Here's an exchange I like, from Chapter 92:
“Know something?” he leaned over, flicked the end of the cigar neatly in the ashtray, making a small grunt as he stretched too far, then handed the cigar back to Ennis, who looked down at it for a long moment before taking another draw on it.
“Whut?”
“Yer gettin a lot more relaxed talkin about this.”
“Maybe that’s cause we do it so damn much.”
Ellery grinned. “That ain’t it.”
“What is it then?”
“Another one a my theories.”
“If I close my eyes will ya tell it ta me?”
“Sure.”
Ennis handed the cigar back to Ellery and closed his eyes, reaching out a hand and caressing his thigh gently with his fingertips.
“Queer men come in varieties, Ennis, an the best partners are made up a varieties that are compatible.”
“Yeah, what variety are we?” he asked, peeking out from under blond lashes briefly before closing his eyes once more.
“Yer shy in public but under that is a sexual dominant. Mostly. Maybe you got some submissive parts in you we ain’t seen yet but you like the control a bein the top. An the best kind a variety ta go with that is a submissive. An I about have my fill a yellin an screamin an bitchin at work that ain’t got no dominatin left in me when I get home, which is why I like ta submit.”
Ennis opened his eyes, gazing at him. “When I first met you I thought you were such a cocky son of a bitch. Really turned me off. I thought… if he is queer I bet he loves ta get a man on his knees.”
“You thought that? Sittin in Bill’s kitchen eatin them runny eggs? You hardly looked at me atall.”
“That’s why. I thought you was a cocky son of a bitch.”
“Well you got that right, but I hate doin that in bed. That’s yer department, Mr. Please an Thank you.”
“Thank you.”
“But I knew you were dominant, even sittin there eatin them eggs.”
Ennis stopped stroking that white thigh, seeing that Ellery was slowly softening, relaxing. He must be in a lot of pain to not want sex now, he thought suddenly. “How’d you know that?”
“I was askin ya stuff you didn’t want ta tell me. An as soon as you got to the limit you just cut right off an said ‘Ain’t that long ago if you don’t mind,’ an I heard that growl in ya. It went right into my guts. I like a man with growl.”
“Shit Ellery, you want ta make me hard again?”
“Is it possible? You are sure havin one serious reaction ta movin down here. Just like back when I was a teenager. Wall ta wall fuckin.”
Ennis blushed, embarrassed, and he wondered if that was all it was.
“So what do ya think a my theory?” Ellery asked, handing him back the cigar.
“I dunno. Let me think about it,” and took the cigar, taking a long draw, feeling himself relax once more.
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Topic: Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll (Read 3166318 times)