freddy wasn't surprised when Larry stood about two feet farther back than he had; one arm raised, back straight, legs apart. Perfect stance and mental concentration. He watched with rapt eyes. Larry's finger pulled tightly at the trigger, firing seven shots in quick succession, all landing true. Heat pooled in Freddy's groin. He didn't dare look over at his mom. Blood rushed to his cheeks and he held his prize lower, shielding himself. He almost didn't hear Larry speak.
"You still got a ways to go, kid."
"No shit," he breathed out.
His suspicions about Larry were all but confirmed and the prospect thrilled him more than it should have. The carnie handed Larry a massive, overstuffed elephant in almost quiet reverence. Freddy would have laughed if he hadn't been busy trying to spool his guts back in. Olivia snorted in amusement as Larry placed the unwieldy thing in her arms.
"Someone's getting laid tonight!" the carnie guffawed.
She went rigid and shot the man with a cold stare.
"I'll have you know that my affections aren't earned by virtue of a cheap carnival prize."
The carnie wilted, Freddy gaped, and Larry grinned from ear-to-ear. Olivia whispered something in his ear as Freddy looked on, feeling like he was drowning in shallow water. Without a word, he turned and stalked away.
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (24/?)
"You know where you're going, kid?" Larry teased.
"Yeah. I think it was somewhere around here."
They trudged past a row of booths, slightly bowed by time and filth. Instinct told him that he was close; he just hoped they hadn't changed the layout much in the years since he and his mom had last been there. Relief crested over him as he saw the letters in cracking paint: DESERT EAGLE SHOOTOUT!
It was predictably without a line, a few knobby-kneed kids taking their turns with the guns. The booth was split into two sides, one with rifles, the other with pneumatic air pistols. The almost comedically offensive visage of an Arab, holding one type of weapon in each fist, loomed above. There was a crudely drawn measuring tape with a big red arrow pointing at the 4'6" mark that read "You must be THIS TALL to play!"
The kids were horsing around, standing too close to the booth, barely managing to hit any of the targets. The carnie looked bored, more interested in his cigarette than their antics. He eventually threw a small, plush camel in their direction and told them to take a hike. Freddy sauntered up and dropped a few tickets on the counter. He walked back, but not too far.
He lifted the weapon and took six clean shots, missing two of the turbaned targets by about half an inch. It seemed to impress the carnie, who whistled low and tossed him a mid-sized lion. Freddy smirked and thrust it under his arm, nodding at Larry to take a turn. He shook his head in amusement and walked over to hand the carnie his tickets.
Freddy wasn't surprised when Larry stood about two feet farther back than he had; one arm raised, back straight, legs apart. Perfect stance and mental concentration. He watched with rapt eyes. Larry's finger pulled tightly at the trigger, firing seven shots in quick succession, all landing true. Heat pooled in Freddy's groin. He didn't dare look over at his mom. Blood rushed to his cheeks and he held his prize lower, shielding himself. He almost didn't hear Larry speak.
"You still got a ways to go, kid."
"No shit," he breathed out.
His suspicions about Larry were all but confirmed and the prospect thrilled him more than it should have. The carnie handed Larry a massive, overstuffed elephant in almost quiet reverence. Freddy would have laughed if he hadn't been busy trying to spool his guts back in. Olivia snorted in amusement as Larry placed the unwieldy thing in her arms.
"Someone's getting laid tonight!" the carnie guffawed.
She went rigid and shot the man with a cold stare.
"I'll have you know that my affections aren't earned by virtue of a cheap carnival prize."
The carnie wilted, Freddy gaped, and Larry grinned from ear-to-ear. Olivia whispered something in his ear as Freddy looked on, feeling like he was drowning in shallow water. Without a word, he turned and stalked away.