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MaineWriter:
which Ellery and Colson bought for dessert at their first barbecue.
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mariez:
The man responsible for Colson and Ellery's first meeting!
Ya took Pete in to wash up and he said that Wilson Brand had beaten him and thrown him down the stairs."
belbbmfan:
“You matter ta me, too Colson. With or without the sex. Just bein here, holdin you, is more lovin than I ever thought I would see again.”
*sigh*
mariez:
Colson had to do more than yell for Bill to get the message:
Colson said, teeth clenched. “Yer the one getting in the way, an Ellery don’t want you here, so git in yer truck and git.”
Bill rose to his feet slowly, holding his hands out as if to ward Colson off, and turned to Ellery, keeping a wary eye on his rapidly clenching fists and drawn arm. “El, you ain’t gonna let this —”
“Git!” Colson yelled, not looking at Ellery.
Bill, not a good judge of people, lunged at Colson once more, just as Ellery let out a “Fuck Bill just fuckin go—”and Colson hit him in the face with a balled fist as Bill’s arm came around, knocking him backward but not enough to make him fall again. Bill outweighed Colson by a significant margin, but he wasn’t in the same class as far as bar fighters went. Bill staggered back, hand on his quickly purpling cheek.
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Not a good judge of people, and a slow learner to boot!
belbbmfan:
Another significant statement by Ellery. :)
The other man propped himself up on an elbow, and then began to speak, hand still hovering close to Colson’s shoulder in the darkness. “I would have zero interest in you if you could walk away from a man you cared about for half a your whole life and hop inta bed with me without a second thought. Did that occur ta you? Everything about you says you had some great tragedy hangin over you. I been a police detective for almost 15 years already and if it’s one thing I understand is people. I was ready to wait it out, have some scotches, exchange phone numbers, meet up, shoot some pool or fish till you finally dug it out, see if you might make a go of it again, but its you jumped the gun. I ain’t sorry yer grievin him. Makes you a damn sight more human than...well...the aforementioned people I keep aforementioning.”
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