| noblesentiments ( @ 2007-07-24 21:32:00 |
Night Moves by Courtney Gray (with vague spoilers)
I’ve never been much attracted to stories which feature Doyle or Bodie as ‘prostitute’ – they seem to stretch my imagination just a bit too far - but Courtney Gray’s own particular treatment of this theme makes Night Moves an exception to the rule and it‘s a story I love and can return to again and again. In her capable hands the scenario of Bodie as a kind of hard-bitten ‘high paid whore’ coerced into tutoring Doyle on the technicalities of male sex for a Ci5 operation is completely plausible; while Doyle’s (initial) reluctance but willingness to act as the necessary ‘hook' for the task, borders on the heroic:
Doyle fanned the pages in his hands, not really reading. "What do you want me...." His voice faltered as he met Cowley's gaze.
"I want to set you up with a hustler, one that Coogan knows...............Cowley drew off his glasses and tapped them against the blotter. "That way we'll have the information we need to topple his organisation from the inside out."
Doyle sagged a little in his chair and brushed long fingers through his curls. He seemed to be considering everything that Cowley had left unspoken. "I've never done a cover like that, even with the Special Unit at the Yard," he said softly.
Did I say reluctance?
"I like the taste of you," Doyle told him much later, the first words spoken between them that morning. "I didn't think I would, but I do."
Bodie just blinked at him, his body light as air.
"I want us to spend the day in bed. I want to feel what it's like to put my cock inside you. I want you to fuck me again. No poppers, no drugs this time. I want to do it every way there is."
Bodie was too stunned to speak. When he found his voice, he said the first thing he could think of. "I--I've appointments today."
"Cancel them." Big green eyes held him, still shining with sexual heat.
And then there are the lines where you almost forget to breathe:
To feel that someone has become an essential part of you was an exquisite kind of addiction. Bodie was hooked.
"Could you live without me?" he asked Doyle, no flippancy in the question.
The answer came immediately, hushed and sincere. "I could exist."
NB: There is an alternate ending to this story which is called Kink and both are available at all good high street booksellers, failing that, The Circuit Archive:
http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/ar chive/1/nightmoves.html
http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/ar chive/1/kink.html
I’ve never been much attracted to stories which feature Doyle or Bodie as ‘prostitute’ – they seem to stretch my imagination just a bit too far - but Courtney Gray’s own particular treatment of this theme makes Night Moves an exception to the rule and it‘s a story I love and can return to again and again. In her capable hands the scenario of Bodie as a kind of hard-bitten ‘high paid whore’ coerced into tutoring Doyle on the technicalities of male sex for a Ci5 operation is completely plausible; while Doyle’s (initial) reluctance but willingness to act as the necessary ‘hook' for the task, borders on the heroic:
Doyle fanned the pages in his hands, not really reading. "What do you want me...." His voice faltered as he met Cowley's gaze.
"I want to set you up with a hustler, one that Coogan knows...............Cowley drew off his glasses and tapped them against the blotter. "That way we'll have the information we need to topple his organisation from the inside out."
Doyle sagged a little in his chair and brushed long fingers through his curls. He seemed to be considering everything that Cowley had left unspoken. "I've never done a cover like that, even with the Special Unit at the Yard," he said softly.
Did I say reluctance?
"I like the taste of you," Doyle told him much later, the first words spoken between them that morning. "I didn't think I would, but I do."
Bodie just blinked at him, his body light as air.
"I want us to spend the day in bed. I want to feel what it's like to put my cock inside you. I want you to fuck me again. No poppers, no drugs this time. I want to do it every way there is."
Bodie was too stunned to speak. When he found his voice, he said the first thing he could think of. "I--I've appointments today."
"Cancel them." Big green eyes held him, still shining with sexual heat.
And then there are the lines where you almost forget to breathe:
To feel that someone has become an essential part of you was an exquisite kind of addiction. Bodie was hooked.
"Could you live without me?" he asked Doyle, no flippancy in the question.
The answer came immediately, hushed and sincere. "I could exist."
NB: There is an alternate ending to this story which is called Kink and both are available at all good high street booksellers, failing that, The Circuit Archive:
http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/ar
http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/ar