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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Chapter 37:
Ellery’s eyes drilled into Wes hard, his expression grim. “Without Amos there?”
“Without Amos there,” he nodded. “An another thing. Eagleton will be ready tomorrow to go ahead with his preliminary motions on Steele. He is back from Jackson tonight.” He kept his eye on Ellery when he finished talking, and Ellery stared back at him.
“What?”
“The boy didn’t call ya?”
“No, he didn’t call me. I don’t expect em to. But to keep you from buggin me about it every six minutes I will tell you if he does, okay?”
“Why not call em an get it over with?”
“Because.”
Wes smirked. “Because? Because a why? You ain’t eighteen anymore Ellery. You got something on yer mind, the man has a phone, an I know you pulled his address out a the DMV computer two days ago.”
“Yer watchin me.”
“I pay close attention to those I care about, Ellery. So because a why?”
“Because it’s best ta let sleepin dogs lie. If he got something ta say he has my number now.”
“Uh huh. Talk ta Ennis.”
“I fuckin talked ta Ennis. He knows all about it.”
“An he thinks you should let it all lie like a growlin dog ready ta pounce.”
“Wes, you know that thing I told you about playin daddy?”
“Mel an Amos’ll be here in an hour. Be polite, an do NOT change yer socks or I’ll make ya go barefoot.”
Ellery cracked a smile, and rose from his desk, hiking up his dress blacks. “Passin muster yet Sheriff?”
“Hunh,” Wes said, glancing disinterestedly at the span of black sock on Ellery’s ankle, and shuffled out of the room, scratching his head.
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MaineWriter:
A famous exchange from Chapter 37!
“To the matter at hand, however,” Mel continued, taking a shallow drag on the cigar before continuing. “Amos seems to feel that your personal … er… circumstances aggravate the attempts of the District Attorney’s department to get cooperation from the suspect, and that this has led to a … negative result.”
Ellery gave Mel a long look. “Mel, with all due respect. You went there with me. You did the talkin. You laid the options on the table. You sat through the twenty long minutes a baleful silence when he didn’t say nothin. Now you tell me whether I am the factor exacerbatin things or not.”
Wes spoke up. “The human factor here is really difficult ta sort. But it will be a cold day in hell when I take a senior officer out of an investigation in which he is intimately involved and uniquely qualified ta continue to work with the suspect and witnesses, simply because he is of the same sexual persuasion. If we started doin that then we wouldn’t have anybody to investigate all the so called normal sex crimes since most of our guys are heterosexuals.”
“It ain’t that,” Amos said. “Ellery just ain’t professional in approachin this high profile case.”
Wes turned a baleful eye on Amos. “If it weren’t fer Ellery workin through the weekend you wouldn’t a known whose fingerprints was whose when Steele went ta arraignment a couple a weeks ago, an that was a favour we did you Amos. If yer talking about the sock thing…”
“There’s another thing.”
“Oh?” Mel turned then and all eyes were then on Amos as he looked nervously from face to face.
“This I got ta hear,” Ellery said.
“He… showed up in court with a hickey on his neck.”
“What?” Mel said, squinting as if he hadn’t heard correctly. Ellery suppressed a smirk.
“A… love bite. You know. One a them obvious things.”
Mel frowned, eyes narrowing further. “Amos… don’t tell me… we came over here to discuss whether the Chief deputy handling our attempted murder and stalking case is suitable to continue on this case because he had a hickey on his neck.”
“Uh, Mel… it was unseemly…” Amos stuttered.
Mel stood up. “Sorry to bother you Wes, Ellery. I want to have Ellery come with me back down to County to tell Worrell his time is running out on his options. I have no more questions about Ellery’s professionalism.”
Wes stood slowly, a reserved expression on his face. “I appreciate yer takin the time, Mel. We are all frustrated here an maybe we’ll catch a break if he knows he hasn’t got forever to play us.”
Mel nodded at Amos to proceed him out the door, gesturing with his hat. “Let’s go Amos. You have motions to respond to.”
Wes closed the door on them as they left and sat back down, picking up his cigar.
“Chalk one up for the queers,” Ellery said.
“Is it too much ta ask if next time there is a motion hearing on Worrell you button yer shirt up to the collar?”
“No it ain’t too much ta ask, Wes,” Ellery grinned.
“Just remember,” he said, squinting at the slight impress that marked the healing piercing on Ellery’s left ear. “Earrings are against our uniform code.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“That’ll be all.” He turned and opened the door.
“Hey Wes?”
“Hmm.” The older man’s dark brown gaze rested on Ellery.
“Thanks fer carin. It does help.”
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MaineWriter:
Chapter 38...
He woke gradually, eyes opening, to see Ellery standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face, watching him dozing with his wet cock in his hand. “I see you weren’t waitin fer me today…”
“Hey. I was… thinkin a some new things an got carried away.”
“So you did, must a been good.” He unfastened his shoulder holster, unloaded his gun as Ennis sat up, then held out a hand. “No, you stay there, boy.” Ennis eased back onto his bent elbows, cock lolling in his opened fly.
“What a you got on your mind?”
Ellery did not reply, but his eyes flicked to Ennis’s exposed cock, then unbuttoned his shirt and shucked it off, leaving his upper half bare, and he went to his knees by the side of the bed, leaned over, and sucked Ennis’s sticky cock into his mouth in a rapid movement, then began to suck, cleaning off the remnants of his ejaculation, pulling off his now half-tumescent shaft and grinning up at him. “That was too tasty to pass up.”
“Jesus Ellery you do like ta suck cock.”
“So now I got yer attention, what was it that got ya worked up, I want ta hear all about it,” he said, fingers closing over his base, giving it a squeeze and beginning to stroke his cock slowly but firmly.
“I… got some more a those ropes,” Ennis said, stammering, his hips rolling up as he aroused once more. “I was thinking… I could tie ya hand an foot, maybe put that thing in yer ass again an give you a good spankin…”
“Oh my, you have been thinking. What makes ya think I want ta get my ass spanked?” Ellery’s voice was sultry.
“Because a … oh darlin…” he gasped, thrusting in the air once more, his denims slipping down further, “ya came so good last time.”
“Yer figurin out all my secrets, Ennis. Pretty soon I’ll be yer slave.”
"God I hope so. That feels so good," Ennis breathed.
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MaineWriter:
More from 38, Beagle on the phone...
“Maybe so.” The distant, familiar tenor voice softened, seemed wistful. “Well?”
“Well what? You come down here an call me yeah we can talk. Maybe you can come to my bar, it’s fer queers only. That is, if yer queer.”
“Maybe not there. Maybe… dinner or somethin…” his voice trembled.
“I’m involved with someone, Beagle. I ain’t interested in gettin anythin together with you.”
“I didn’t … I didn’t think so.”
“All right.”
"So...." Beagle's voice faltered then into silence.
“Sure then, call me when you come ta town.”
“Okay, talk to ya soon then, maybe couple a weeks.” Ellery said goodbye and set down the phone, looked at it for a long moment.
“That was him huh?” Ennis’s voice was thick as he stood in the doorway, face still.
“Yeah.” Ellery turned to him, eyes gleaming with what might have been tears. “I shoulda told em to fuck off I guess. I didn’t.”
“He wants ta see ya.”
Ellery nodded slowly. “Got ta sit down.” He came toward Ennis then, whose arms went around his shoulders, pulling him close and tight.
“It’s gonna be all right darlin, I’m here.”
“Yeah. Good thing.”
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MaineWriter:
Chapter 39...
“Oh lord darlin...” he whispered against the sweaty shoulder beneath him. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah.”
The room was silent except for their still-labored but slowing breaths, and Ennis pulled out slowly, rising to his knees, turning his head as he heard something in the sudden quiet. “Hear somethin,” he said.
Then it came again, the sound of a fist banging on the front door, then the chime of the bell once more, which neither had heard during the chorus of sex. “Shit, somebody’s bangin on the door, Ennis...” Ellery sighed.
“I’ll go,” Ennis said, rising to his feet and sliding on his denims, heedless of his dripping cock.
“Sweetheart...” Ellery said, but Ennis had left the room, leaving Ellery completely helpless, tied hand and foot.
Ennis zipped up and ran his fingers through his hair, stopping long enough to remember to look through the peephole before he unlocked the door. “Jesus Christ amighty,” he swore, then pulled the door open.
“Wayne, what the fuck are you doin here?”
Worn, tired, rail thin and looking at least ten years older, Wayne gave Ennis a weak smile, ignoring his sweat-soaked hair and dripping chest.. “I was beginnin ta think you guys was dead in there. I got outta the hospital an came ta say hi.”
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