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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
More from 71:
“Darlin,” Ennis said, looking down at Ellery as he thrust in once more, seeking that angle he had found with his fingers and now needed to give the ultimate pleasure...
Ellery’s smoky eyes fixed on Ennis’s face. “Yeah...” he breathed.
“I love you,” Ennis murmured.
To Ennis’s surprise, tears sprang to Ellery’s eyes, and his hands came up to caress Ennis’s arms and shoulders, giving light, encouraging touches. “I love you, Ennis...” Ellery gasped, moaning as his body was rocked by the sudden jolt of pleasure from Ennis’s change of angle. “Oh god right there... fuck me...” he whimpered.
Ennis had promised himself he would go slow... this was a time for tenderness. He obeyed, but increased the speed and force of his thrusts gradually, feeling controlled by the hard grasp of the ring, his own breath hitching up in speed as his heart thudded. It seemed he was suspended in air, his explosion held at bay, allowing him the freedom to take Ellery slowly, to feel the depth of his own pleasure while his hands roamed across the lean torso, tweaking first one then the other nipple, gripping the bobbing cock and stroking it in gentle time with his long, slow thrusts. The sound of Ellery’s whimpers convinced him that he had the right angle now to rub Ellery’s prostate with each thrust, and Ellery’s cock grew steadily more rigid, as he bucked up against Ennis’s steady rhythm.
MaineWriter:
The trip to Mr. Tux!
The youth came back with two large garment bags and held them out. “Okay, we got a 32 long an a 29 long an let’s see how those go for you, dressin rooms are right in there.”
Ennis took the weighty garment bag and peeked in. “This got a ruffle shirt in it?”
The boy blinked. “It’s the standard formal black tie dress shirt, sir... it does have a ruffle on the collar..”
“I don’t want no ruffled shirt,” Ennis said, holding the bag away from him as if it were a dangerous snake about to bite him.
“Of course sir, if you will take the suit I will bring a plain collar shirt out for you. 15 inch collar I assume?”
“I dunno, guess so.”
“Try that, Ennis,” Ellery said, taking his own tuxedo and heading for the dressing rooms. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, he thought, shaking his head.
and then....
“Uh... sure,” Ellery said with a shrug. “He’s a cowboy, what can I say?”
“I understand completely,” Jeff said with an indulgent smile. “Let me get you a plain one."
Then Ennis came out of his dressing room, looking down at himself. “Stand up straight, Ennis, lemme look," Ellery said.
Ennis’s tux, unlike Ellery’s, fit him like a glove. The jacket, falling smoothly over his shoulders, fell comfortably over his muscular frame, making him appear taller, more dignified. He smiled sheepishly. “What do ya think?”
Ellery winked. “You could be the bridegroom, boy.”
Ennis turned bright red at the comment, and his head turned rapidly, to see whether Ellery had been overheard. But Jeff was deep in the middle of a rack of shirts, looking for an unruffled collar in Ellery’s peculiar size. Sensing time passing, the youth looked up, “Gettin there, got to get through all these ta look for – ah ha.” He pulled a white shirt out of a forest of others, wrapped in cellophane, and brought it out for Ellery. “This matches the one we put with Mr. Del Mar’s here. You want to try it on?”
and to finish...
“Okay.” As Ennis went back into the dressing room, Ellery came out, this time wearing the tuxedo trousers and the shirt only, his hair falling around his shoulders. Ennis’s breath caught in his throat.
“Yer beautiful, darlin...” he murmured, then blushed hotly, dashing into the dressing room before Ellery could reply. Ellery smiled at Jeff.
“He sure does like formal wear,” Ellery said.
“I guess so,” Jeff replied with a bewildered smile.
Ahhhh.....
mariez:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 15, 2007, 02:12:01 pm ---Okay, so I jumped the gun a little bit, re-readers, but only because chapter 71 has some of my most favorite scenes of all...
. . .
Ennis combed his hair back in three or four easy strokes of the comb and hung up the towel, sitting down on his side of the bed. Ellery came in, fighting with his hair, and Ennis said “C’mere boy, lemme do that,” and pushed back on the bed, opening his knees. Ellery sat down on the floor, lotus-style, and Ennis took his comb from him, gently tugging at the damp locks to untangle and smooth them, as Ellery leaned back with a soft sigh, rubbing his hands down Ennis’s shins and feet, resting them there.
“You like me combin yer hair?”
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We love you combin' his hair, Ennis! :)
Yep, this chapter turns me into that puddle of goo, Leslie! :) - this part in particular:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 15, 2007, 02:14:39 pm ---More from 71:
“Darlin,” Ennis said, looking down at Ellery as he thrust in once more, seeking that angle he had found with his fingers and now needed to give the ultimate pleasure...
Ellery’s smoky eyes fixed on Ennis’s face. “Yeah...” he breathed.
“I love you,” Ennis murmured.
To Ennis’s surprise, tears sprang to Ellery’s eyes, and his hands came up to caress Ennis’s arms and shoulders, giving light, encouraging touches. “I love you, Ennis...” Ellery gasped, moaning as his body was rocked by the sudden jolt of pleasure from Ennis’s change of angle. “Oh god right there... fuck me...” he whimpered.
Ennis had promised himself he would go slow... this was a time for tenderness. He obeyed, but increased the speed and force of his thrusts gradually, feeling controlled by the hard grasp of the ring, his own breath hitching up in speed as his heart thudded. It seemed he was suspended in air, his explosion held at bay, allowing him the freedom to take Ellery slowly, to feel the depth of his own pleasure while his hands roamed across the lean torso, tweaking first one then the other nipple, gripping the bobbing cock and stroking it in gentle time with his long, slow thrusts. The sound of Ellery’s whimpers convinced him that he had the right angle now to rub Ellery’s prostate with each thrust, and Ellery’s cock grew steadily more rigid, as he bucked up against Ennis’s steady rhythm.
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There's really nothing to say after that, is there?
Thanks!
Marie
belbbmfan:
--- Quote from: mariez on February 15, 2007, 09:31:38 pm ---We love you combin' his hair, Ennis! :)
Yep, this chapter turns me into that puddle of goo, Leslie! :) - this part in particular:
There's really nothing to say after that, is there?
Thanks!
Marie
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Can I join in that puddle of goo ladies? ;D I love the hair combing, so sweet and nurturing. And Ellery really does love being taken care off, no matter how cranky he has been getting lately in 'A Small Circle Of Friends'!
MaineWriter:
Chapter 75:
“Okay,” Ellery said, pushing his hair away from his face. His eyes were shining, filled with sadness. “You remember... I told you that before I fell in love with you, there was only one, an Beagle was the one...”
Ennis nodded, now mute, his fingers tracing the veins on the back of Ellery’s passive hand, caressing it lightly. “What’d he say in the letter, Ellery?” Ennis’s voice was soft, but tinged with a growing anxiety.
Ellery’s reply was a sigh at first. Then he looked up at Ennis. “Ennis, I love you. You are the only man I love. I stopped lovin Beagle a long time ago, an I want you to know that ain’t no lie.”
Ennis nodded once more, anxiety creeping up his spine in the form of a cold shiver. “I love you, too, Ellery. Ya know I do.”
“Yeah, I know. Beagle wrote ta tell me he was sorry, an that he loved me.”
“He loved you a long time ago or he loves ya now?” Ennis said, voice strained to cracking.
“He loved me then an he loves me now,” Ellery said, sighing. “An he was just gettin it off his chest.”
“He don’t want nothin from you?”
“Oh, well I think if I went rushin off ta see em he’d be pleased as punch, but he didn’t ask me to, no. An I ain’t gonna. I threw the letter away, an I ain’t writin back.”
Ennis nodded.
“But I still feel like I got kicked by a steer.”
“I think I understand,” Ennis said slowly, grip tightening on Ellery’s hand.
“Watchin em drive away like that... I imagine it was somethin like what you went through... maybe.”
“Yeah, maybe worse. I knew Jack wasn’t gonna drive back up or call me on the phone an say he changed his mind, an I didn’t have ta sit there an wonder if he was gonna, because he was gone.”
“Maybe.” Ellery drained his glass, glancing over at the stove. “Food ready?”
“Yup.”
“Let’s eat then. Maybe ya can snuggle me later an make it all go away.”
“I care about you too ya know, Ellery,” Ennis said, voice soft.
“I know ya do. I wasn’t gonna say nothin, then I thought – he is the one who cares about me, why not?”
“I do care about ya darlin. So lets get some food in ya.”
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