In Chapter 7, Ennis's bad day is not without its silver lining, as he makes his way home to "Officer Darlin." I quoted this in part because it contains Fred's favorite Ennis line: "That too." It's also notable for fitting in Ennis's distinct fetish for Ellery's uniform - nothing like ending a twenty year stretch of fearing larger society by getting a blowjob from an officer of the law, wearing his hat!
By the time Ennis got home, he was half drunk, depressed, and exhausted. He dropped the keys to the front door twice before Ellery opened it for him, wearing nothing but his cutoff denim shorts, a large glass of beer in his hand.
“Ennis you look terrible. Is everything okay?”
“No. Wanna go ta bed.”
“Okay. Bed sleep or bed fuckin?”
“Bed,” He said, dropping his hat on the recliner, popping the snaps on his shirt. His face still showed bright pink on one cheek where Leon had slapped him, and he went into the bathroom, dropping his pants and stepping into the shower almost as soon as the water lost its cold edge. Ellery trailed him in, leaning in the doorway, sipping.
“Somethin happen?”
“Yeah, somethin always happens,” Ennis said. “Rudy is a nosy ass sumbitch, Lauren is havin a nervous breakdown cause Wayne’s got AIDS, Lang is hittin on some other biker’s little bitch fem boyfriend who slapped me because I wouldn’t break em up when they went outside ta settle it with fists, an I don’t want ta fly ta Denver an why the fuck did Jack have ta go off with Justin Worrell an get his head bashed in?” he ended his diatribe with a sob, shutting the water off and sagging against the wall, naked, dripping, and defeated.
“Aw... sweetheart... you shoulda just come home. C’mere.”
“I’m tired, Ellery, I’m real fuckin tired.”
“I know.” Ellery grabbed a large bath towel and wrapped it around Ennis’s trembling shoulders. “Come on an lie down. Yer drunk.”
“Yeah I’m drunk, you know how I get when I’m drunk.”
“Usually horny as hell,” he said softly, breathing into his ear, rubbing his arms with the towel.
“That too.”
“That part we can take care of, don’t you worry.”
“Okay,” Ennis said, his face carved into a deep frown. Ellery rubbed up his arms with the towel, drying him, and then walked him slowly out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
“You want me ta put my uniform on fer this?”
Ennis smiled slightly. “Maybe the hat.”
“Okay, the hat. It’s not a hat by the way, it’s technically a beret.” Ellery reached up into the closet and put his uniform beret on, which he only wore if he was appearing at an official event, or in court. He posed, the cutoff denims revealing more than they hid, his long legs accentuated by their briefness, just barely hanging from the bones of his hips and revealing the faint dark line of hair widening out to his pubes beneath his hollow belly.
“Beret then.”
“Okay you climb in there, an tell Officer Darlin what he can do to you.”
Ennis thought, his eyes glazed with that edge of drunkenness that could easily turn to lust if properly triggered, staring at the bizarre sight of Ellery, nearly naked, wearing his uniform hat and nearly nothing else, crawling toward him on the bed, now climbing between his open thighs.
“Suck me, darlin...” he rasped, his head falling back as he relaxed into arousal, trying to wipe the litany of prodding pains from his mind, gasping softly as Ellery’s hot mouth overtook his cock and began to suck on it, stiffening, his hips rising off the bed. “Ohh... yeahhhh....” he fell into a sort of dazed dream, gazing down at the beret as it slid off the side of Ellery’s head, black mass of hair flying free and tickling his thighs, and he thrust up and into his hot mouth, “suck me... boy,” he moaned, forgetting momentarily his anxieties about the coming week, the arguing men at the bar, Rudy with his grasping, lascivious hands rubbing up Lauren’s back... a host of disturbing images wiped away leaving only the erotic vision of his lover’s mouth swallowing him whole, accompanied by the arousing noise of sucking, and he wouldn’t last, he couldn’t last under this onslaught.... he grabbed onto the pillow with his hands, bucking up, forcing his cock into Ellery’s hot throat, needing it, his throat pulsing hard with his racing heartbeat as he felt himself nearly float up off the bed, the hat spinning and rolling before flipping over, forgotten, in the middle of the bed, as a torrent of pleasure washed through him and he cried out, a sharp, sobbing sound, and spurted a jet of semen into Ellery’s sucking mouth, before falling back on the bed, panting heavily.
Ellery rose to his elbows and looked up at the half-open eyes, reached out and snagged his uniform hat, putting it back on his head and smirking.
“Will that be all sir?”
Topic: Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll (Read 4123164 times)