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Freddy's ass is sinking down on Larry. He's got his hands forming a loose triangle over the other man's broad chest. There's cum spread across Larry's belly too, evidence of Freddy's intense orgasm, now it's Larry's turn.

"Come on," the kid barks. His thighs are feeling weak but he has no intention of stopping until he's bred.

"Jesus Christ," the old man groans. His fingers sticky from the kid's load are digging into his paler hips, imprinting temporary red half moons. Larry rolls his head back and growls loud and deep as he releases into him.

"There we go," Freddy pants, triumphant. He shifts from fucking his ass up and down to grinding against Larry, doing his best to milk out every last drop of cum from his old balls.

Larry's hands reach farther back from his hips to feel the seam where their bodies meet. What a fucking tight fit.

"Did you give me everything?"

"All I've got, kid..."

Freddy smiles at that. His caramel green eyes are still bright and shining behind his sweat-dampened floppy hair. It's another long moment of satiated silence with one resting on top of the other before Larry has to pull out.

"Want me to eat you out," Larry asks. The taste of his own cum trickling down from the kid's red asshole is his delicacy of choice.

"Naw, I'm cool," Freddy sighs at Larry's side. He doesn't want to have to leave the comfort of his heavy arms. He knows he'll have to soon.

"Okay," Larry says lazily to mask his minor disappointment. A tissue makes quick, if a little sloppy, work of the rest.

"What're you gonna do after tomorrow," Freddy asks. He's been working up the nerve to ask him that question for days.

"Me?" Larry looks at Freddy, "I told you, kid, lay low until the smoke blows over." He's combing his thick fingers through Freddy's hair.

He loves it when Larry does that. "I mean, what are you gonna do. Fuck off to Baja or something?"

"Baja's not bad," Larry says with approval, however, "every Tom, Dick, and Harry runs for the border first." He's getting two cigarettes out from their packs on the nightstand, a Chesterfield for himself and a Marlboro Gold for the kid. One day he hopes to ween Orange off the weak shit. "I have a property in Florida. I'll fuck off there then sail south." He pinches both smokes in his mouth to light up.

"That's a long drive," Freddy nods.

"Yeah. I could use some company." Larry offers the Marlboro to Freddy.

Freddy looks at Larry, brow slightly furrowed. It's what he's wanted to hear all this time and everything he wishes Larry would take back. Can the old man read it on him? Can he see the kid for what he is, les yeux sans visage. The seconds seem to tick by in long stretches as he thinks about what to say. In reality it's just a breath.

"I speed," Freddy cautions playfully. He accepts the cigarette.

"That's not funny," because they could get pulled over, but Larry laughs anyway, "I'll have to buy you a leash."

"Kinky. I think I'll get a cockatoo when we're in Cancun."

"Do your superhero mutants have one?"

No. Fucking Baretta does. Freddy takes a pull and streams the smoke out in rings. "Naw, they have pets that make sense like Ace the Bat Hound or Krypto the Superdog," he waves a hand.

"I always wanted a dog," Larry nods.

"But Shadowcat's got Lockeed. He's this mini dragon from outer space who kind of goes into warp drive with his soul."

At that point Larry feigns snoring to which Freddy responds with a jab to his ribs. "Asshole."

Oh my god, my poor heart is breaking. I love the use of police reports contrasted against the hot, dirty, personal details. So great.

"Want me to eat you out," Larry asks. The taste of his own cum trickling down from the kid's red asshole is his delicacy of choice.

This is where I almost blacked out with lust.


Oh fuck. Freddy's thankful the lights are low because his eyes become greener with the salt of welling tears. "Okay," he answers softly, out of his mind.

And this is where my heart was torn from my chest.

This was BRILLIANT.

Oh my fucking god. I didn't think anyone would actually fill this, and then you give me this... this... *flail* this fucking amazing story that is just... it's so, so perfect. And I so believe it and.... AHHHHH!

...yep. That's what you've reduced me to.

Thank you so much for this glorious fill. So much love right now, I just can't.

I don't mind at all! Please do! :D