The first of many massages Colson gives to Ellery:
Right here, Deputy, now roll over,” he ordered, but playfully, sounding pretend-fierce, and knelt next to the long, fragile body as Ellery moved to roll onto his stomach, Colson putting a supporting hand on his shoulder to help him flatten out, then he straddled his narrow hips and picked up the “massage” oil which looked to Colson like some sort of high grade salad oil, but certainly didn’t smell like it. It had a slightly fruity odor, scented in some mysterious way, and he poured a little puddle of it in his palm, then rubbed his hands together till they were warm, then set them on either side of Ellery’s back, rubbing his hands slowly up toward his shoulder blades, pressing gently but firmly, and back down again until he got to the dimples at the bottom of his spine and spread his fingers out, gripping his hipbones and sliding his hands firmly over the muscles of his ass, pressing down more firmly against the denser, fuller flesh. His lover’s body, now still, though long-boned, seemed fragile and delicate to his hard hands with their powerful muscles and thicker bones.
Ellery let out a long, contented sigh. “Man, this is better than that ten dollar an hour massage parlor up on Center Street. Yer cuter than them girls, too.”
Topic: Was: Laramie Tales: New Working Title: Tales of Greenlea County (ARCHIVE) (Read 546915 times)