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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
louisev:
that's him! The Leetle Belgian Detective! I need to find out when he came on American TV, because it would be a riot to put David Suchet on one of those Lionheart productions they aired on public TV in the 1980's (I know, because I watched them!!!) as Poirot!
heheheh. I think Ennis would have a fit "Man those Belgians talk funny, Ellery. Can't hardly understand em."
MaineWriter:
Happy Saturday, everyone. Today's re-read...Chapters 21 to 25.
http://louisev.livejournal.com/33546.html
In chapter 21, Ennis discovers the toys in the bottom drawer of the nightstand...
“You know what I want first…” Ellery replied, his lids half closed, his heart hammering in his chest. He hadn’t expected this at all, and Ennis taking the lead sexually was at least as arousing as the prospect of whatever sex awaited him.
“Then yer gonna get it,” He said, leaving the basket covered and warm, he came over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping it off, then sat down, and began to rummage through the drawer of the nightstand on Ellery’s side of the bed. “You got some … toys down here I saw the other day…” he said, keeping an eye on Ellery’s face, which was now flushed, and he moved one hand down his arm as the other felt in a drawer. “One of em’s big an black an the other is small an thick around, which one you want inside a you?”
Ellery let out a soft gasp before he replied. “The… black… one…” he said. “It’s…”
L
MaineWriter:
In chapter 22, I found my very first comment to Louise on her LJ. I remember what provoked it...this little exchange:
Ennis made a small, embarrassed smile. “I... tied his hands with the lariat an dragged em back in the river an bent em right over an fucked em like that.”
“No shit.”
“He wasn’t touchin his cock, I’ll tell ya that much.”
“Jesus Ennis, when you say no you mean no.”
“Damn straight darlin. Remember it.” His voice was low, a little hushed. “I ain’t never told no one that. What do you think that makes me, Ellery?”
“It makes you a dom, Ennis. An I think it’s one of the things I like best about you.”
Ennis looked down at Ellery, his eyes resting on the bulge in his denims. “I guess ya do.”
Ellery looked over at him, eyes glistening. “I... really do. You know it just cuts right to the quick when you put your mouth up ta my ear an tell me how its gonna be, how yer gonna fuck me, it sends me right up. I think I came harder last night than any a the other times you fucked me....” he thought for a moment, plucking at his bottom lip. “Cept maybe burned biscuit day.”
Ennis laughed softly, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Dom, huh, that’s what they call it. So I ain’t just queer I’m a dom queer. Sounds like somethin ya go ta hell for.”
“Not in my religion, sweetheart. Ta me it sounds like sheer heaven.”
L
MaineWriter:
From Chapter 23:
“Shit, Ennis. Now that is a story.”
Ennis nodded, contemplative. “Got a cigar?”
Ellery pulled one out, handed it over, and Ennis got it lit, puffing for a few moments, then handed it back. “Jes think about how it all got started, makes me ache for em. I loved that boy. We went at it every day, every night. Couldn’t get enough.. there weren’t ever enough.” He glanced over at Ellery. “Kinda like with you.”
Ellery smiled faintly, a faint blush passing over his face.
“Yer like em that way. Like ya get the need on ya an give that look, you know that look. That’s what drove me nuts that night at the Rose Hotel ya know. I turn around… an you got this look on yer face like yer gonna break apart if I don’t touch ya. So I had ta….touch ya.”
Ellery leaned forward, handing him back the cigar, his long fingers stroking the back of his hand as he did, a sober, passionate look on his face. “You are one sexy man Ennis, an the fact you don’t know you are makes you about a hundred percent more sexy.”
“Jest don’t call me Buttercup,” he muttered, embarrassed.
L
MaineWriter:
From Chapter 25:
“Lemme ask ya somethin else, Ennis. You feel like I seduced you?”
“Like you what?”
“Like I dragged you inta this, put the make on ya an ya couldn’t say no to it.”
“I was the one who put yer hand on my cock Ellery. If you recall the hotel.”
“Yeah but it’s a bigger question than that. I made it real plain, an I flirted with you hard ta get yer attention.”
“Yeah an steak fer dinner an all that. I was there.” Ennis took a long, slow breath, let it out, slid his hands down Ellery’s spine close to the bone, making a feather light touch over the bruised hip and below, digging in with his thumbs to the meat of his ass as he moved further south.
“So… do you think I seduced ya?”
“No. I told you, I was mad. Not mad at you. Mad at me for bein such a dumbass an thinking how different I coulda made it fer Jack… somethin I could do different so he wouldn’t end up dead in Austin at the end of a dark road.”
“Anyone who has ever lost someone they loved looks back and regrets every harsh word, Ennis. If he came down with cancer an died slowly over five years, an you knew he was dyin, you woulda got a chance ta make peace with em. Yer only choice now is ta make peace with his ghost. It ain’t about how bad ya did with em. There ain’t a queer man alive who hasn’t had to hide. Did ya hide too much? Maybe. Maybe not. Did ya cut off the chance of a good life together because ya had to or were ya just not willin ta take a chance? Well how the hell could you possibly know that? All you knew was ranchin an goin through ta ninth grade, no one ever sent you the Handbook a Queer Survival ta study before ya went up sheepherdin.”
“True,” Ennis said quietly.
“So we’re okay on that? One a these days ya got ta lay down yer guilt over this. If it’s at Jack’s grave, that’ll have ta be good enough for ya. Feelin guilty doesn’t make him rest easier in his grave.”
“I know.” Ennis poured more oil, moved down, extended the massage to the slender thighs.
“Oh god that feels good sweetheart, I am in heaven.”
“That’s where I want ya ta be, Ellery. I do love ya. I am sorry for all the hurtful things I said. Forget em, okay?”
“Okay."
L
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