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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Chapter 72:
“Maybe it was too soon for ya,” Ennis said.
“Or maybe twenty years too late. I can’t help Beagle learn how ta be queer. He needed ta learn that twenty years ago an he didn’t. An it is way too late fer me an him.”
Ennis looked down at his plate. “I hope... it ain’t too much of a struggle helpin me learn... how ta be queer darlin.”
“Oh Ennis...” Ellery’s eyes clouded once more, his face crumpling as tears came to his eyes. “No... it ain’t too much of a struggle. Come on now. That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know it’s hard for ya, with me actin like I hate queers an not wantin ya ta touch me an stuff.”
“You are comin along real good. Yesterday Wes even said so, you weren’t flinchin away when I touched you no more.”
“I wasn’t?” Ennis blinked. “I don’t remember.”
“See? Yer gettin used to it. Don’t compare yerself ta Beagle, there ain’t no comparison.”
“I don’t mean ta argue with ya, Ellery, but there is. I am just startin ta get used ta the idea a bein queer. I just came here three months ago ya know, never went to a queer bar or talked to nobody else who was queer till then.”
Ellery shook his head. “You didn’t drive off on me in 1965, Ennis. You ain’t him. You will never be him or anythin like him ta me.”
MaineWriter:
More from 72:
“I got a question for ya darlin,” Ennis said between bites.
“Whassat?”
“When you get all insecure an say that thing you say, I need my man inside me... like ya done a couple a times, do you like it fast an hard or slow an easy?”
Ellery’s face brightened as he blushed. “I’ll tell ya somethin about me, boy, almost every time I’m riled up you can go at me fast an hard an I’m gonna like it.”
“So... fast an hard, huh?”
“Pretty much.”
“Okay, well that’s good ta know I did the right thing then.”
“You got good instincts, Ennis.”
“Yeah, like grabbin ya when you was actin crazy on the patio. Jesus boy, you can act real crazy.”
“I’ll do better Ennis. This was a unique situation.”
“I know. Which is why I ain’t gonna spank ya this time over it.”
Ellery’s eyebrows shot up. “Well why not?”
“Cause you’d like it. You like spankin entirely too much, boy.”
MaineWriter:
And the end of 72...
“All right I’m gettin off the phone. If you are feelin too lowly in the mornin you call me at 7, you got that?”
“Yeah Wes. I know. Don’t Daddy me or I’ll get riled.”
“Shut up boy, I am all the Daddy you got right now. Let Ennis look after you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, said goodbye, and set the phone down.
“Between you an Wes I am havin a whole lot a trouble bein irresponsible, Ennis.”
“That’s good. Now about this hard an fast thing... ya want ta give it another shot in there?”
Ellery grinned. “You got another one in ya?”
“Think so.” Ennis got up and stepped over to where Ellery was sitting. “Come on boy, let’s use up some more a that new Vaseline.”
MaineWriter:
from Chapter 73, one of my favorite Wes and Ellery conversations...
“Come inta my office, boy,” Wes said, and led the way into the crowded, untidy room. Ellery followed, glancing at his watch. “Don’t do that, you got plenty a time till that guy from Justice shows up.”
“Right.” Ellery closed the door and sank into one of Wes’s comfortable chairs, crossing his ankles on the edge of the desk.
“You talk ta Ennis about yer intentions?”
“In a very tender moment, yes.” Ellery sipped his coffee.
“You two have a lot a tender moments. I take it I was interruptin one last night.”
“No, not really, I was sleepin then.”
“Oh, I thought that was a euphemism.”
“No I was sleepin. If we was getting busy he wouldn’t a picked up the phone.”
“All right all right. He sounded a bit funny.”
“He answers the phone funny when he’s naked.”
“So how did it go?”
“He said he liked the idea.”
“Liked it or really liked it?”
“I think he’s scared out of his drawers, but I don’t think he’s goin nowhere.”
“This business about this boy bother em?”
“No, it bothered me. He just gets all jealous an possessive an then we argue an then we make up.”
Wes held up his hand. “Don’t tell me anythin I don’t need ta know, Ellery. So how did ya leave it with this guy?”
“I walked out on lunch an told em it’d be a bad idea if we talked again, an wished em good luck bein queer.”
Wes peered at him. “You were really hurt in other words. I never seen you back away scared from something.”
“I will never answer this question in a court a law, Wes, an if you ever repeat it I’ll deny it. I was seriously seekin my own life after that boy walked out on me. Fortunately I didn’t know fuck all about drugs an got the metabolism of a hummingbird or I would a succeeded.”
“Jesus Ellery, your granddad never told me about this.”
“My granddad don’t know nothing about this. It happened in an empty dorm room an I woke up two days later dehydrated an covered in puke, an thus ended my suicidal career.”
“Jesus I’m sorry. I didn’t mean ta be flip.”
“You wasn’t. I’ll get over it. It was a fuckin long time ago, Wes. I am happy, I got my man with me, an he is real cute when he’s jealous so we’ll be fine.”
“Well all right then, finish yer coffee, don’t drink in the office today an you come in here when that interview is over. I’m gonna be goin through it this afternoon.”
“You haven’t talked ta Ennis about knockin off afternoons have you?”
He shook his head. “No, I was waitin ta find out if you were serious about it or not.”
“I am, an tonight would be a good night, an I forgot all about it. Mind if I call em?”
“No, guess not. He’s just cleanin tack an doin his Ennis straightenin up stuff. Pretty soon he’ll be paintin the barn purple or something.”
“I’ll call em now.”
MaineWriter:
Chapter 74:
“Never sat much watchin tv cept on Saturday nights ya know. An when I was married...” he stopped dead, blushing. “Sorry.”
“I don’t mind you talkin about when you was married, Ennis, shit. Ain’t we been through enough together already?”
“Didn’t seem polite, after our discussion.”
“Oh, what discussion was that?” Ellery sat up, looking at him archly.
“Ya know, about... bein a real couple an all.”
“Oh you remember that do ya?”
“I remember every word. Just because it was after gettin fancy don’t mean I forgot.”
Ellery leaned close, nibbling on his collar. “We was fuckin Ennis, like wild animals.”
Ennis’s blush deepened. “Yeah.”
“You ashamed a that?”
“No... just... I dunno... talkin dirty seems easier when I’m hard.“
Ellery laughed out loud. “Do I got ta get ya hard for that?”
“You want me ta go into that bar a yers lookin crosseyed an sweaty ...”
“An smellin like spunk? Well no not really. Men can pick up on that fresh fucked look, an it drives em wild.”
“I’d rather not drive anybody wild tonight. Just you.” Ennis slid his hand around Ellery’s neck and drew him close, brushing his lips barely against his mouth. “An I want you when I get home, boy.”
“Good. Cause I am still feelin pretty upset about this shit with Beagle an I could go for my man any time.”
“Then let me get goin so I can get back.”
Ellery pressed his mouth againset Ennis’s, and slid his tongue between his lips, and Ennis’s embrace tightened, eyes closing. “Hmm yeah. Lots more a that.” He stood up, grinning. “You stay right there an don’t go nowhere. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“You better.”
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