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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
NavyVet:
--- Quote from: notBastet on December 04, 2006, 07:08:52 pm ---I really like that cowboy picture, NavyVet, would you mind if I used it for an avatar?
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Feel free!
Just in case anyone questions its origin, I should give credit: I found it at 'Webshots'.
Sorry it took me so long to answer. I just got back and I'm on page 561.
So, hey, gang! I'm so glad to be home!!!
Seasickness is NOT fun - I'm still having dizzy spells. And NO Internet all week. DH wouldn't let me pay their rediculous price of $.75 per freakin' minute even though the sumbitch won a black jack tournament.
I'm exhausted - going ta bed soon. I hope to start re-reading at Chapter 1 tomorrow.
G'night, y'all!
louisev:
WB Navyvet!
I hope you enjoy "Dupree's Choice" when you wake up again!
MaineWriter:
Re-readers! Chapters 31 to 35:
http://louisev.livejournal.com/10433.html
A little bit of Ellery talking dirty...
“Am I still drivin?” Ennis asked as they approached the car.
“You better, I see two a you right now, not that I have any objection, but I don’t think that extra is a real Ennis.”
Ennis smiled faintly, and unlocked the El Camino. “How you feelin?”
“Not feelin any pain any more, but I am thinkin about your hands, my back, my second bottle a Glennfiddle an some soft music, and not a stitch a clothes in sight."
and a few minutes later...
Ennis pulled the El Camino into the carport.
“You ready for a little naughty talk, backrub an Glenfiddle, lover?” Ellery said as they climbed out of the car.
Ennis took a sharp breath, old habit dying hard, and looked around him to see if anyone heard. Ellery laughed, seeing his reaction. “Yeah.”
“Then let’s go.”
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 32 is full of hot, sexy goodness...
They took the time to bathe, Ennis running the tub full of hot water, and helping Ellery out of his brace and then into the tub, and he knelt beside it, rubbing up and down those long, lean limbs with an oversized sponge, from time to time splashing him teasingly and then reaching his hands down under the soapy water to grasp his cock, massaging it to firmness while Ellery leaned back, moaning softly against the ceramic wall of the tub, yielding to Ennis’s hand... and then he would stop, rub his wet hands down his arms and back, turn him gently and start in scrubbing with the sponge down the length of his narrow back, taking care not to twist his aching spine.
“You done this before, Ennis.”
“I swear I have not, Deputy,” he said, humor in his voice. “It’s jest a natural instinct a mine.” But it occurred to him belatedly, he had done this before, bathed his little daughters, turning them this way and that in the washtub when they were tiny, making sure they were soaped up from head to toe before squeezing the sponge out and giving them a shower rinse, making them squeal with delight. His face colored slightly as he remembered... bathing his daughters, somehow associating that with bathing his ... lover.
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 33, Ennis introspection:
And what of Ennis’s sudden liaison with Ellery? Was this a weekend fling, which he would drive away from at Sunday closing time, with a wave and a slap on the ass? He felt a sharp pain travel through his gut, half pain, half longing. Could he even do that? He remembered what it was like, that first time, after that rarefied flight he and Jack made through the clouds on the top of that mountain, thrown together and then clinging without letting go, until the day they brought the sheep down, turned, and drove off. That pain which had never truly left, but grew less when Jack was back in his arms, then grew keen and sharp when they drove off in separate directions once again… all those years. Is that what this is gonna be? He thought, with a twinge of despair. What if I can’t bear to drive off an leave this one?
He felt, by alterations, a wild joy and corresponding despair. He pulled Ellery closer, the boneless relaxation of sleep made his light body resistless to the fierce embrace, and did not let go. He couldn’t let go. He needed this… this man, this contact, this pleasure – like a drowning man needs air. But how could he say so? When would the moment come when those grey eyes would fix coldly on his and say “well, so long Ennis, been fun.” Was it Ellery’s words he feared – or his own? Was he doomed to drive off in his truck, and let this one out of his sights too? Was he going to repeat the whole sordid, gut-wrenching history of self denial all over again? Had he changed at all, really?
He held tight to the sleeping body that had suddenly become a precious touchstone for him, a talisman, and sucked a deep lungful of Ellery’s Cuban cigar, feeling the sweetish aroma flood through him. He would never think of Ellery again without associating him with this unique aroma, alluring, sweet and yet underlyingly, deeply pungent – contradictions wrapped into one being, just as Ennis was paradoxically happy and grief-laden, all in the same moment.
L
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