Was: Laramie Tales: New Working Title: Tales of Greenlea County (ARCHIVE)

[mariez]

What Ellery feels like when he takes his pills!

".......Why can’t they make narcotics without the narcotic part?”

“Huh?”

“The go ta sleep an feel like a zombie effect. Damn I hate that. Can ya help me sit up?” Colson nodded and slid his arms under Ellery’s armpits, lifting him so that he was propped against the headboard........

[MaineWriter]

Round 5!

The archive has been updated for your playing pleasure.

[MaineWriter]

the epidemic that was just beginning at the time of "The Tales of Greenlea County"

[belbbmfan]

==comment: thanks for that Leslie!==

This time, Colson led the way to the car, and had already unlocked it when he noticed that Ellery had stopped to talk to a beefy man with slicked back medium brown hair greying at the temples, an ill fitting brown suit over his bulging shoulders, and a neat black bolo tie. He waited by the car door, until he saw Ellery look up and beckon him.

The beefy man is Wes of course.

[MaineWriter]

is this Jeeves' real name?

[mariez]

is this Jeeves' real name?

Yeah, I believe it's his real "legal" name - I think he was born Howard Butterfield.

Marie

[mariez]

what Colson tries very hard not to look at when he enters the Red Stallion for the first time.

Somewhere on the right of him, he saw bodies in red and black and blue, moving on the dance floor further inside the bar, and the jukebox was playing a rapid country violin song whose name he never knew. He didn't turn his head to watch.

[belbbmfan]

Yeah, 'Taking Chances' sure is that! 

Washing Ellery had been one of the most erotic things he had ever done with a man, and he found himself regretting that he had never done such a thing with Adam. Rivers are too damn cold to lie around in playin grab ass, he thought. But the thought came as a pang of regret, that he had made a new erotic discovery and had not be able to share it with Adam.

[MaineWriter]

The kind in a pair of jeans, not the buzzing type:

Colson moved, then, the handful of inches between his face and Ellery’s, until he could feel the warmth of Ellery’s breath against his cheek, shifted slightly until their cheeks brushed, and his hand slid down the outside of Ellery’s shirt, seeking his hand, finding it half open against his knee, and grasped it, clamping his own hand hard and pulling it, as though testing the willingness of the man who owned it, to come to him, pulling it into the hard lump now straining against his fly.
   
“I do...want it,” Colson said, his voice a harsh, barely heard whisper.

[mariez]

for Colson Grey, Ellery's husband and the love of his life - and for the color of Ellery's eyes.