Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll

[MaineWriter]

To reach 8700 posts! Yeah!

And if everyone reads this a few dozen times today, we'll hit 76,000 views, too!

Wowza!

L

[mariez]

To reach 8700 posts! Yeah!

And if everyone reads this a few dozen times today, we'll hit 76,000 views, too!

Wowza!

L

Well - here's one more!  Looks like five more views will do it!

Marie

[MaineWriter]

And we did it!

L

[MaineWriter]

Good morning! Today, chapters 16 through 20.

http://louisev.livejournal.com/32257.html

In chapter 16, Ellery's geometry lesson:

Ennis managed to get Ellery to the bed without much difficulty, and propped him up with one powerful arm under his armpits while he undressed him. As his hand worked his zipper down, Ellery took in a breath, his cock stirring at the touch.

“I swear you are a horny sumbitch. Yer all black an blue an I touch ya an yer hard.”

“Yep, always was like that. Used ta get hard watchin Lance Wayland in geometry class too,” he said casually, trying to ignore the erection as Ennis slid his pants down. “To this day you draw a parallelogram on a chalkboard an I start sweatin.”

“A what?”

“Geometric figure, Ennis. Kinda like a rectangle only ya push it down a bit so its leanin over.”

“Oh. Never got ta geometry. That was sophomore stuff.”


Leslie

[MaineWriter]

Ellery always cracks me up. From Chapter 17:

“The way you eat you shouldn’t be so skinny.”

“Nerves, Ennis,” Ellery said, feigning a trembling hand. “Need ta be calmed down by the arms of a big strong man.”

Ennis rolled his eyes. “You are so full a shit.”


and more, same chapter:

“The what?” he heard Ennis ask, then he drifted, dreaming about soft, warm kisses, thinking he could almost feel the silky hard length of Ennis’s cock sliding against his thigh, and he reached out a disoriented hand, moaning softly with pleasure, a cool, diffuse buzz making him feel like he was floating several feet above his body.

“Oh... sweetheart, just like that...” he slurred, unintelligibly, his lashes fluttering open once more, and he woke to see Ennis gazing at him, a line of worry between his molten brown eyes.

“Whut?”

“Nuthin,” he mumbled. “Jes... dreamin.”

“Dreamin a what?” For some reason, Ennis looked very unhappy.

He sighed, the lack of inhibition and the floating sensation making him feel surrounded by a solid cocoon of pleasure. “Dreamin about yer cock...” he sighed.

“Jesus Christ Ellery,” Ennis stood, abruptly, and grabbed his book, sitting down in the chair across from him. “We ain’t gonna play grabass with you high on them pills. I’ll sit here. An Wes came by with yer papers.”

“Good, good....” he said. “Come here, sweetheart, jes put yer arms around me till I go back to sleep.

“You got a hardon, I’ll come over there when you ain’t got a hardon anymore.”

Ellery sighed, a pang of disappointment going through him like a burst of low current electricity, but before he had a chance to answer, he had drifted off again, into another dream of soft whispering and sliding, entwined limbs.


Leslie

[MaineWriter]

Chapter 18...I remember reading this the first time, and being so worried. It is so good to know that Ellery's fear did not come true!

Ellery nodded. This was not a time to tease. Ennis got up then, padded into the bathroom, and soon Ellery heard water running in the sink. He closed his eyes and wondered, was Ennis deciding whether to masturbate too? And then the water went off, Ennis came back in the room, moving stiffly, and Ellery watched as he grabbed his clothes and dressed, maneuvering his hard cock into his drawers and pulling on his boots. He knew that if both of them were weak, they might try to have sex now, frustrated by the separation of his injury, but Ennis was stronger than that, schooled, perhaps, in long years of artificial abstinence enforced by secrecy. Watching him go, hearing the small cough of the truck starting, he found himself wondering if he could ever have lived as Ennis did, going months between moments of holding his man, year upon year. I couldn’t do that, Ellery thought. He has a lot more will than I do.

He stretched out in the bed, hands touching that still-warm spot where Ennis’s body had lain against him, and he moved gradually into it, as if to absorb the warmth of his desire as well as his body, the smell of Ennis’s hair and skin clinging to his pillow like the smell of spring grass, with a tang coffee and cigars. “Oh god, Ennis… I love you… and I want you just as much as I love you… please, don’t leave me soon.” A painful thought came to him, that Ennis’s leaving was inevitable. It was simply a matter of whether it would be too soon for Ellery to accept it when it came.


Leslie

[mariez]

Good Morning All!

Thanks for the quotes, Leslie!  Great choices as always.  I'm hopping back to Chapter 16 - I love this little bit of conversation:

“Yeah you too,” Ennis grumbled. “Damn kid didn’t know what the hell he was doin,” he said under his breath, slamming the door after making sure Ellery was securely inside.

As he slid into the driver’s seat he caught the smirk on Ellery’s face. “Whut now?”

“Nobody can do it as well as you is that it?”

“Damn straight,” Ennis shot back, turning the key. As he pulled out he said “So how long you got ta stay in bed?”

“Rest a the week probly. Puts a dent in my love life, that’s fer sure.”

“He told ya no horseback ridin right?”

Ellery leaned his head back carefully and glared.

“That means no Elleryback ridin see…” Ennis said acidly.

“Yeah I get the point.”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

“Don’t mean I can’t –“

“Yeah, it does,” Ennis snapped, cutting him off, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Yeah I do. ‘Don’t mean I can’t suck yer dick’ an it sure as hell does, so we’re gonna go home, I’m gonna put ya ta bed, I’m gonna get that nice little story about Ten Little Indians an wonder where the fuck the ten little Indians are gonna pop up. I’m already halfway through.”

“There ain’t none,” Ellery replied, voice betraying his unhappiness. “You should read ‘Death Comes as the End’, that one is set in ancient Egypt an you will never find out who done it till after he’s already wrapped up as a mummy.”

“Don’t give the fuckin plot away Ellery,” he groused, but the tone of their argument had lightened considerably. Ellery wasn’t permanently injured, and his fall was mostly bruising and inflammation. A temporary setback which might prove an effective warning: if he heeded it.

Elleryback riding!    Ennis's favorite sport!  Ellery is usually the one with the wisecracks, but Ennis is funny, too!!  And I love how he knew exactly what Ellery was going to say about Ellery's own favorite activity!    

Thanks - Marie

[louisev]

Elleryback riding!

I had forgotten I wrote that!

[MaineWriter]

Elleryback riding!

I had forgotten I wrote that!

Yes, we all loved the Elleryback riding. Thanks for sharing that quote, Marie! And thanks for writing it in the first place, Louise!

L

[belbbmfan]

from chapter 19 Slower

He sat up, chewing on cold biscuits and scrambled eggs, and leafed through some more of his mystery collection to find other things that Ennis might enjoy… was Ennis more of a Miss Marple type or a Hercule Poirot… he somehow could not imagine Ennis enjoying the affectations of the Belgian detective and his tiny moustache and little grey cells


This made me smile. Ennis and the belgian detective? I think Ellery was right about that.