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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
belbbmfan:
from chapter 84: enter the mysterious Brad Sevigny
“Dr. Thompson?” Ellery asked.
“That’s me.”
“Sheriff’s office,” Ellery said, and brought out his badge once more. Unlike the women in the registrar’s office, he took the badge in his hand and scrutinized the identification and photo.
“You should get a new photo, you look like Paul McCartney in that one,” he commented. “How can I help you Chief Deputy?” he said, and Ellery smiled a bit more widely when he got the title correct.
“Thank you for the compliment, I think. I am sorry ta tell you that one of yer students was killed durin the night.”
Thompson nodded. “Word spread like wildfire. Summer school has only got about four hundred students.”
“Mind if I ask you about Wilkes? We have very little ta go on an no witnesses ta the crime that I have found so far.”
“Ya might try his roommate, Brad … what did he say his name was… Sevigny, I think…. He is in the registrations for the summer literature session I think Will said.”
“I am a little surprised, Dr. Thompson. You knowin his roommate.”
“Shouldn’t be. In this kind of a course the students work a lot of hours in the computer room an their rides, wives, husbands, roommates, often stop by an wait for em. His roommate had the car an usually picked em up from there when I closed the lab.”
Ellery looked at the dorm assignments. “I don’t see no Sevigny listed as his roommate. I don’t see no Sevigny or S name in his building.”
“Might a got it changed.” Thompson dropped his voice. “This’ll come out no matter what but sometimes… the students change their rooms without notifyin anyone, especially if they make friends far away from their own dorm. I teach summer school every year.”
“So yer telling me this dorm assignment sheet is probably good fer nothing.”
“You could try Sevigny’s original assigned room, if there was trouble he might have moved back in.”
Ellery sighed. “Back to the summer school office.”
MaineWriter:
Chapter 85:
“I am urgin you to reconsider, Cantrell. You are a mature adult…”
“An up until you started buggin me on this matter I thought you were, so start actin like one. Please do not call me again Eagleton, or I will ask the Sheriff and the D.A. ta intervene on my behalf.”
“I guess yer leavin me no choice then,” he replied, now gruff.
“That is the idea, Counselor. Now I have had a bitch of a day an I am hungry an I would like ta have my dinner. Please don’t call me again.”
“Good bye, then, Mr. Cantrell. Thank you for tryin.”
“You are very little welcome,” Ellery said, banging down the phone. “Goddammitall, Ennis…," he said, stalking to the kitchen. “Goddammitalltahell.”
“What now?” Ennis looked up from spooning out bowls of chili, alarmed by his anger.
“It is things like this that truly tempt me ta quit my job an take up playin the accordion.”
“Take up what?”
“Just an expression,” he sighed, sitting down.
“You’d look real cute in those shorts playin the accordion,” Ennis said, sitting down and opening a bottle of beer for him. “Specially if I can sit over here an see all the way ta France.”
Ellery smiled wanly, accepted the beer, and took a long pull on it. “Maybe I will then.”
They ate with little more small talk, and Ellery, rather than rising from the table when he finished his chili, moved his knees slightly apart and gave Ennis a challenging look. “Well boy, I got a feelin if I got up right now I might get assaulted over at the sink. Maybe we could just cut out that pretendin ta wash dishes part an get right to it.”
“That sounds about right," Ennis said, setting down his beer.
MaineWriter:
Good morning, re-readers...chapters 86-90 today. We are almost at the end of the book!
http://louisev.livejournal.com/72900.html
In chapter 86, the famous butter scene!
“So what’s it gonna be, boy,” Ellery said, his smoky eyes issuing a challenge as he rose to his feet. “Cock ring? Blindfold? Tyin me up?”
Ennis also stood, unbuckling his belt suddenly. “Oh I got an idea all right. Just gonna butter ya right up an have ya right here fer dessert.”
Ellery looked down at the dishes scattered across the table. “Right here? The way you go you’ll break the table.”
“Got a better idea.” Ennis took a step toward him and in a few quick motions had Ellery’s cutoffs unzipped and on the floor, and grabbed his arm with one hand as he unzipped and pushed his own denims off his hips, his cock, already hard, bouncing free, then pushed Ellery down so that he was bent over the end of the countertop, shaking his cutoffs off his feet and spreading his thighs, Ennis holding him down one-armed as he reached for the butter and swiped a gob of it onto his fingers.
“Jesus you are gonna butter me up..!” Ellery exclaimed, disbelieving, the sudden sexual moves arousing him immediately, and he watched as Ennis dabbed butter into his crack, sliding his finger in to lubricate him thoroughly.
“Yep. Need ya boy,” he said, leaning down, licking at the rapidly-melting butter as it slid between Ellery’s cheeks and down over his balls, then gripped on with his teeth in a clear, pale area of flesh on his left cheek, making a loud growling noise, nipping and then letting go.
“Oh fuck, Ennis!” Ellery choked out, his head coming up sharply and barely clearing the cabinet above.
“Easy boy, here I come,” he said softly, and rubbed his slick hand over his cock, sliding it up into his sphincter, penetrating him steadily as he leaned down, keeping Ellery’s upper body flat on the countertop, until he was completely inside him.
“That feel good?” he asked, sliding a slick hand around and grasping Ellery’s erection, sliding his hand over it and beginning to stroke.
“Oh sweetheart...” Ellery moaned. “Don’t talk... just fuck me...”
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MaineWriter:
More from 86:
“That was only the beginnin,” Ennis commented, taking the cloths from his hand.
“Oh, what now?”
“Now we got ta do some cuddlin an kissin in the proper settin.”
“Ah... no argument there.”
Ennis took his hand, and led him to the bedroom, where Ellery noted he had once again changed the bed with fresh new percale, neatly folded down. Ellery climbed into the bed first, and Ennis followed, lying on his side, his hand wandering down Ellery’s body lazily.
“I love ta touch you, darlin,” he said softly, looking at him with a molten gaze.
“About as much as I love ta touch you,” Ellery responded. “Listen I got a question for ya. The other night when you poured that drink an said me belongin ta you an you belongin ta me, was that some sort a ceremony?”
Ennis nodded, blushing, busying himself with brushing Ellery’s hair back from his forehead.
“You just make that up on the spot?”
He smiled and nodded again. “Yep.”
“This mean... your stayin with me... permanent?”
“Sure does.”
Ellery’s face transformed into a soft smile. “That is real good. Then I guess that was sort of like... gettin engaged.”
“Yep.” Ennis was acting shy, embarrassed, and it seemed completely out of character for the man who had just slammed him down on the counter, wiped butter on his ass and fucked him silly. Ellery reached up with his own hand and brushed his fingers against the sweaty frame of curls on his forehead, and Ennis raised his eyes, looking at him directly.
“Why you actin shy?”
“Sometimes I’m like that... after.”
“You mean after we fuck like animals an you leave teethmarks in my ass?”
Ennis smiled tightly. “Yeah.”
“I like you shy,” Ellery said, tilting his head, smoothing out a large curl that had settled over Ennis’s forehead. “But I like Mr. Coyote too. I hope you don’t get sick a gettin riled up the way you do... today thinkin about rilin you up is about the only thing that got me ta Elk Mountain an back in one piece.”
MaineWriter:
86 is a chapter that is full of stuff!
“Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe he can’t handle bein grown up an queer,” Ellery said. “Anyhow, I don’t want ta talk about this. I want ta talk about us. I want ta talk about this commitment thing.”
“Okay,” Ennis said, letting his shoulder drop and leaning into his pillow.
“What about if we got rings for each other?”
“Rings...”
“You know, engagement rings.”
“Won’t people think we got.. you know, a fiancee or somethin?”
“Yeah.”
“Only... we’re men.”
“It won’t say so on the ring. We don’t have to, it’s only an idea.”
“Lemme think about it, okay?” Ennis said, his hand dipping back down and brushing across Ellery’s pale chest.
and at the end of the chapter...
With his simple declaration, Ennis had given Ellery a hope, that this hunger, lurking inside him for so long, unsatisfied, would be fulfilled, and that he could look forward to a relationship that nourished, rather than drained him. As they fell together, spent, onto the bed, Ellery felt the beginnings of that hope, and the end of a life of frustrated longing.
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