The Power of Love Chapter 5
Ok, guys - here's the fifth Chapter of Power of Love - finally heating up! ;D
Title: The Power of Love
Chapter: Chapter 5 (Lonely Nights)
Genre: This chapter's a little fluffy and a little AU too
Pairing: Ennis/Jack, slight Ennis/Alma for this chapter
Rating: Maybe an R for this one but maybe just under.
Warnings: Hints of het and m/m sex, non graphic sexual situations
Summary: Ennis and Jack find themselves between the line of pleasure and confusion
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters - they are the creation of Annie Proulx. The story of Brokeback Mountain is hers too - I’m just giving my version of it for no profit, just for fun and curiosity! J I don’t mean any disrespect at all ^^
Author’s Note: I’m adding parts, taking away parts, expanding parts, exaggerating parts and just plain making up some parts in this. I love the original Brokeback Mountain story so I’m not doing this to make it any better - I just wanted to do a multi chapter Jack/Ennis story and have some fun with them (again!)!
Feedback: That’d be fantastic!
After a long night’s sleep, Ennis felt a little better. His memories of the day before had faded a bit with the whiskey he had drank and he realised that he was being silly fretting about what he’d witnessed Jack do by the river. He did that to himself and just because he’d never seen another man do it, it didn’t mean he had to be worrying and feeling uncomfortable over it. He was just being stupid ignoring Jack like he had the night before and he felt ashamed of that instead now.
When he came down for breakfast that morning, he found he could look straight at him again without feeling embarrassed and he was relieved because of that. With that thought resting calmingly in his mind, the day slipped away quickly and it seemed as soon as he had started working in the fields, the evening came around and he was back at camp. Jack arrived close behind him and they sat together around the fire, light still in the sky.
They talked for a while and gradually, the friendly sense of a couple of days before came back. Jack did most of the chatting, as normal, and after a while, he proudly flicked at his belt buckle, displaying his rodeo history. Ennis sighed, knowing what was coming.
‘’ Ah don’t rodeo much mahself...’’ he said for what seemed like the tenth time that summer. ‘’ Ah mean, wha’s the point in ridin’ some piece a’ stock for eight seconds?’’
Jack shook his head. ‘’ Money’s a good point,’’ he replied simply and Ennis shrugged. Jack laughed at what he classed as misunderstanding and leant back against a rock.
‘’ Well, mah old man was a bull rider...Was purdy famous back in his days but he kept his secrets ta himself. Never taught me a thing, never once came ta see me ride...’’ He took a sip of whiskey then glanced up at Ennis. ‘’ Your brother and sister do right bah you?’’
‘’ Well...y’know, they did the best they could after mah folks was gone, considerin’ they didn’t leave us nuthin’ but $24 dollars in a coffee can. Ah got me a year a’ High School...Then mah sister left an’ married a roughneck, moved ta Casper...Me an’ mah brother went an’ got ourselves a job at a ranch near Worland ‘til ah was 19 then he got married an’...No more room fer me. An’ that’s how ah end up here...’’
Ennis finally paused and looked down, feeling Jack’s gaze burn into him. Glancing up, he saw there was a slight pouting smile on his lips, playful and teasing.
‘’ What?’’ he asked and Jack smirked further.
‘’ Tha’s the most you spoke in the last two weeks....’’
Ennis smiled back, his eyes glinting. ‘’ Hell, tha’s the most ah spoke in a year...’’ he grinned.
Jack laughed and after a few moments, they both descended again into silence. A while later, another conversation about rodeos broke open (this didn’t surprise Ennis that much - Jack loved to boast about his past) and after Ennis slyly insulted rodeo cowboys from his daddy’s point of view, Jack leapt into an impromptu, energetic re-enactment of his previous times on wild bucking broncos, jumping and leaping about the campsite. Ennis smiled and laughed as he did this and consequently mentioned he thought his daddy was right when Jack tumbled over their gear, landing in a heap upon the ground. Jack giggled.
***
A couple of nights later, Ennis was lying asleep in the tent, the covers over him and his clothes scattered about the shelter. The temperature was quite high that evening and knowing he’d be tossing and turning if he didn’t, he decided to sleep naked for once, feeling a little less shy. After all, no one was going to intrude - there wasn’t anyone to intrude.
Gently, Ennis turned and groaned slightly, lost in his dreams. To begin with, he was sitting on his bed back home and Alma was beside him, her eyes closed and dark, long lashes stroking her beautiful milky skin. He brushed a hand over her cheek and she smiled in her light sleep, her red lips parting. Softly at first he began to kiss her and then moved on top. They had never done anything like this in reality before - had only kissed once before when he had asked her to marry him - so it was exciting and daring in his visions.
She was so pretty as they made love in his dreams, her mousy hair fanned out over the pillow and breath coming out in dancing patterns. He leant down to her after a few moments and nuzzled her neck, kissing it over and over again and then pushed back up to look down at her attractive face. Except it wasn’t her anymore. Now it was Jack and they were increasing the pace furiously, arms and legs tangled in a passionate embrace. Their names slipped from each other’s mouths and the bed squeaked in protest beneath them. They were already getting undeniably close. But, being a dream, it didn’t shock Ennis at all at the time. The pleasure felt all too real and he didn’t want it to end, though he could see Jack’s mouth slipping open and eyes rolling back, immersed in absolute bliss.
But then, suddenly, as the delight built to an ultimate high, Ennis woke up, thrusting and bucking his hips wildly. ‘’ Oh-oh-oh!’’ he cried into the darkness of the tent. ‘’ Jack, Jack, ahhh!’’ And he spilled hard and fast over the bed sheets, gasping and panting for breath. Exhausted, he then collapsed back onto the bedroll, completely overwhelmed by his passionate dream. He didn’t know to what to think of it at all. That had been Jack after all and...Jack was another man. It was all very well thinking about Alma like that, because she was a girl - not least one he was just about to get married to - but Jack?
Ennis didn’t know at all.
He couldn’t have stopped that dream yet he wondered why on earth he had envisaged those types of things. Truth it, he had no idea and it was way too late to comprehend it, especially with work so early tomorrow. He decided just to go to sleep and try and forget about it all, knowing that in the past few days he had done too much worrying for a cowboy up on a mountain attempting to earn some money.
However, in the end, he didn’t get one minute of sleep.
***
Meanwhile, up with the sheep in the pup tent, Jack undressed, too feeling the warmth of the air around him. The animals were fine and he had decided that, upon being extremely tired, he was going to get some well needed rest. If Aguirre wanted him to work in the day, he was going to have to let him have at least some sleep.
So, gently, he sighed and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off and pulling the undershirt beneath over his head. The cool breeze drifting through the open canvas covering of the foul smelling shelter immediately slid onto his skin and he shivered momentarily, reaching to draw it closed a little more. The tent was abruptly plunged into a deeper darkness, with only the light of the moon piercing through the thin material and he smiled at its closeness, feeling alone but safe. Shutting his eyes, he laid back down on the bedroll and fiddled with his belt, throwing it into the corner onto the growing pile of clothes.
He had to lift his hips a little to slide his jeans off but then he was completely naked, having not worn any underwear that day. Softly, he let his head loll back onto the pillow and exhaled again, trailing his fingers down his stomach. It had been quite an uneventful day that day, with sheep, beans, more sheep and more beans. That seemed to be the only thing that filled his hours now, apart from Ennis. He liked Ennis, but sometimes, he could be a bit quiet and shy. He seemed very closed up to the world and before a few days ago, hardly ever talked, unless he was asked to. Jack didn’t really know what to make of that yet he was certainly grateful of the company. Coming back to Brokeback evoked many memories, some good, some bad.
Gently, Jack let his fingers trace down lower and he moaned softly, setting a slow pace on himself. Thoughts about his last summer continued to drift into his mind and he tried to stop them but he just couldn’t, as always when he got onto that subject. He remembered his first time, and the way he’d experienced so much and his breathing began to get a little heavier, his legs spreading wide.
‘’ Ahh...’’ he muttered and he got faster, his brain bubbling with images of the past. He attempting thinking of something that would make it even more pleasurable - all those pretty girls who came to watch him rodeo - and he gasped, realising this was going so quickly. Erotic, sensual pictures filled his mind and his mouth fell open, heart thumping in his chest.
‘’ Ohhh...’’ Another groan spilt from his lips as the first true jolt of pleasure came, making him buck his hips. He squirmed a little and suddenly, something changed in his brain. Instead of thinking of what had happened the year before on the mountain, it was now this year in his thoughts. Surprised, he realised he was fantasizing about Ennis and although he tried to stop himself, he was too far into all this pleasure and delight to be able to succeed.
He imagined Ennis waiting for him, naked in the main tent, the painfully shy cowboy finally revealed. He opened his legs right up and then glanced up at him with heavily lidded, yearning eyes, pleading for them to make love. Jack moaned as he thought about him and Ennis embracing and kissing in the tent, his pace increasing quite considerably.
‘’ Uhaaahhh...’’ he uttered dizzily, lifting his hips and thrusting. He fantasized about Ennis calling out his name when he entered him and crazy with ecstasy, he began to leak over his stomach and fingers. This made his hand move smoother and quicker, appreciative sounds escaping from his mouth. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer so his thoughts got even raunchier, imagining Ennis bucking and begging underneath him. The image was so, so exciting to him at that moment.
‘’ Ohohohoh!’’ he called into the darkness of the tent, realising no one would hear out here. His hips rose and thrust furiously and by then, he was trembling all over. So, so close.... ‘’ Oh-oh, Ennis, Ennis!’’ he cried. ‘’ Ah! Ah! Ennis!!’’
And screaming his companion’s name, he came over his hand, stomach and sheets, surprised at the force of his climax. He’d never had one quite like that before and he didn’t really know what to feel about that prospect. Half of him felt completely exhausted and euphoric, dizzy with pleasure and maybe pride, and wanted nothing better than to collapse back onto the bedroll, pull the covers over him and go to sleep with warm, comforting thoughts in his head. Yet the other part of him didn’t know to what to feel at all. He was confused and dazed and couldn’t help wondering why Ennis had just somehow crept into his fantasies. He had thought of some bizarre images when he was totally immersed in delight (probably because he was completely wrapped up in the moment and couldn’t see straight) yet thinking about Ennis that way seemed...different.
Discomforting ideas filled his head and trembling from both the aftermath of the high and the unease, he drew the sheets over his body and laid down beneath them, staring into the darkness. Outside, the sheep kept bleating and for a long while, he tossed and turned, becoming aware of something he was not sure of. But then, as the night went on and the moon shone through onto his pillow through the gap in the tent canvas, his eyes drifted shut and eventually, he fell into a gentler world of dreams.
TBC
Title: The Power of Love
Chapter: Chapter 5 (Lonely Nights)
Genre: This chapter's a little fluffy and a little AU too
Pairing: Ennis/Jack, slight Ennis/Alma for this chapter
Rating: Maybe an R for this one but maybe just under.
Warnings: Hints of het and m/m sex, non graphic sexual situations
Summary: Ennis and Jack find themselves between the line of pleasure and confusion
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters - they are the creation of Annie Proulx. The story of Brokeback Mountain is hers too - I’m just giving my version of it for no profit, just for fun and curiosity! J I don’t mean any disrespect at all ^^
Author’s Note: I’m adding parts, taking away parts, expanding parts, exaggerating parts and just plain making up some parts in this. I love the original Brokeback Mountain story so I’m not doing this to make it any better - I just wanted to do a multi chapter Jack/Ennis story and have some fun with them (again!)!
Feedback: That’d be fantastic!
After a long night’s sleep, Ennis felt a little better. His memories of the day before had faded a bit with the whiskey he had drank and he realised that he was being silly fretting about what he’d witnessed Jack do by the river. He did that to himself and just because he’d never seen another man do it, it didn’t mean he had to be worrying and feeling uncomfortable over it. He was just being stupid ignoring Jack like he had the night before and he felt ashamed of that instead now.
When he came down for breakfast that morning, he found he could look straight at him again without feeling embarrassed and he was relieved because of that. With that thought resting calmingly in his mind, the day slipped away quickly and it seemed as soon as he had started working in the fields, the evening came around and he was back at camp. Jack arrived close behind him and they sat together around the fire, light still in the sky.
They talked for a while and gradually, the friendly sense of a couple of days before came back. Jack did most of the chatting, as normal, and after a while, he proudly flicked at his belt buckle, displaying his rodeo history. Ennis sighed, knowing what was coming.
‘’ Ah don’t rodeo much mahself...’’ he said for what seemed like the tenth time that summer. ‘’ Ah mean, wha’s the point in ridin’ some piece a’ stock for eight seconds?’’
Jack shook his head. ‘’ Money’s a good point,’’ he replied simply and Ennis shrugged. Jack laughed at what he classed as misunderstanding and leant back against a rock.
‘’ Well, mah old man was a bull rider...Was purdy famous back in his days but he kept his secrets ta himself. Never taught me a thing, never once came ta see me ride...’’ He took a sip of whiskey then glanced up at Ennis. ‘’ Your brother and sister do right bah you?’’
‘’ Well...y’know, they did the best they could after mah folks was gone, considerin’ they didn’t leave us nuthin’ but $24 dollars in a coffee can. Ah got me a year a’ High School...Then mah sister left an’ married a roughneck, moved ta Casper...Me an’ mah brother went an’ got ourselves a job at a ranch near Worland ‘til ah was 19 then he got married an’...No more room fer me. An’ that’s how ah end up here...’’
Ennis finally paused and looked down, feeling Jack’s gaze burn into him. Glancing up, he saw there was a slight pouting smile on his lips, playful and teasing.
‘’ What?’’ he asked and Jack smirked further.
‘’ Tha’s the most you spoke in the last two weeks....’’
Ennis smiled back, his eyes glinting. ‘’ Hell, tha’s the most ah spoke in a year...’’ he grinned.
Jack laughed and after a few moments, they both descended again into silence. A while later, another conversation about rodeos broke open (this didn’t surprise Ennis that much - Jack loved to boast about his past) and after Ennis slyly insulted rodeo cowboys from his daddy’s point of view, Jack leapt into an impromptu, energetic re-enactment of his previous times on wild bucking broncos, jumping and leaping about the campsite. Ennis smiled and laughed as he did this and consequently mentioned he thought his daddy was right when Jack tumbled over their gear, landing in a heap upon the ground. Jack giggled.
***
A couple of nights later, Ennis was lying asleep in the tent, the covers over him and his clothes scattered about the shelter. The temperature was quite high that evening and knowing he’d be tossing and turning if he didn’t, he decided to sleep naked for once, feeling a little less shy. After all, no one was going to intrude - there wasn’t anyone to intrude.
Gently, Ennis turned and groaned slightly, lost in his dreams. To begin with, he was sitting on his bed back home and Alma was beside him, her eyes closed and dark, long lashes stroking her beautiful milky skin. He brushed a hand over her cheek and she smiled in her light sleep, her red lips parting. Softly at first he began to kiss her and then moved on top. They had never done anything like this in reality before - had only kissed once before when he had asked her to marry him - so it was exciting and daring in his visions.
She was so pretty as they made love in his dreams, her mousy hair fanned out over the pillow and breath coming out in dancing patterns. He leant down to her after a few moments and nuzzled her neck, kissing it over and over again and then pushed back up to look down at her attractive face. Except it wasn’t her anymore. Now it was Jack and they were increasing the pace furiously, arms and legs tangled in a passionate embrace. Their names slipped from each other’s mouths and the bed squeaked in protest beneath them. They were already getting undeniably close. But, being a dream, it didn’t shock Ennis at all at the time. The pleasure felt all too real and he didn’t want it to end, though he could see Jack’s mouth slipping open and eyes rolling back, immersed in absolute bliss.
But then, suddenly, as the delight built to an ultimate high, Ennis woke up, thrusting and bucking his hips wildly. ‘’ Oh-oh-oh!’’ he cried into the darkness of the tent. ‘’ Jack, Jack, ahhh!’’ And he spilled hard and fast over the bed sheets, gasping and panting for breath. Exhausted, he then collapsed back onto the bedroll, completely overwhelmed by his passionate dream. He didn’t know to what to think of it at all. That had been Jack after all and...Jack was another man. It was all very well thinking about Alma like that, because she was a girl - not least one he was just about to get married to - but Jack?
Ennis didn’t know at all.
He couldn’t have stopped that dream yet he wondered why on earth he had envisaged those types of things. Truth it, he had no idea and it was way too late to comprehend it, especially with work so early tomorrow. He decided just to go to sleep and try and forget about it all, knowing that in the past few days he had done too much worrying for a cowboy up on a mountain attempting to earn some money.
However, in the end, he didn’t get one minute of sleep.
***
Meanwhile, up with the sheep in the pup tent, Jack undressed, too feeling the warmth of the air around him. The animals were fine and he had decided that, upon being extremely tired, he was going to get some well needed rest. If Aguirre wanted him to work in the day, he was going to have to let him have at least some sleep.
So, gently, he sighed and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off and pulling the undershirt beneath over his head. The cool breeze drifting through the open canvas covering of the foul smelling shelter immediately slid onto his skin and he shivered momentarily, reaching to draw it closed a little more. The tent was abruptly plunged into a deeper darkness, with only the light of the moon piercing through the thin material and he smiled at its closeness, feeling alone but safe. Shutting his eyes, he laid back down on the bedroll and fiddled with his belt, throwing it into the corner onto the growing pile of clothes.
He had to lift his hips a little to slide his jeans off but then he was completely naked, having not worn any underwear that day. Softly, he let his head loll back onto the pillow and exhaled again, trailing his fingers down his stomach. It had been quite an uneventful day that day, with sheep, beans, more sheep and more beans. That seemed to be the only thing that filled his hours now, apart from Ennis. He liked Ennis, but sometimes, he could be a bit quiet and shy. He seemed very closed up to the world and before a few days ago, hardly ever talked, unless he was asked to. Jack didn’t really know what to make of that yet he was certainly grateful of the company. Coming back to Brokeback evoked many memories, some good, some bad.
Gently, Jack let his fingers trace down lower and he moaned softly, setting a slow pace on himself. Thoughts about his last summer continued to drift into his mind and he tried to stop them but he just couldn’t, as always when he got onto that subject. He remembered his first time, and the way he’d experienced so much and his breathing began to get a little heavier, his legs spreading wide.
‘’ Ahh...’’ he muttered and he got faster, his brain bubbling with images of the past. He attempting thinking of something that would make it even more pleasurable - all those pretty girls who came to watch him rodeo - and he gasped, realising this was going so quickly. Erotic, sensual pictures filled his mind and his mouth fell open, heart thumping in his chest.
‘’ Ohhh...’’ Another groan spilt from his lips as the first true jolt of pleasure came, making him buck his hips. He squirmed a little and suddenly, something changed in his brain. Instead of thinking of what had happened the year before on the mountain, it was now this year in his thoughts. Surprised, he realised he was fantasizing about Ennis and although he tried to stop himself, he was too far into all this pleasure and delight to be able to succeed.
He imagined Ennis waiting for him, naked in the main tent, the painfully shy cowboy finally revealed. He opened his legs right up and then glanced up at him with heavily lidded, yearning eyes, pleading for them to make love. Jack moaned as he thought about him and Ennis embracing and kissing in the tent, his pace increasing quite considerably.
‘’ Uhaaahhh...’’ he uttered dizzily, lifting his hips and thrusting. He fantasized about Ennis calling out his name when he entered him and crazy with ecstasy, he began to leak over his stomach and fingers. This made his hand move smoother and quicker, appreciative sounds escaping from his mouth. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer so his thoughts got even raunchier, imagining Ennis bucking and begging underneath him. The image was so, so exciting to him at that moment.
‘’ Ohohohoh!’’ he called into the darkness of the tent, realising no one would hear out here. His hips rose and thrust furiously and by then, he was trembling all over. So, so close.... ‘’ Oh-oh, Ennis, Ennis!’’ he cried. ‘’ Ah! Ah! Ennis!!’’
And screaming his companion’s name, he came over his hand, stomach and sheets, surprised at the force of his climax. He’d never had one quite like that before and he didn’t really know what to feel about that prospect. Half of him felt completely exhausted and euphoric, dizzy with pleasure and maybe pride, and wanted nothing better than to collapse back onto the bedroll, pull the covers over him and go to sleep with warm, comforting thoughts in his head. Yet the other part of him didn’t know to what to feel at all. He was confused and dazed and couldn’t help wondering why Ennis had just somehow crept into his fantasies. He had thought of some bizarre images when he was totally immersed in delight (probably because he was completely wrapped up in the moment and couldn’t see straight) yet thinking about Ennis that way seemed...different.
Discomforting ideas filled his head and trembling from both the aftermath of the high and the unease, he drew the sheets over his body and laid down beneath them, staring into the darkness. Outside, the sheep kept bleating and for a long while, he tossed and turned, becoming aware of something he was not sure of. But then, as the night went on and the moon shone through onto his pillow through the gap in the tent canvas, his eyes drifted shut and eventually, he fell into a gentler world of dreams.
TBC