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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Some humor from Chapter 56:
“Jesus Christamighty,” he moaned, shuddering with the aftershock of his orgasm.
Ellery pulled back, letting his cock go as it softened and smiled sweetly. “Most people jes call me Deputy.”
Ennis barked a hoarse laugh. “Fuck that was good.”
Ellery climbed up by him, his own erection brushing Ennis’s thigh as he settled down next to him. “I did somehow accomplish a miracle, so maybe I am Jesus Christ after all.”
“Oh?” Those lust-heavy eyes looked over at Ellery with curiosity now.
“Yeah. Maybe its just the calm before the storm, though. Miracle is, nobody called an nobody rang the bell.”
L
MaineWriter:
Lots of good stuff in Chapter 57, like this:
“Jesus Ellery. I hope that doesn’t keep happenin. Make me jump outta my skin if you came home like that moren once.”
Ellery looked at Ennis with amazement. “Boy you got any idea what you just said?”
“Whuh, I said it’d make me jump outta my skin.”
“Yeah not that part. The comin home part.”
“Oh.” Ennis blushed. “I’m sorry. That – I didn’t mean that.”
“Then how come ya thunk it? How come ya said it?”
Ennis stared at Ellery like a mouse cornered by a housecat. “I... I was just talkin!”
Ellery reached out a hand, gently, touching the back of his hand with his palm. “It’s ok. I’m flattered. Really... flattered. That you feel so good about me after one week you are talkin about home. It don’t mean you’re makin no promise, I know that... but it means you ain’t in a hurry ta leave me behind.”
Ennis looked at Ellery as if about to burst into tears. “No, I ain’t gonna leave ya... behind. How can I? I can’t hardly think a the idea a gettin in my truck an goin back to Junior’s house an that little guest room just waitin for the job that ain’t comin, an thinkin a you here with all this shit an Bill an...” he took a breath at last. “How can I do that? I can’t even think about Monday right now. It’s too much ta do.”
L
MaineWriter:
More from Chapter 57:
Ennis pulled his emotions together, but they hung over him like the lingering hangover-like feeling of his headache, and he forced himself to take his dose of Percodan, not wanting to, hating the drowsiness and lassitude it forced on him, wasting the hours he had with Ellery on naps and drowsy half-remembered conversations, when he would rather be hiking, taking a drive, and then after a delicious dinner and a movie, taking his man on all fours, driving his cock into that hot tightness and hearing his begging moans for more. He felt himself stiffen up as he filled the coffeemaker, adjusting himself and trying to think of the important things.
Ellery getting to the bank and getting his statements, finding out about what Bill had been doing with the bar’s finances, resting, getting better. How many times a day do ya need him ta suck ya off in order to keep ya sane, boy? he chided himself, and as he buttered slices of toast, he had a moment of panic, wondering if Ellery was growing tired of him, just as he was falling desperately, hopelessly in love. He gulped hard, wiped his stinging eyes, and took a few deep breaths before he brought the mug of coffee and the plate of toast in. He forced a grin onto his face.
L
MaineWriter:
And another good part, also from Chapter 57:
“So what’s this two hundred proof shit you talkin?” he asked as he resumed his place next to Ellery on his side of the bed.
“I am gonna tell you, Mr. Del Mar... the story a my life. Well, until the biscuits are done. I been with oh, let me count, seven guys in my life, only two of em serious at all. The rest was just foolin around or a grope in the back room or one night stand or whatever. You met the one. An the other ... well that was a long time ago. That means that you is the eighth guy an really only the third really serious man I come ta know in all a my life. In a sexual way.”
Ennis sat quietly, sipping, glad that he did not have to talk now.
“An of all a them and the few one night stand or whatever, I ain’t never felt how I do about you. When you do those little please an thank yous, an when you tell my boss “Oh no sir!” it is just so fuckin cute I could fall right over. An you don’t even know how fuckin cute it is, which makes it even more cute than if you knew and was plannin it all along.”
Ennis blushed crimson... he was never called ‘cute’ in his whole life, and it sounded almost like dirty talk, the effect nearly the same, and he wanted to squirm out of his skin, but kept his eyes fixed on Ellery’s eyes.
“An so now that I got a 200 proof man an I am totally three sheets ta the wind I don’t know what I’m gonna do because... Ennis... I will tell you somethin.” He pointed at Ennis’s face, his grey eyes steely and suddenly sober. “If you walk away an don’t come back I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”
“Tol ya. Ain’t gonna walk away.” Ennis looked down at his hands, and as he did, the timer on the biscuits chimed.
L
louisev:
You know...
There is a theme here, when you read all of those excerpts squished together: biscuits go with sex.
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