Hot Valley by Lear James

Author:Lear, James [Lear, James]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: Itzy, Kickass.to
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2007-04-16T04:00:00+00:00

I could not puzzle out the meaning of these words, but some of them—weapons, ammunition, regiment, raid—were clear enough. Sam’s hand was on the doorknob again, rattling it more insistently. I buried the diary at the bottom of the valise, thrust it quickly under the bed, and pulled my pants down.

“Couldn’t you wait? Jesus, there’s no privacy in this goddam hotel,” I said as I let Sam into the room. “Sorry about the smell.” He held a handkerchief over his nose. “What do you want, then?” It was easy to sound cross.

Sam said nothing, but darted around the room, looking for something. His eyes glanced down at the bed, then up at me, down at the bed again.

“If you think I’ve got Bennett Young hidden away in here for a quick fuck, you’re very much mistaken.” I put on my most pompous voice. “He’s out visiting investors.”

“I know that.”

“Are you in the habit of coming uninvited into guests’ rooms, Sam?”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, sir.” He was squirming. I still had my pants around my ankles, and it occurred to me that I might try one of Young’s tactics, and fuck the boy into silence. My dick was as big as Young’s, it could go all the places his could go, and I knew how much Sam loved it, however much he disliked the person to whom it was attached.

“Shall I empty your pot for you, sir?” He looked around the room, trying to find the evidence of my malaise.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Sam, leave a fellow in peace.”

“It’s no trouble.” He darted over to the bed, and looked underneath it. I raced around to the other side, grabbed the pot, and flung a cloth over it.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Sam got to his feet and brushed down his trousers; he had obviously satisfied himself that the valise was still there, apparently undisturbed.

“It’s no trouble.”

“No, really, I—Oh, Christ.” I managed, through sheer willpower, to squeeze out a fart; not much of a fart, certainly not compared to the competitive pant-rippers that I’d heard around the campfire at Harmony, but enough to convince Sam that I was about to increase the yield in the pot. He backed out of the room with his handkerchief over his face. It had not been necessary to fuck him after all. One fart and he’d flown.

I could not push my luck, though, and I knew that if I stayed any longer in the room, Sam’s suspicions would be aroused. I dared not look at the diary again—but I had seen enough to know that my stay in St. Albans was about to come to an abrupt, and perhaps bloody, end. I dressed, grabbed a file of letters that happened, luckily, to be lying on the table, and locked the door behind me.

Sam was back at the desk, glowering at me.

“All done,” I said, brandishing the file at him.

“The key.”

“Here you go.” I tossed it in a high arc; he missed it and was obliged to grovel on the floor as I walked out, whistling “John Brown’s Body.

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