Jack looked at his friend through wet eyes and saw that in spite of Ennis’s bewilderment, he was responding. A bittersweet smile crossed his face and he said, “Just do it, you stubborn son of a bitch.”
Ennis climbed up on the bed and complied, doing it in a way that was both forceful and tender all at once. Jack’s eyes never dried, and several times he said, “I’m queer for you, Ennis Del Mar.”
When it was over Ennis collapsed on top of Jack and laid there for a minute, but then he rolled over on the other side of the bed and faced the wall.
When Jack saw that the man’s body was shaking he said, “You okay, Ennis?”
Ennis said something that sounded like, “I am, too.” But before Jack could ask him to repeat it, he got up, zipped his fly, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
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This is sheer perfection. So sad and such longing. Both of them, fighting the animal urge, and their own minds, along with each other.. janice