markwildyr.com, Post #130
Okay, so Hawk’s gotten himself into another pickle… just as he had when he found Ramon out in the desert. But Luis Carlos Delgado y Ortiz is a different sort of guy. Educated… and not the typical wetback.
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INTERREGNUM, A Curt Huntinghawk
Story, Part 4
When Hawk entered his house
that evening, he was surprised to see Luis sitting on the couch watching
television. “What’s for dinner?” he asked, drawing a puzzled look from his
guest. “If you’re going to freeload, least you can do is help out.”
“You want me to prepare
your meals?” Luis demanded. “Are you loco?
I have never cooked anything in my life.”
“You know how to handle a
can opener, don’t you? Open us some tuna, fix something, dammit!”
“You hungry, you fix it!”
the boy flared.
“Come on,” Hawk said
turning back to the doorway. “It’s La
Migra or the desert, your
choice.”
“No!” the boy said. “All
right, I will fix your meal, cabron!”
“Fuck it,” Hawk said. “I’ll
fix my own. But carry your own weight, Luis. You’re one strange wetback, you
know that?”
The boy’s eyes smoldered.
“I am no wetback!”
“You’re over here
illegally, aren’t you?” Luis didn’t answer. “Then you’re a wetback. What’s your
story, anyway?”
“Story? Ah, my history?” He
shrugged eloquently. “I got born. I went to school. I sneak across the border
to look for work. That is all.”
“Bullshit! You’re no peon
looking for work. You ran away from home, didn't you?”
The eyes blazed again. “Why
is it your business?” As Hawk glared at him, the boy relented. “All right, that
is true. I go to university last year and meet some gringo students. They
tell how good it is at their school and show me pictures. My father would not
listen when I asked him to send me. He says I must stay in Mexico and become…” The
kid bit his lip. “We have a big fight. I leave the estancia one night and leave a note saying I am
going to America anyway. I have money with me, but only a small bag with extra
clothes. I find a man who takes people across the border.” Luis shrugged again.
“The rest you know.”
“So you’re some pampered patron’s
son who stuck his neck in it when he didn’t get his way.”
Luis’ face clouded. “Yes,
my father is a rancher…a big rancher. But I work hard for him and study hard at
school. I do not want to be a rancher. I want to doctor the animals not butcher
them…what you call it? A veterinarian. If I don’t leave, he will make me stay
on the ranch.”
“Let me guess. You lost
your money when you dropped your bag somewhere out on the desert.”
The kid flared again…he
was good at it. “I drop it when I help the woman carry the baby. She was about
to fall down…lag behind. The baby was more important than a bag.”
“You’re right about that,
at least. Well, let’s drive into town and get something to eat at a drive-in.”
“No!” Luis protested. “You
will take me to La Migra! It is a trick! You take me
there, and they rape me!”
“What’s this with you and
rape, kid? Curt Huntinghawk’s word is as good as Luis Carlos Delgado y Ortiz’s
any day of the week. Let’s go get something to eat. You like hamburgers?”
The boy brightened. “With
cheese, no? And fries. So that is your name, Curt Hunting…hawk?”
“You can call me Hawk.”
For the rest of the week
Hawk expected the boy to be gone when he came home from work, but Luis was
always there with some kind of meal prepared. The boy was right …he was no
cook. They ate poorly made sandwiches, but at least he tried. After a not so
subtle hint, Luis reluctantly picked up the house during Hawk’s absence, his
distaste so obvious that Hawk had trouble keeping from laughing. He knew
exactly what the boy was thinking…he was being turned into a house servant. Hawk
could almost hear his unexpressed words: “Me, Louis Carlos Delgado y Ortiz, a
fucking house servant!”
Coping with his
houseguest made life more interesting, but what got Hawk through his week was a
call from Grove. Painfully aware of Luis listening to his end of the
conversation, Hawk eagerly absorbed the news from the other end. Stabilized
further. Hopeful. Remission. All words of encouragement. Then…got a job. Helps
with the bills. Words of dismay. He wasn’t coming back right away. At the end,
they spoke of love and things that excited Hawk and filled him with an aching
loneliness. Finally, the conversation ended.
Luis eyed him
speculatively. “Your girlfriend? Where is she?”
Hawk stared at the
instrument in his hand. “Back east. Mother’s sick.”
The boy laughed. “Your
face stopped being so sour. It lit up and got…more handsome. Guapo. You married to her?”
Hawk drilled him with a
stare. “No, not married.” Luis faltered, his eyes dropping away. Hawk realized
that he was still half-erect, and that the boy had seen. The youth was nervous
the rest of the evening.
Hawk came suddenly awake
in the middle of the night. Footsteps! Maybe Luis had decided to leave. So be
it. Hawk tensed when the door to his bedroom opened. Luis appeared at the side
of the bed, peering intently through the darkness.
“What do you want?” Hawk
growled.
The boy jumped in
surprise. “You…you were calling out, saying things. I thought maybe something
was wrong.” Hawk put his hands behind his head and gazed up at the boy,
conscious that a patch of moonlight illuminated the bed while leaving Luis in
deep shadow. “You dream about your girl, no? That call?”
“Yeah, maybe I was
dreaming about that call.”
“Hawk…uh … I do not want
you to rape me, but I can…help you, no?”
“Help me how, Chico?”
“What did you call me? That’s…that’s
what my mama calls me. Chico.” The boy’s voice dried up, and Hawk realized with
a start that he was lonely.
“Help me how?” Hawk
repeated.
“I don’t know. Get relief
maybe? But I don’t want to get raped.”
“And how would you give
me relief if I don’t fuck you?” Hawk asked crudely. “You’ll suck my cock?”
The boy almost recoiled
physically. “No! I just thought maybe, you know,” he lifted his hand. “Like
that.”
Vulnerable, Hawk swept
back the covers, revealing his nakedness.
“¡Dios!” the boy
exclaimed. “You are so big!” Hesitantly, the boy placed a hand on Hawk’s chest.
“Your heart is beating so hard.” The touch became a caress. The hand moved down
his torso, paused a moment in the pubic hair, then grasped him. Luis fell to
his knees beside the bed and slowly began a stroking motion.
Luis gasped as Hawk’s
hand slid over the edge of the bed and groped him, coming alive at the touch.
Hawk drew in his breath
sharply and came. Shuddering through his climax, scissoring his legs against
the clean sheet, he waited for the dirty, smarmy feeling to engulf him.
Relieved that it did not,
he drew the boy out of his shorts and stroked him slowly. Luis refused to get
up on the bed but submitted to Hawk’s steady kneading. At length, the boy cried
aloud and fell forward, his forehead coming to rest on one of Hawk’s chest. Recovering,
the boy stood awkwardly and backed out of the room without a word. Hawk spent a
few minutes thinking about what had happened and how he felt about it before
falling to sleep.
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Okay, temptation
reared its head, and despite Grove, Curt succumbed to it. Or perhaps it was because
of Grove. Did his partner’s phone call set Hawk up to fall? And somehow
getting it on with Luis doesn’t have the same feel as it did with Ramon. What
will happen next?
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