Nobody writes boys at play like you do, you´re a goddamn poet. Their "first kisses" with the cigarettes and biscuits were soo hot and sweet. Ennis being so kinky makes me *squee*.
"jack, we're done peein." ennis was smiling, his afternoon worries faded from drinking. he looked down, watched the hand move up and down as jack played with himself freely. the moonlight was reflecting off ennis's teeth, but jack didn't see it. the black hat jack wore was lost somewhere, gone completely. "can i--" ennis began, but before he could finish, jack muttered something, and it sounded like, "please," so ennis took the first step this time and got on his knees. he didn't think he could do it, but he did and it was amazing. jack was gentle and touched him softly, both hands on his head, fingers twisting lightly in the golden curls at first, then tracing the shape of his ears, then on the back of his head, softly pressing. jack was drunk but it didn't take long, and he kept urging ennis with little moans and compliments until the moment arrived on buckling knees.
when ennis stood up, he took jack's face in his hands and they kissed a long time, both men savoring the flavor of what jack had leaked. darker now, for a cloud had passed, his two blue eyes appeared cobalt and dreamy. Aw - sexy; sucking each other off is a much better idea than arguing over who´s top and who´s bottom!
I could quote so much more of the amazing shit you come up with, like Jack´s belt buckle looking like a little television ... and how you write the most AMAZING dreams (actually, you´re the only one who writes dreams like dreams really are. I always feel right at home in them.)
then they got in an argument over what whisky was called in a movie. "gutrot, rotgut. who cares what he said, it's whisky." the bottle didn't break when jack kicked it with his foot toward the fire, where he sometimes liked to watch the label burn and peel, and the glass turn red and milky. "i better glow up ta them sheet," jack slurred, "you ought to doodle dishes." LOL the perfect drunk vignette.
Re: YOU'RE THE ONEgnashsangJuly 1 2009, 22:51:28 UTC
i thought you might like the kinky aspects! well, jack gave him ideas, heheeeheh.
ha! yeah i made jack go down first, then went back and changed the names and everything so it was ennis that took the initiative there. made sense, as jack was drunkest.
the dream was real, that's what started the whole story. i dream of fishies, and always have (see comment to denim_girl)
i forgot what movie that was in, but it was a western where they called it "rotgut" or gutrot, i totally forgot. :P ennis hates domestic life. jack ought to be the one with his hands in the dish pan. :D oops, did i say that? LOL.
"jack, we're done peein." ennis was smiling, his afternoon worries faded from drinking. he looked down, watched the hand move up and down as jack played with himself freely. the moonlight was reflecting off ennis's teeth, but jack didn't see it.
the black hat jack wore was lost somewhere, gone completely.
"can i--" ennis began, but before he could finish, jack muttered something, and it sounded like, "please," so ennis took the first step this time and got on his knees. he didn't think he could do it, but he did and it was amazing. jack was gentle and touched him softly, both hands on his head, fingers twisting lightly in the golden curls at first, then tracing the shape of his ears, then on the back of his head, softly pressing. jack was drunk but it didn't take long, and he kept urging ennis with little moans and compliments until the moment arrived on buckling knees.
when ennis stood up, he took jack's face in his hands and they kissed a long time, both men savoring the flavor of what jack had leaked. darker now, for a cloud had passed, his two blue eyes appeared cobalt and dreamy.
Aw - sexy; sucking each other off is a much better idea than arguing over who´s top and who´s bottom!
I could quote so much more of the amazing shit you come up with, like Jack´s belt buckle looking like a little television ... and how you write the most AMAZING dreams (actually, you´re the only one who writes dreams like dreams really are. I always feel right at home in them.)
then they got in an argument over what whisky was called in a movie.
"gutrot, rotgut. who cares what he said, it's whisky." the bottle didn't break when jack kicked it with his foot toward the fire, where he sometimes liked to watch the label burn and peel, and the glass turn red and milky. "i better glow up ta them sheet," jack slurred, "you ought to doodle dishes." LOL the perfect drunk vignette.
Cheers, Clara
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ha! yeah i made jack go down first, then went back and changed the names and everything so it was ennis that took the initiative there. made sense, as jack was drunkest.
the dream was real, that's what started the whole story. i dream of fishies, and always have (see comment to denim_girl)
i forgot what movie that was in, but it was a western where they called it "rotgut" or gutrot, i totally forgot. :P ennis hates domestic life. jack ought to be the one with his hands in the dish pan. :D oops, did i say that? LOL.
cheers back, and thanks. ^_^
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