Flea Belated Hallween Interlude
Title: You and Me and a Dog Named Flea
Author: fridayblues
Disclaimer: Annie Proulx owns the timeless characters in Brokeback Mountain. I'm writing from love and making no profit.
My Deepest Thanks: Always to JUDY (
judy_blue_cat). She's been very busy but still have time to edit this interlude for me.
Feedback: is better than chocolate.
Summary: AU!AU set in Flea universe. The boy's first halloween together. This small interlude is for Kate (
bluekate5). You'll know why :) And happy belated Halloween!
There would be 2 major events in Flea that I want to write (2 chapters) after this. I want to focus on Fragile and I will come back to the boys and Flea sometimes later.
Happy Halloween, indeed
“I hate Halloween,” Ennis said, not only to himself but to the whole universe. “And I look stupid. I look like I just stepped out of the History Channel.”
Fits of laughter rose behind him as he took in the reflection of himself in the mirror. He was wearing a long white gown, a piece of silky purple cloth draped over his front. The purple cloth was tucked inside the robe that was loosely tied around his waist, leaving the hem hanging down to cover his ankles.
“You don’t look stupid, you’re a Greek God.” Lee came up to him, holding a wreath made from fake gold leaves. “Well, the clothes are pretty stupid but you look kinda hot.”
Ennis grunted. He pulled away suddenly when Lee tried to put a wreath around his head. “Now I have to wear a wreath of leaves, too? Jesus, what am I now? Adam?”
Lee chewed his lip, his face thoughtful. “Dude, don’t put that idea in my head.”
“Shut up.” Ennis shoved Lee, who slumped back on the couch, his whole face flushing hot with embarrassment.
Grant walked into the room with a handful of bags filled with Halloween stuff. He whistled when he spotted Ennis in a Greek god costume. “Wow, you look good.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Ennis murmured. He watched Lee bounce up to give Grant a peck on his lips before digging into the bag like a kid.
“So,” Grant walked up to him and stopped behind him, their eyes meeting in the mirror. “How have you guys been doing?”
Ennis shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal that for the last three days, he and Jack hadn’t spoken. “He doesn’t want to speak with me so I see no point in speaking with him.”
“What? What happened?” Lee joined the conversation, his eyes sparkling with interest as he put on the black T-shirt that said ‘I’ve just killed someone’ and sprayed some fake blood on the side of his face. Ennis grunted again and threw himself on the couch, startling Pepe, who was taking a nap there. Lee handed Grant a chainsaw made from papier-mâché, gesturing for him to put it on Lee’s head. “What happened? Tell me.”
“I thought you just killed someone.” Ennis frowned up at the younger man half of whose face and T-shirt was soaked in red, sticky stuff. “Where did the chainsaw came from?”
“Don’t change the topic. Come on, what happened?”
Ennis let out an aspirated sigh. “We were playing basketball with Martha and her nieces last weekend,” he said. “We weren’t serious about it at first but the game got heated. One of Martha’s nieces was particularly good at it and she was very strong. She knocked me flat on my back with the ball and Jack said, ‘You want me to kiss it and make it better?’.”
“Don’t see nothing wrong with that.” Lee blinked.
“The ball hit here!” He gestured down to his groin.
Lee burst out laughing, knocking the papier-mâché chainsaw off his head.
“It’s not funny!” he howled. “I don’t see anything funny in that. I was pissed and Jack said I was overreacting. Was I overreacting? Martha’s nieces were there!”
“You know he wasn’t going to do that for real,” Grant said with a sigh.
“Maybe, but still…” Ennis grunted, again. “I can’t believe he said that. That he wanted to kiss…there…and make it better!”
“Oh, I bet you’d love that.”
He smacked Lee’s shoulder. “I won’t be the one talking to him first. He’s out with his friends from the publishing business tonight anyway.”
“But you’ll miss your first Halloween party together.”
Ennis met Grant’s eyes. Jack must be out with the people from the publishing business already, dancing and drinking and having fun without him. He should also have some fun right now.
“Are you done?” Ennis snapped at Lee who had just put on a pair of black boots, dousing them also with fake blood. “Let’s get this over with so I can go back to Athens and hang myself.”
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They walked out of Grant’s apartment to join the Halloween party inside the Bay and Bridge downstairs. Ennis felt less nervous being with others but he looked too white bright and not so devilish. “Should I have some blood on me or something?” he whispered to Grant. “There’s not a single drop of blood on my clothes and it’s Halloween. And why aren’t you dressed up?”
Grant was wearing his black T-shirt and blue jeans, with a light green jacket. He smiled. “I own this place. I don’t need a ticket to go inside, remember? And don’t worry about blood. I think there’s enough blood spread around already.”
He looked sideway toward Lee who was having fun splashing blood on people around him, laughing and dancing along to the rhythm of century-old Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” that was playing in the background.
“Do you have a costume competition?” Ennis asked as he walked past Cleopatra and Captain Jack Sparrow who were engaged in a serious make-out session against the wall.
“At midnight. Listen, I have to…”
“Don’t worry about me.” Ennis managed a small smile. “I’ll be fine.”
Grant patted his back. They exchanged an affirmation nod before he was swallowed by a wave of people on the dance floor.
Ennis took a seat in the dim corner and just sat there until Wolverine bumped him off the seat. Sighing, he tiptoed pass a pack of vampires to the beverage counter. He got himself a bottle of beer and squinted around the room filled with flashes of colorful light. It was hard to recognize someone’s face from the others ‘cause they were all dressed up in ghostly costumes, not that he knew a lot of people. Still, he spotted a familiar figure of a man whose body he knew every part of, but whose mind was something he still had a lot to learn about.
Jack was talking and laughing with a group of friends. He was dressed up in black leather pants and long coat, but he looked incredibly sexy with spiky silver hair that made his presence stand out even in the dim light.
Ennis had no idea why he was here. And he didn’t know who he was dressed up to be. It was a combination of a lot of things and there was also a long Samurai sword drenched with red blood tucked along the length of his leg. He looked gorgeous and suddenly Ennis felt an urge to go home. He remembered how stupid he looked and the last thing he wanted was for Jack to see him like this.
Why was Jack here anyway?
He spent five long minutes looking at Jack and the way his hands moved animatedly when he talked. He noticed a few people from the pictures in their room. They were Jack’s friends from the publishing business. Did Grant know Jack would be at the Bay and Bridge? Maybe not. Or else he would have told him.
Ennis hid half of his body behind a big Wizard holding a long stick when Jack turned to look at the counter and wave. The Wizard waved back. Swearing, Ennis spun the stool around only to come face to face with Lee. “Repeat after me. I. Am. Hot.”
“Huh?”
“Come on. Let me see Jacky-Poo’s jaw drop to the floor when he sees you in these clothes.”
“Lee!!!”
“Coming!” Lee shouted back to the voice. He winked at him and with that, he strolled off and faded into the crowd. Ennis chewed his lip but he had only a few minutes to ponder what to do next when a Medusa with rubber snakes on her head asked him to buy her a drink.
When Grant joined him again, Ennis was buying a third bottle of beer for the Medusa. “Excuse us, ma’am.” Grant took Ennis to the far end of the counter and bought them two glasses of wine. They clinked bottles.
“Happy Halloween,” Grant said. “How’re you doing?”
“Ok.” Ennis shrugged. He had been occupied for the last twenty minutes. Now that he had settled on his seat, Ennis remembered again that Jack was also here. He fought the urge to turn around and see what Jack was doing, legs shaking with anxiety. Had Jack seen him?
“You can turn around.” Grant jerked his chin over his shoulder. “Someone has been watching you like a hawk for twenty minutes now.”
Ennis cleared his throat. Grant gave him a knowing smile that strangely made him feel more confident before he, too, walked off.
Maybe he wasn’t that stupid-looking in this too-white Greek god costume anyway.
“Here we go,” he whispered under his breath. Well, he thought Jack was so damn sexy in those wild black leather clothes with a Samurai’s sword and silver hair. Maybe Jack thought the same about him.
Ennis tilted his head to the side, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Jack looking at him from across the room, eyes focused and intense even under the dim, wavering lights.
Feeling more brave, he swirled the stool until he faced Jack. They might not be talking, but the snap of electricity that was sparking between them was something that never changed.
Ennis sipped his wine slowly, seeing Jack swallow. Something rose inside him and before he knew it, he leant back on the counter the way he had never done before, putting his elbows up on the hard surface and lifting his chin.
Jack narrowed his eyes that never left Ennis’s face even when a Catwoman whispered something in his ear.
Freddy Krueger blocked his way and asked for a bottle of beer. Ennis wanted nothing more than to smack his head, but when he was gone, Jack had already headed up half way to him, walking gracefully with long strides. Jesus, and he was even more gorgeous up close. Ennis wondered for how long he could stay cool under the unrelenting and powerful stare.
Now they were close enough to touch each other but Ennis wouldn’t be the one who moved, or talked first.
Obviously, Jack thought the same.
They just stood there, heat and tension swirling around them like a wave.
“Come on,” Jack breathed finally.
“Thought we weren’t talking,” Ennis couldn’t help but snap. Jack simply weaved his fingers through Ennis’s and tugged at his hand.
“We don’t have to.”
And so Ennis went with him to the back of the club, his body light as a feather. He felt like he was walking on the clouds. Maybe this was how being a Greek god was actually supposed to feel.
The room Jack led him to was dark and narrow, and smelt of beer. It was only a moment after he registered that this was a storage room before his back hit the hard surface of the wall, followed by Jack’s lips on his.
Ennis opened up for Jack almost instantly and oh god how he had missed Jack. His hands moved up and down until he could get beneath the black T to feel Jack’s heated skin and squeezed until their body pressed tightly together, their fast breathing and soft moans the only thing that filled the small room.
Jack deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue in deep. So Ennis opened his mouth wider, one hand moving to capture Jack’s nape. Their tongues met and Ennis’s head went dizzy as the sensation built like a whirlpool rushing wildly in his stomach, making his legs limp. He swore Jack was the only thing that kept him anchored. The alcohol in his blood helped intensify the sensation and for a minute, he thought he was going to pass out.
“Shit, don’t you go faint on me, Ennis.” He felt Jack’s hold grow stronger around his waist. “How much did you drink?”
Ennis’s lips stretched into a slow smile. Jack looked kind of blurry before him but he still noticed how his eyes fixed on his mouth. Jack wanted him. Warmth bloomed in his chest. He felt animated and he was too drunk to stop himself from saying something stupid out loud.
“I am hot.”
Jack grinned but his eyes were soft and solemn. “Yes, you are, and drunk, too.”
“Not that drunk,” Ennis murmured.
“Yes, you’re drunk. God, Ennis, you drive me crazy. Swear to God I’m not thinking less of you but I really need to get you out of this damn skirt right now.”
Ennis chuckled but let out a long groan when Jack moved to scrabble at the silky white gown, causing his legs to give way and lurch forward. Jack cursed and went back to get a firm hold of him, letting the hem of the gown fall to his ankles once again.
Screams pierced outside the room. It must have been contest time already. Jack gave him more kisses as he grabbed his waist and opened the door. “Let’s go.”
He couldn’t remember how they had ended up sprawling on the big sofa in Grant’s place upstairs and how Jack had finally gotten rid of his Matrix clothes and climbed on top of him. He hesitated before flashing a smile and retreated back to the end of the sofa. Ennis groaned when Jack flipped the gown up and dug inside the white cloth.
“Shit!” His muscles jumped as Jack’s tongue dragged a wet line on his thigh. Ennis tried to lift his heavy head and see what Jack was doing but all he could see was movement underneath the gown. “Jack, come up here.”
“Later,” Jack said. “I’m a man who keeps my word.” Ennis gasped when cold hands crept to nudge at the hem of his underwear.
“Oh my god!” He threw his head on the cushion, hips surging up at the first touch, seeking for more of Jack’s mouth. Jack hands clasped firmly on Ennis’s bucking hips as he proved how true he was to his word, coaxing gasps and strangled moans from him. And he knew that moment that he could never forget their first Halloween together. Never.
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Grant and Lee were nowhere to be seen when Ennis opened his eyes at six the next morning. Jack was sound asleep curled beside him, so Ennis carefully eased off the sofa and sat on the floor, watching Jack sleep.
He didn’t really think about anything, just lost in the sight of his man as if they hadn’t seen each other for years.
His man.
Ennis frowned. Since when had he referred to Jack as his man? A month ago? Since he moved in with Jack? Since their first kiss? Things fell into place so naturally between them he hadn’t really noticed when. It almost felt like Jack had been his man all along.
And it felt kinda…nice.
“Hey,” a sleepy voice greeted him, at the same time that a hand moved up to tangle in the curls above his ear. “Where’s the wreath? I liked it when you wore that last night.”
Ennis handed Jack a wreath that was tossed on the floor sometime in the night. Jack scooted over to the edge of the sofa, smiling as he put the wreath on Ennis’s head.
“So who were you? Zeus? Uranus?”
“Hmmm,” Ennis rubbed Jack’s neck. “Don’t know. Asparagus?” He kissed a chuckling Jack on his mouth. “Go back to sleep. I’m making coffee.”
Jack murmured an ok but he didn’t close his eyes, just lying there and looking at Ennis. He was covered up to his waist by the white gown, lips parted, silver hair messy, blue eyes drowsy-the sight that kept Ennis rooted where he was.
“A man who keeps his promise, huh?” he said, caressing along Jack’s stubble jaw.
“That’s me.” Jack grinned. To hell with coffee, Ennis crawled back up on the sofa and let Jack wrap him up against his chest, the wreath falling down onto the floor again. They shivered in sync when every part of their bodies aligned. He was back to working night shift so it meant they had time to themselves all day today, thank God.
“What are we gonna do today?” Ennis asked.
“What do you want to do?”
“Umm…play basketball?” Ennis hummed on Jack’s chest. Jack laughed. He loved when his man laughed. It was better than coffee.
“Maybe later.” As Jack slid down the cushion to kiss him, Ennis thought Halloween was actually kind of cool.