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Freddy had just graduated police academy and stupidly he decided to go with some of the kids in his class to the nearest gay club. He wasn’t necessarily out but he wasn’t necessarily closeted, he just hadn’t really met anyone who’d caught his eye and he tended to be too baby faced and lean for a lot of guys.
The club was called the L and was more than a little seedy but Freddy was too deep to get out now, there were only four of them, childhood sweethearts Cassie and Elizabeth, him, and his roommate Duke, Duke was nice enough but he was more interested in himself than anyone else. It didn’t take long for Cass and Liz to wander off into some corner to make out like teenagers and Duke to start flirting with the bartender. Freddy felt like a spare prick at a wedding, and he felt almost invisible as he slid between the warm energetic bodies and into the lone booth at the abandoned end of the club. Only it wasn’t abandoned, sat there nursing a beer was an older guy with a black eye, he was wearing a weathered leather jacket and a frown.
“Uh sorry I wasn’t- “
The guy cut him off, regarding him with dark eyes “Just fuckin’ sit down”
Freddy did as he was told, although the man was surly, he didn’t seem to be aggressive, just contemplative.
Freddy held out his hand awkwardly “I’m Freddy”
The man’s eyes roamed over Freddy’s dark hidden figure “What is it you want exactly, Freddy?”
The way his name sounded coming from the other man shot a spark of electric up his spine, he hadn’t ever had such intense focus on him before and he couldn’t deny the man, although older, was attractive.
“I don’t know” he replied carefully leaning back against the booth seat like he was meant to be there, his bottle of beer had long since been empty.
The man stood and Freddy panicked, wondering if he was leaving but then he placed a hand beside Freddy’s head as he leant in closer and whispered, “I need somethin’ stronger, vodka shots okay for you?”
All he could do was nod helplessly and attempt to catch his breath back, now this was someone interesting. The guy came back five minutes later with two beers, a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.
He downed his shot in one go and turned to Freddy with a slow forming smirk “Name’s Larry by the way, what’s a kid like you doin’ here?”
From anyone else it would have been an insult, but it was obvious by the way that Larry was looking at him that it was anything but.
“Got forced out by my friends but they’ve abandoned me”
Larry grinned “To the wolf huh? I’m gonna split”
Freddy gulped “Right.”
Larry looked down at him expectantly “You comin’?”
The younger man choked on his beer “You’re inviting me back?”
Larry shook his head and gestured to the flat keys poking out of Freddy’s pocket “No, you’re inviting me back. Aren’t ya?”
Freddy got up so fast that he tipped his beer down his front, Larry only laughed, deep and amused “Steady kid”
Duke had the decency to stop them before they left eying Larry cautiously “Aren’t you a bit old pal?”
Freddy elbowed Duke “Ignore him Larry, he thinks with his dick”
“Maybe I am, Charles Atlas but ain’t that for boy scout to decide?”
“Yes! it is, thank you Duke I’ll be alright”
Duke folded his arms stubbornly “Right. Well go easy on him grandpa, he’s a big Mary”
Freddy's face burned hot as he pulled Larry out of the club and into the cold night.
Larry smiled softly, almost fond "it's okay everyone's a virgin at some point. I don't plan on-"
The elder man brushed his thumb across Freddy's heated cheek "-unless you want me to"
"Uh" the cop stammered, totally not malfunctioning.
Larry burst out in laughter "You're so easy to fluster!"
"Hey, don't be mean!"
Larry didn't say a word about the state of Freddy's flat he just flopped down gracefully on the couch, stretching out like a cat.
"So, Freddy, you got monopoly or somethin'?" He asked quirking an eyebrow.
The younger man laughed nervously "Yeah, left side cabinet. That really what you wanna do?"
Larry eyed him slowly "Dunno. Do you wanna?"
Freddy gulped, he felt like there was a another meaning to this, the way Larry was lounging back on the chair, the way his dark wise eyes were resting solely on Freddy.
If Freddy was dumber he wouldn't have picked up on it, but he had a feeling that Larry was attracted to him, that feeling extended to Larry possibly being willing to fuck him senseless for the first time.
"Dunno" Freddy muttered back too enthralled to break eye contact.
The two of them stared at each other. Until out of the blue Larry cursed, stood up and
poured the vodka down the sink.
Freddy gaped at him in shock horror.
"What did ya do that for?" He exclaimed.
But he didn't have much time to be shocked because Larry grabbed him by the collar and kissed him, it was both forceful and sweet. Larry tasted like the beer he’d downed earlier.
They broke apart and Larry again looked at him softly, searching for something in his face.
"Clear head" he replied after a while, his fingers tracing Freddy's shirt buttons with meaning.
"If we're gonna do this, it needs to be with clear heads"
"Right. Yeah. Course!" He agreed enthusiastically.
Larry stayed where he was, just looking.
"Did you change your mind that quick?" Freddy questioned nervously.
"Nah. I'm waiting for you to consent kid"
Freddy flushed red in embarrassment, god he really was fuckin' big Mary.
"Oh uh. Yeah, we can. You can. Yanno"
"Sorry, say again?" Larry reiterated.
"You can sleep with me!"
The elder man snorted.
"Aight, no need to shout sweetheart"
Freddy's stomach fluttered in reaction to the nickname.
Stupid brain, he thought. I can't seriously like this guy. I've barely known him an hour.
They looked at each awkwardly for a while. Neither of them knowing who should move first, should it be Freddy because he was the virgin? Or should it be Larry because he was clearly the top?
"Bedroom’s over there" Freddy said pointing at the whitewashed door with the garish rainbow painting on it (the one that his nephew Hamish had done a few months prior)
Larry shook his head fondly "Of fuckin’ course the virgin has a rainbow on bedroom door" he muttered to himself as he pushed it open.
He shot a smug look over his shoulder
"You joining me Princess?"
Freddy stuck out his tongue defiantly.
"In a minute, I need a piss"
Larry hummed, shot Freddy a reassuring grin and began to undress.
"Whenever you're ready Freddy"
The bastard! Just where Freddy could see him.
Freddy would be lying if he said he didn't stare at Larry's tanned muscled back and arms for a minute before he shot off to piss away his nerves.
Freddy woke up the next morning to a dull ache in his back and to loud snoring in his ear, Larry's arm possessively wrapped around his waist.
He slid out of bed carefully and pulled on a new shirt from his draw.
Larry looked so peaceful, aside from the obnoxious snoring and Freddy found himself brushing the older man's curls from his eyes.
But he was unlucky, and Larry's eyes cracked open just as he was doing it.
"Uh good morning. Do you…do you want some coffee?" Freddy stammered awkwardly
He wasn't well versed in one-night stand etiquette.
Larry chuckled sitting up and leaning his bare elbows on his knees "Get back in bed kid. I'll get you a hot water bottle and some paracetamol for your back and then we'll eat breakfast. That okay with you?"
Freddy totally did not swoon.
He leaned forwards and pressed a hesitant kiss to Larry's mouth.
"Okay. After I've brushed my teeth"
Larry nodded his agreement, then rolled out of bed with no care as to his full body nudity.
Freddy, scandalised, scampered towards the bathroom with his tail between his legs.
When he returned to the bedroom Larry was gone and he could hear low singing coming from the kitchen.
Ten minutes later Larry came in half-dressed carrying a plate in each hand, pack of paracetamol between his teeth and a hot water bottle under his arm.
Freddy rushed to help but Larry's firm gaze warned him to stay put.
They settled on the bed together, Larry slid the water bottle against Freddy's lower back and handed him the pills and the water to take them.
"I don't feel too bad"
Larry laughed "You will if you don't rest up. I'm sorry I had to hurt you at all boy scout"
Freddy blushed "No pain no gain. Thanks for this"
Larry frowned and avoided Freddy's thankful look.
"It's...it's fine"
Freddy yanked his phone out of his discarded jeans and handed it to Larry "Your phone number?"
"Kid-" Larry began looking at the phone’s screen saver (a photo of Freddy and his family) instead of Freddy's hopeful face.
Freddy smiled tightly. "Sorry, I'm being sappy. Forget it"
The elder man sighed deeply
"I'm too fuckin' old Freddy. You may think it's me you're interested in, but everyone feels that way about the person who-"
"You don't know me. I'm not asking you to marry me! Look I get it, you hit it you quit it whatever. Just leave"
Freddy pulled the duvet over his head furiously to hide his disappointment.
He didn't see Larry leave.
He did see the messily scrawled number propped up on the empty bottle of vodka.