Interregnum, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Finalé

 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

 Hawk backed off a little the next morning; he understood last night had been different for Luis. He was getting in too deep with this handsome teenager. Unable to get out and mix with his peers, the boy was attaching himself too closely. Hawk recognized their relationship could not be sustained unless he could give himself over to the boy unreservedly. And he could not. He hoped, prayed…knew that Grove would return, and Grove held Hawk’s heart in his hand. Even so, his feelings for the boy were growing to the point that he was beginning to feel a sense of betrayal. His and Grove’s agreement was for relieving stress, not developing an intense new relationship.

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.”

 

 Hawk wasn’t certain he would live through the week. Luis looked down his patrician nose and claimed his body every night. Hawk started going to the Mesa with some of the guys so that the kid wouldn’t try to slip in a matinee performance. He could have put a stop to it at any time, but he didn’t. He understood that the boy was in love… probably for the first time in his life. He knew that Luis recognized it was a doomed affair but hungered for what he could get in the short time they had.

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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Interregnum, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part 4

 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.

 As an aside to readers, I understand the term “wetback” is offensive to some. I seriously considered purging the word from the Huntinghawk stories but came to the conclusion that the language of the border at the time the events took place was more important than being politically correct. So with apologies, the term remains.

 At any rate, Luis is a different breed of cat. You will recall that last week, after a gun battle with drug runners during which his new working partner Robert was wounded, Hawk found some immigrants on the desert on their last legs and provided aid before calling in La Migra. One of them, however, eluded capture until Hawk found him at Dragon’s Back and took him home. He fully expected Luis to be gone when he came home after work. So what happened?

 

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INTERREGNUM, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part 4

 Robert hadn’t been released from the clinic yet, so Amadeo assigned Hawk another partner, a kid they called Cooch, a stolid local tribesman who did his job and minded his own business. The kid did what he was told with grunts when he could avoid a more verbal response. Fortunately, the day was relatively uneventful, two mules who didn’t put up a fight and six illegals. The Rezes accounted for most of the wetbacks in this district even though illegals weren’t their responsibility.

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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Email: markwildyr@aol.com

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cut-Hand-Mark-Wildyr-ebook/dp/B073D86RWV

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 And now my mantra: Keep on reading. Keep on writing. You have something to say, so say it!

 Until next time.

 

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