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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Chapter 3:
Ennis came in the house, a cold, still look on his face which meant only one thing: someone had pissed him off.
“Uh oh. Did Nate say somethin?”
“Yeah he did. An he is damn lucky I didn’t tear up his fuckin business cards in his face.”
“What’d he say?”
“He said I had a nice sweet tight ass. Goddammit it Ellery.”
“Are you denyin the truth of the man’s words, Ennis?” Ellery said, unable to suppress a grin.
“It’s none a his goddamn business what my ass is! An he knows... he knows I’m taken.”
“Maybe he’s just givin ya a compliment. Other men have said that at the bar haven’t they?”
“Yeah but we weren’t in no queer bar. We were standin right out in the open!” He threw down his hat and slumped into the chair. Ellery came over and perched on the table, reaching out a hand to pat his knee.
“Just tell em next time that he’ll never know just how nice an tight yer ass is cause it belongs to the Sheriff’s chief deputy, how’s that?”
“I ain’t gonna say that.”
“If ya do it might discourage em. An it would really please the hell outta me.”
“Maybe.”
“You need a drink Ennis, you know the real reason yer upset.”
“Stupid fuckin blood test. Fuckin Denver. Why we got ta go to Denver?“
“Right. That’s the reason. Because they’re experimenting.”
“I don’t know if I want ta be part a no fuckin experiment on queers.”
“They’re just testin our blood. Try ta relax. Here.” Ellery rose and poured him a shot of Glenfiddich, handing it over. Ennis took it without answering, sipping on it, giving Ellery a brooding glance.
“Yer plyin me with alcohol.”
Ellery brightened, giving him a small nod. “How’s it workin?”
“Keep it up, boy, it might work.”
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 4, more hotness!
“Here, let me get ya a bit more comfortable, it’s hot in here ya know...” Ellery said, leaning over and unbuttoning Ennis’s shirt, sliding his fingers beneath it... “Oooh no t-shirt,” he murmured with delight, rubbing his thumb over the suddenly-puckered nipple and Ennis’s back straightened.
“Oh yer gettin me riled...” Ennis whispered, emptying the shot glass with a quick gulp, his hand coming around Ellery’s back and pulling him closer, just as his left hand was pushing back the light cotton of his white dress shirt and pressing firmly against his other nipple and his lips descended on Ennis’s collarbone.
“Yep... but I got a special request for ya, sweetheart... you were so good about the lariat an all...”
“Want me ta tie ya ta the bed this time?” Ennis rasped, head falling against the back of the sofa as he felt the soft wetness of Ellery’s lips zone in on his left nipple, sucking deeply before letting go, and he looked up.
“Nope... I want ta fuck you again, Ennis. From on top. On yer knees.”
“Ohhh....” Ennis breathed, a shiver going through him at the words, on yer knees.... and his arousal became obvious moments later, Ellery’s long fingers working open the buckle on his denims and unzipping him.
“I’ll make it real good for ya, I figured I could give you a good tonguin first of all to get you loosened up, an make you come real good...” he lapped at the nipple between words, his right thumb pressing the top of his cock as it pressed against his drawers, aching to get out, "an once yer all nice an muzzy then slide in an give you a real smooth ride, whattaya say, cowboy?”
“Yeahhhh just... be careful...”
and then, at the end...
“Well?” came the soft challenge, accompanied by the flash of steel grey eyes in the gloom. Ennis handed the cigar over, exhaling loudly.
“That was ... that was amazin.”
“Glad ta know I haven’t forgot how,” Ellery said, inhaling. “Guess it’s like ridin a bicycle.”
“It ain’t like ridin a bicycle,” Ennis replied.
“Well no, it is a whole lot more fun than that. An yer reputation is intact, sweetheart."
"Reputation?"
"Yeah, fer havin a nice sweet tight ass."
L
MaineWriter:
A little more humor from Chapter 5:
“Not to change the topic off the essentials of my footwear, but did you cross swords with Sampson?”
“I did. An he said that he made a call ta get em to hurry up an you should plan to have the phone screenin tonight or tomorrow night, an make arrangements ta go down to the University a Colorado Health Sciences Center within the week after the screenin call. An I failed ta get mountains ta move ta avoid all that so you can take a couple a days off with Ennis ta go do it.”
“’ppreciate it, Wes. An I would also ‘ppreciate it if you talked ta Sampson about gettin a little more live an let live about queer men. We are his patients an he is the best in this town an it really gets our back up when he flinches every time somethin comes up about anal intercourse or homosexual sex contact.”
“He’s an old world doc.”
“Yeah, an old world docs have been pullin blood-an-gore soaked infants outa women’s cooches for hundreds a years without gettin nauseous, so they can sure as hell get used ta men kissin an pokin each other. Wouldn’t ya say?”
Wes gulped. “Thank you for those stunnin visual images Ellery. I will make mention ta him.”
Ellery dropped his feet onto the floor with a clatter. “Thank you, Sheriff.” He heaved himself up and out of the chair. “I’ll let ya know when we get a date ta go ta Denver.”
L
MaineWriter:
An interesting exchange from Chapter 5:
Dupree looked at Joe, who returned his gaze placidly. “What was that about?”
“You hittin on his boyfriend Dupree? That is a dangerous occupation.”
“No I wasn’t hittin on his... shit Joe, I ain’t queer.”
“I don’t know, evidence is pointing the other way Dupree. You showin up at a queer bar, talkin to somebody’s steady live in man... you are treadin on thin ice...”
“Cut it out Joe... yer startin ta worry me.”
“Well did ya kiss em?”
Dupree stared. “Are you insane?”
“He’s a nice lookin man, I wouldn’t blame ya if ya did Dupree.”
“No I didn’t kiss em!”
“Well might want to clear that up with the Chief cause it sounds like somebody told on ya.”
Dupree hurried over to Ellery’s office and knocked on the door. “Hey, can I ask ya somethin Ellery?”
He looked up from dialing the telephone and set it down. “Sure Dupree, what’s on yer mind?”
Dupree closed the door, his pale face in high color as he sat down. Behind him, Ellery caught a glimpse of Joe laughing behind his hand and repressed a grin.
“I... I wasn’t down there ta ... flirt with... Ennis... or anything.”
“I know that. You told me you ain’t queer.”
“I just wanted ta... clear that up.”
“You don’t have to clear it up, Dupree. I just needed ta know the site for the report.” That mischievous look was back in his eyes.
“Okay then. So you don’t think that I...”
“I don’t think anythin at all about it Dupree. But if you go undercover next time you might want ta be less obvious than wearin military togs.”
“Right, Chief.” Dupree got up, feeling bewildered.
“For Chrissake Dupree, haven’t you got any sense of humor at all? I was givin ya shit.”
“Oh.” He cracked a little smile.
“Now go steal me one a Joe’s bran muffins.”
L
MaineWriter:
And from the archives, just for fun, another one of our photostories:
RED SOCKS (by MaineWriter)
Yesterday we learned that Ellery wears a
with his
for work. He has some
and some
but mostly he has
Because people can see his
we know he wears
not
for work. When Ellery wears his
Amos Marigold sees red!
Ennis wears
and
for work.
Ellery is thinking of getting Ennis a new pair of boots for Christmas. Do you think Ennis would like these?
L
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