markwildyr.com, Post #132
Are things getting out of hand? Is Hawk getting in too deep? Will Grove return, and will the two of them be okay if he does? All questions will be answered below.
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INTERREGNUM, A Curt Huntinghawk
Story, Finalé
As a defensive measure,
Hawk found a chore Saturday afternoon to take him away from the house. When he
returned he knew immediately that something had happened. The boy looked
sullen, almost angry.
“You have a call on the
answering machine,” Luis said bitterly. Hawk understood immediately. “Your girlfriend.”
Luis spat, stalking from the room.
Hawk listened to the
recoding with a mounting sense of dismay as Grove’s beautiful voice gave him a
progress report. Mother still stabilized. Looking better. See the light at the
end of the tunnel. Then the declarations of love, the description of intimacies.
The boy had heard it all.
Luis did not answer his
knock, so Hawk entered the room without an invitation. The boy lay on his side
facing the wall. “Sorry you heard that,” Hawk said softly in his deep voice,
“but now you know.”
“Your girlfriend is a
man,” came a muffled voice.
“Yes, he is. And a hell of
a man.”
“You…you are a maricon…a
queer?”
“I suppose,” Hawk agreed,
“although there are a lot of women who would disagree with you.”
The boy turned to face
him. “I knew it. You like the girls, too?”
“Until I met Grove. I
love him, Luis.”
“But you still betrayed
him with me.”
“No, I didn’t. I told you
there were limits to what I could do. That was my agreement with Grove. We knew
we couldn’t do without indefinitely, and we didn’t know when he could come
back. So we set the rules.”
“You…you have a picture
of him? The picture over the fireplace!” he said in sudden comprehension. “¡Aieee!
He is handsome. As handsome as you. Was he the first time with a man for you?”
“No.” Hawk sat on the side
of the bed and explained about Ramon and Wolverine and Grove.
“And now me,” the boy
finished for him. “I love you, Hawk.”
“And I’m fond of you,
Luis Carlos Delgado y Ortiz. If I’d met you first, I’d probably have fallen in
love with you. But I didn’t, and Grove holds my heart.”
“And this Grove, you do
everything for him?” Hawk nodded. “And does he do it for you?” Hawk nodded
again. "And it is good with him?”
Hawk closed his eyes for
a moment. “Yes. Very good. He opened his eyes and looked at the fetching youth.
“This is getting too intense. Tomorrow I’ll drive you back to the border and
escort you across, so you won’t be caught by INS.”
“Not yet!” Luis begged.
“You can’t hide out in my
house indefinitely. You have to leave sometime. This way you won’t have a
record, and maybe you can come back legally.”
“I understand that, mi amor,”
Luis said, looking as if the words of endearment surprised him as much as Hawk.
“I mean, I know I have to go, but I need to make plans. Give me one more week,
no?”
In the end, Hawk agreed. That
night Luis came to his bed. The boy crawled naked beneath the sheet and draped
himself across the Indian.
“Do not be mad at me,
Hawk,” Luis begged. “Let me give my love while I can.” Without waiting for a reply,
the teen placed his mouth on Hawks and kissed him deeply… desperately. He
permitted Luis his way.
Later, Hawk woke when the
boy fingered him. When he was rampant, Luis dsy up and peered through the darkness.
“Do it to me, Hawk. Please!
Let me feel what it’s like from someone I love!” The boy trembled with
anticipation.
Hawk rolled them over and
kissed the boy deeply. Then he excited the slim body with his mouth, touching,
sucking, tasting everything. Finally, when Luis said he couldn’t stand it any
longer, he parted the boy’s legs and began a slow insertion, talking and cooing
Luis through the initial pain, pausing only when he was all the way in. He
rested, caressing the boy’s face and wiped beads of perspiration from his
smooth, young brow.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Luis loosed a smile and
locked his legs around Hawk’s waist.
Hawk moved slowly and
gently at first, gradually increasing the intensity and velocity of his
thrusts.
Luis cried his amazement
and bucked against him enthusiastically. Far too early, the boy cried out in
the throes of an orgasm. Hawk almost lost it, but by force of will, he
continued to pump his hips, helping the boy through his orgasm. And then, he
achieved his own.
“Oh, Hawk!” Luis cried. “That
was incredible! I love you, mi amor! You do it so good! I didn’t know it
could be like that. I didn’t know. I… didn’t… know.”
One night, Hawk came home
from the Blue Mesa to find Luis gone. The boy’s spare clothes were still there,
so he hadn’t run off. Thirty minutes later, the illegal appeared, looking
sheepish. He’d gotten cabin fever and sneaked out to meet a few kids his own
age. Hawk didn’t lecture his young friend, but he explained that if Luis were
caught, there was nothing he could do to help.
As the weekend
approached, Luis became morose. Hawk understood. Friday night, they made intense
love, the boy giving it everything he had.
The boy grew jubilant
when Hawk’s boss asked him to work Saturday because of a rumored drug run from Flora Tulipán. Hawk knew that meant they would drive to El Paso on Sunday
rather than Saturday, but he held his tongue.
The rumored drug run
turned out to be just that…a rumor. Nonetheless, Hawk was late getting home
because they’d stayed in place well into the evening. The house was dark and
silent. There was no sign of Luis. Hawk cursed silently, disappointed that his
warnings had gone unheeded. The boy’s clothing was still in the bedroom, so
he’d show up. But he did not. Around midnight, Hawk drove around town vainly
looking for the boy.
Sunday came and went
without any sign of Luis. Sunday night, Hawk accepted the obvious. Luis had
been caught. The Indian was surprised at the depth of his depression. The kid
had gotten under his skin. Monday morning on the way to work, Hawk drove by the
INS confinement quarters. There in a corner, hugging the fence and staring out
at freedom, stood a forlorn Luis. Hawk parked briefly at the curb about ten
feet away. It was a mistake. The despair filling the boy’s big eyes tore at his
heart. With a barely raised hand, Luis acknowledged everything. He hadn’t
listened. He’d made a mistake. He was sorry. He knew he was on his own. He
loved Hawk. The Indian nodded imperceptibly, threw the truck in gear, and pulled
away.
He was a bear that day. His
usual unruffled calm slipped to the point that he spoke sharply to Robert once
while they were on the trail of a mule. Hawk finally acknowledged that he had
suffered a loss. It would have been different had he been able to deliver Luis
safely back to his own country. The boy would get home, but on INS terms. Hawk
wondered if he’d made the possibility of rape more frightening or more acceptable
to the handsome young man.
That night when the phone
rang, he snatched it up, half hoping it was Luis; knowing it would not be.
“Hello, Hawk!” came the
beloved voice of Grove Whitedeer. “How’d you like a roommate?”
Hawk’s heart soared. Luis
was a part of the past now, made that by circumstances and the boy’s careless
actions. Hawk’s present, his future, was speaking now, excitedly making plans
to return.
‘I’ll have to room with
you from now on,” Grove said. “Gotta send a good part of my paycheck back here
for mom’s care. Don’t know how long it’ll go on, but as long as it does, I’m
gonna have to mooch off you. I’ll carry what load I can. Probably have to get a
second job, but—”
“Shut up, Grove! Stop
talking about mooching, and start talking about sharing. What I have is yours
so long as you get your skinny butt back here. I still remember it from the day
you left.”
“God, it’ll be good to
get back! But you were right. I had to come. It’s been better between me and my
family. Thanks for understanding.”
“Well, I’m gonna have to
ask for some of yours,” Hawk said.
“Oh, shit! What was he, a
wetback? Did…did you…”
“No, I kept our agreement,
but I let him worm his way into my life more than I expected."
“He still there?”
“No, got himself caught. He’s
gone, but you had to know. Uh…”
“I’m gonna shock the shit
outa you, Hawk. But there hasn’t been anybody. I’ve stored up a load for you,
and I’ll have you crying for mercy within twenty-four hours!”
“Don’t pick up a pail you
can’t carry,” Hawk said with a broad smile.
“I’ll carry it, but I hope
you can.”
“God, I love you, Grove!”
“I love you, too, Hawk. And
I’ll prove it in a week!”
A week! A whole damned
week! Maybe he could survive until then… just barely, he decided.
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A little
long, but I hope you waded through it. It seems things came out okay in the
end. We’ll take a rest from Hawk and Grove, but one day, maybe we’ll see what
comes next.
I will
now revert to my usual schedule of posting on the first and third Thursday of each
month. And before you ask… I have no idea of what comes next.
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information is provided below in case anyone wants to drop me a line:
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Until next time.
Mark
New posts at 6:00 a.m. every first and third
Thursday of the month.
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