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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Good morning, re-readers,
Today, Chapters 66-70.
In chapter 66, Ellery's cutoffs make an appearance for the first time!
http://louisev.livejournal.com/45114.html
Today, due to the heat, he put on a red tank top rather than his usual black t-shirt, which showed the flare of his wide shoulders, and a pair of well worn cut off denim shorts he had had for years that were cut at mid thigh. Back when he was with Bill, he dressed this way all the time. He slipped his feet into a pair of flipflops and went in search of breakfast.
Ennis stared as he walked into the kitchen – dressed himself in his usual white t-shirt, denims, and boots. “What the hell is that getup?” he asked, eyeing the length of thigh revealed by the cutoffs, the snug fit over Ellery’s ass as he bent to check the biscuits.
“Feels like it’s eighty out there, sweetheart, I’m dressin the part.”
“You sure you ain’t dressin ta get me hard?”
Ellery smiled sweetly as he came over to the table, cocking a hip flirtatiously. “Well if it does that while it keeps me cool then all the better.”
Ennis ran a hand up through the thin fur on the back of Ellery’s leg, to the fringe of the cutoffs. “You know what they say about legs like these, darlin?”
“Whassat,” Ellery replied, slightly breathless at the slowly stroking hand.
“Those legs go all the way to the top.”
“They sure do,” he laughed. “You got any coffee, Mr Please an Thank You?”
“Yep, I just poured yours. Now sit down an show me them legs.”
Ellery sat, stretching out his legs as requested, crossing them at the ankle, feeling like a swimsuit model for Ennis’s hungry eyes, as he reached for the cigar box on top of the table and drew one out. “You want yer own or you sharin with me?”
“I’ll have one a my own, thank you,” Ennis replied, his eyes travelling over his less-than-dressed lover. “You are a sight, ya know that?”
Ellery nodded as he puffed on the cigar. “That’s why I grew those big hedges, see, so when people drive by on the road they don’t get in accidents when they see me sunnin myself out on the patio.”
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MaineWriter:
Chapter 67 is real hot, I'll let someone else quote that. LOL.
From Chapter 68:
As he made his way to the only unoccupied window table for two, he stopped dead when he saw a familiar muscular figure wearing faded army fatigues and a worn camouflage-pattern hat pulled down low over his brow.
“Uh... Dupree?” he struggled momentarily for the name, and the man’s head shot up, a look of anxiety – or was it fear? – passed quickly and he smiled as he recognized Ennis, rising to his feet to take his hand.
“Hey there, Ennis, good to see a familiar face.”
“Uh... I thought you wasn’t... I mean... what are you doin in here?”
Dupree blushed slightly. “Well you know... the investigation an all. Ellery said we might be doin a stake out down south an I never been in one a these kinda... bars, so I figured I’d get some field experience.”
Ennis found this dedication vaguely disturbing, and he also wasn’t sure whether Dupree was being completely honest with him... wondering if his real reason was to run into Ellery off the job. As if to answer his doubtful look, Dupree pressed on. “Ellery said you work here part time ta help him out. Does he come in on weekends too?”
Ennis shook his head. “Not often. He was here last week ta help out the bartender cause he was shorthanded, but other than that, no. He said he had some work ta do tonight on a trial for next week.” Ennis wondered why he was giving such a long explanation to Dupree, but his speculation was cut off in the next moment.
“Well sit down if ya like, maybe I won’t have ta turn nobody down if I got the bouncer sittin with me,” Dupree smiled, slightly embarrassed.
“You look about as much out a water here as I feel,” Ennis admitted.
Dupree blinked. “I thought maybe you met Ellery here or somethin.”
“Well in a way I did... I only came in one time ta find out how queers lived.” He quirked a slight smile. It felt somehow reassuring to him to talk to a straight man about his discomfort.
“Hey, you want a beer?” Dupree asked.
“I get em fer nothin, I’ll go. You want another?” Dupree nodded, holding out his empty, and Ennis went to the bar.
L
MaineWriter:
More from Chapter 68:
“Here we go. You sure do look nervous, now I know how I look!” Ennis chuckled briefly.
“Sorry. I guess I ain’t gonna do a very good job a stake out if I am this uncomfortable am I?”
“I dunno. Not every queer man likes comin into a queer bar lookin fer fun, there’s always a first time.”
“Yeah I guess so. So you were sayin how you kinda met Ellery here but kinda didn’t....”
“Oh yeah well. That was about six weeks or so ago...” it seemed to Ennis like a lifetime ago that he first saw Ellery come up the stairs of the apartment. Was he really so shy that he would not look him in the eye, then? Was it really only a few weeks ago? “I drove down from Riverton ta find out what a queer bar was like. An... a guy came in all beat up an the bartender had me go look after the kid for the night. Next day he called Ellery in find out what ta do about the assault situation an that’s when we met. I was sorta helpin out for a few days... an that’s when we became acquainted so ta speak.”
“I had the impression the two a you have been together a while. Six weeks huh?”
Ennis blushed. “Well.... we are... livin together.”
Dupree nodded. “So you never went around ta gay bars or nothin? How did you meet guys then?”
Ennis sipped his beer then set it down cautiously. “Didn’t, mostly. I met a boy when I was sheepherdin when I was nineteen... an we... it got serious that summer with us... an it was just him for twenty years. We both got married an ... just saw each other whenever.”
Dupree picked up his own beer, looking vaguely uncomfortable. “So you ain’t... out.”
“No. Well I wasn’t. Since I been here... well, Wes a course knows, an the people in the sheriff’s department. An... my car mechanic....” he smiled a crooked smile and took another sip of his beer.
“Your car mechanic?”
“Yeah. He watches men goin in an out a the Stallion, but won’t come in himself cause he’s afraid it might hurt his business. Saw me one night an then after that he was winkin at me.”
“Oh. Bet ya wanted ta punch em.”
Ennis laughed. “Yeah. I didn’t come ta Laramie fer everyone ta find out I was queer but it’s sorta happenin anyway. But guess I’m gettin a little old ta deny it.”
Reading these exchanges with Dupree are so interesting, in light of what comes later....
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 69:
He worked until midnight, drinking half a pot of coffee, but by then, feeling like he had gotten the list of evidence straight, and all of the exhibits accounted for with evidence tag numbers, just in case Amos did not, he could straighten him out. He stretched, rubbing his low back, fingers drifting to the tender spot where Ennis had bitten him. That boy has his ways, he thought with a shiver of arousal. He was used to neck nips, but had never had love bites on his body before. It was a new and very exciting element to their growing intimacy, and one he didn’t know the reticent Ennis had in him. Nothin bashful about em now, at least not behind closed doors.
In fact, the fondling on the patio was itself a surprise. Sure, they had high hedges, and as far as they were concerned, Ellery’s patio and yard were virtually sealed off from the world, but Ennis had sat outdoors on the patio rubbing his cock, almost as though he had forgotten those intense inhibitions which caused him to freeze up whenever Ellery slipped and called him “sweetheart” in front of others. He’s changin, and that has to be a good thing, he thought.
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MaineWriter:
Chapter 69, the shooting begins:
“Who is it?” Ennis said, voice quavering.
“I dunno but we got ta call dispatch, get behind me an get to the phone in the bedroom,” he whispered against Ennis’s ear. Tell em the address, tell em my name, and tell em shots have been fired, approach without sirens, on my say so. An tell em to call Wes Brown on my say so.”
“Okay,” Ennis said, voice rasping dry. He crawled, as instructed through the hall on hands and knees into the bedroom, and dialed 911, repeating Ellery’s instructions..
“Ennis!” Ellery called in a loud whisper.
“Whut?”
“Put some pants an shoes on too, we might need ta run.” He heard Ennis rummaging through his drawer for clean clothes then, and he smiled slightly. Someone shootin at us an he looks fer clean clothes, that’s my Ennis.
L
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