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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
louisev:
Hey, I WROTE the darn thing and *I* love reading the quotes!
MaineWriter:
Good morning re-readers. The ABC people are gloating because they have passed us in views. Oh well, we'll just keep chipping away at our reading here.
Today, chapters 46 to 50.
http://louisev.livejournal.com/40190.html
Just a little reminder of how far Ennis has come along in his self-acceptance....
“You see Bill down there?” Ennis asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Yep. Boy is in serious trouble. An you got ta decide if yer gonna press the assault charge too.”
“Shit yeah. This is the second time he hit me.”
“You don’t feel queasy about that no more?”
“Shit Ellery, considerin everybody an their brother has heard you callin me sweetheart in public goin ta court is gonna be easy after this.”
Ellery looked a bit away. “Yeah I do keep doin that don’t I?” He responded to a raised hand at the other end of the bar and turned to give Ennis a nod. “I’ll try ta do better.”
MaineWriter:
In Chapter 48 we have Jeremy's job interview:
“Dupree I talked to two a the other boys but I noticed yer record is a whole lot more solid. Tell me what you want ta become a detective for.”
“There is only one answer ta that, Chief, “ he had glanced rapidly at Ellery’s title on the front of the desk only seconds earlier. “I was in military police, an we had ta do a slew a paperwork an spent about five percent a the time doin police work. I’d like ta do a little bigger percent police work.”
“How do you feel about comin with me ta Texas on an undercover assignment?”
Dupree’s smile was now an unmistakable look of reined-in enthusiasm. “I’d feel really good about gettin outta school if I got ta do that.”
“How d’you feel about homosexuals?”
“I don’t generally feel em, sir. But jokin aside, they’s entitled to the same protection as all the rest a the public an what they do ain’t illegal in this state since 1978.”
“77, Dupree.”
He blushed. “77.”
“Very good. Ya see I take a very personal interest in em. All jokin aside. An this undercover case is a PI I am doin as a favor, an you need ta get licensed under my shield as a PI in Texas for two or three weeks or so. An it might mean you prettyin up a bit so’s we can stake out a queer bar in Austin. You see any problem with that?”
“No sir,” while he wasn’t smiling anymore, Dupree’s keen blue eyes remained sharp and steady, and looking right at him. He wasn’t shy, and he wasn’t stupid.
L
MaineWriter:
From Chapter 50:
He heard more than saw Ennis slide down his denims and lean over, a big hand sliding down from his shoulder, following the narrow ribcage down, then setting a proprietary hand on his ass, rubbing slowly and lightly, playing with him. He let out a soft sigh, never letting his curious gaze wander from him. Ennis leaned down once more, half leaning over his back, hand still lightly kneading his left cheek. “Tell me, what’d they say to ya in the bar...” he said. “First man ta come up to ya?”
“Hmm....” he felt a twinge of resentment, being asked about the Lone Star bar once more, but did not know how to refuse him without breaking the mood of sultry sexual tension. “He said ‘you ain’t from around here boy, you want a beer..?’
“What’d he look like?” Ennis’s voice dropped, his words sounding like more of a whispered hush than spoken, this close to his ear.
“Ugly as sin, about six foot five, dirt under his fingernails an a big tattoo on his arm said “Harley.”
“Big biker wanted ta get you under em eh?”
Ellery shrugged. “Maybe. Didn’t give em time ta ask...”
Ennis’s other hand came up and touched his cheek, his left hand still kneading his ass cheek lightly. “I want you. Knowin there’s other men out there want you makes me crazy ya know.”
“Crazy in a good way I hope.”
“Maybe, we’ll see...”
L
MaineWriter:
And more from Chapter 50...
But this time, he drew back slowly, this time, as though studying the responses to each thrust, to the caressing stroke of his hands on his hips as he pulled him up and back to a kneeling position, pressing his shoulders down into the pillow... never enough of this, sliding in and feeling like one being, wanting one thing... another thrust up and against one another, the hard slap of flesh as Ellery’s ass pushed back to anticipate him... not so fast, not yet... It was hard to hold back, but he had to know, what is the mystery of this sensation, this pleasure that they must have in each other, reaching out for the arm which rested obediently still and pulling it down, putting his fingers on the neglected cock that throbbed untended, “pump yerself,” he ordered softly, feeling the immediate change inside him as Ellery worked himself toward orgasm, the tightening of his muscles unleashing his control at last and he seemed to sob as he felt himself unable to hold back, surging forward, riding hard now, galloping into a spasm of ecstasy as he came, feeling the delicious spasm of Ellery’s orgasm as he came moments later, falling together on the bed, sticky, sweaty, and temporarily, spent.
L
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