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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
belbbmfan:
A few days off? :-\
Na, let's just continue. I haven't been without E & E for one day since i started reading back in June...
MaineWriter:
Good morning re-readers...let's dive in! A Second Chance, chapters 1-5 today.
http://louisev.livejournal.com/50230.html
Chapter 1, we start off with some extreme hotness:
Ellery had made dinner, since Ennis had laid camp, and in the sticky heat, stripped down afterwards to take a dip in the still-icy stream. It was then that the desire struck him, and Ennis went over to his horse tack and grabbed the coil of his lariat, taking advantage of Ellery’s turned back before he launched a coil and it splashed into the water before tightening on his shoulders.
“Hey there, what are you, goin fishin with a lasso, boy?” Ellery said, turning as Ennis stood, feet apart, tugging slightly.
“You c’mere, I caught ya fair an square.”
“Shit Ennis I ain’t washed my hair yet.”
“I said c’mere, bathin beauty, I need ya,” He tugged again, gently, on the lariat, and Ellery pulled back on the length tugging him, yanking it free and diving in the water. He stood, frowning, reeling in the rope, and sat back down, lighting a cigar and taking a sip of whiskey before drawing a mouthful of flavored tobacco. Ellery had to get out sometime.
It was about fifteen minutes later, Ellery finally emerged, streaming water from his dark hair, shivering, that he climbed onto shore, and Ennis launched the lariat at him again, this time tightening the rope around arms and belly, and stood up, tugging him close. “I told you... I caught you fair an square, boy,” he said, holding his arms behind him, using the end of the lariat to lash his wrists together with multiple loops, and Ellery’s head flew up and around.
“Ennis what are you ---“
“I told ya I’d surprise ya some time, an now’s the time...” he said matter of factly, and as Ellery glanced at his face, he saw the molten expression of lust in those brown eyes, responding with a bolt of pleasure and excitement that stiffened his cock as he was marched to the tent, hands tied behind his back. “Get on yer knees,” Ennis ordered, a growl in his whisper as he spoke close to Ellery’s ear, and he dropped slowly, knees hitting the comparative softness of the air mattress, and he looked up from behind a screen of wet, dripping hair as Ennis unbuckled his belt and pushed his denims off his hips, stepping out of them, cock hard and ready. He held his cock in one hand, stroking it casually, while he unbuttoned his shirt, hunched over under the canted canvas roof, examined the tightness of the knot holding Ellery’s wrists before pressing his cock close to his mouth. “Now suck me.”
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belbbmfan:
chapter 1: extreme hotness indeed :o
which led to Ennis thinking and feeling guilty about Jack again and Ellery reassuring him.
Ellery put a soft caress on his arm, looking down at him in the haze of brilliant sunlight and smoke, and said “Jack loved you, Ennis. He loved you with all his heart. An lovin you, he would want you to be happy for the rest a yer life. That much I know. If Justin Worrell had put a slug through my chest that night an I died right then, I would come back from the grave an haunt yer dreams ta tell ya ta get up an get over grievin me an go on and find someone else. Because love ain’t no jealous thing... an I don’t believe he would want you to suffer or be alone for his sake. An neither would I. I ain’t kiddin on this boy. You think on that.”
Ennis nodded, gulping down the lump that had risen in his throat. “You think... you think Jack loved me.”
“He wrote it in yer fuckin letter. Where is that letter?”
“Home, in the book.”
“Then you get home an open that letter up an see what he said back all those years ago, that he loved ya and couldn’t bear to be apart from ya. You think on that because I for one believe it.”
MaineWriter:
Chapter 2, a little humor, and another picture to retrieve from the archives:
“Is that the sultry voice of my chief deputy I hear swearin like a sailor in the squad room?” the voice of Wes Brown rumbled out of his office. “Judge Worrell is bringin another motion an I want you in court tomorrow mornin.”
“Oh fuck me sideways!” Ellery exclaimed.
“No thank you,” Wes said. “Dress nice for it. Dress – like that.” he pointed.
Ellery looked down at his dress blacks. “I intend to. Anythin wrong with the way I dressed for last week’s motion?”
“Amos commented that you were out a regulation uniform an it reflected badly on the department.”
“Fuck him, what out of regulation uniform?”
“Blue socks.”
“Wes, I just had Justin Worrell tell me he thinks I fantasize about him in bed. Do I need ta be talked to about blue socks?”
“If you want off this case, which you argued so passionately to be put back on, I will gladly put you on the Robinson theft investigation again an your competent understudy with the bran muffin in hand can forge ahead with our murderer.”
“No, I was just sayin.”
“Sayin you’ll wear black socks tomorrow, an don’t give Amos any additional excuses fer callin me up because it makes me want ta strangle em, an that wouldn’t be good for my chances a reelection.”
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MaineWriter:
And a little more from Chapter 2:
Ellery pulled out of the parking lot of the sheriff’s office, and headed for Dr. Sampson’s. He had just gotten approval for a clinical trial of the AIDS test, and Ellery and Ennis were his field subjects.
Ennis was already parked outside the clinic, smoking the last of a Havana blunt as Ellery pulled in. His face was drawn. They had agreed weeks before that if Sampson got approved for testing them, they would have it done together. The difficult part was wondering what would happen if one of them were positive and the other, negative, which might mean some difficult choices for them in facing the future. While unlikely, the possibility was always there, and loomed between them, even during their long weekends in the mountains, their leisurely horeseback rides, their nights of lovemaking... the looming anxiety represented by the test that they had yet to take.
Ellery had hoped for an information solution: that Justin Worrell would explain when he first got sick, whether and when he had slept with Jack Twist, but so far the taciturn, volatile prisoner had given him no useful information, only infuriating taunts meant to cause Ellery to lose his temper, disorganize the investigation, and mislead him as much as possible. The only real source of information they had, was their own bodies, which remained persistently healthy. And Ennis’s health, more than any other fact, had been their only real reassurance as the news about AIDS grew worse and worse week after week, crowding out almost all other news on the radio, television, and newspapers. The gay plague had arrived in force.
“You ready ta go in?” Ellery said as he came over to Ennis and took his hand, squeezing it slightly. Ennis did not pull away... after three months living together in Laramie, such gestures of casual intimacy had grown on him to the point where he no longer shied at a casual touch between them. He didn’t even look over his shoulder, returning that brief gesture of greeting and support, he nodded.
“Might as well. It ain’t goin away, so we might as well go face it.” And they walked into Dr. Sampson’s office together.
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