lame title, oh well!

[gnashsang]

a one shot with sexxx. i love this shot of jack, he looks so
amazing, like his mind is dreaming of a future filled with love.



IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

"hey, you remember the time i drove up with pneumonia and you got mad at me because you stocked the cooler with meat and we ended up staying in that motel the whole time?"

ennis didn't have to respond, jack knew the answer. he did not resist jack's words, or the cool hand as it soothed his sweating head and smoothed his hair. ennis pushed back to feel more, wiped his nose, and groaned.

"yeah... you were so worried somebody would see you out back by the pool, using their gas barbecue grill to cook our meals. and you kept cursing those bratty kids from the high school who tried to get you make something for them too."

ennis told jack to quit talking about food. he remembered the kids, too. (one of them he about gave the boot, a smart ass little punk asking why he was staying in a motel room with a man with license plates from texas.) he almost felt he should should go back home, but did not say so. they'd waited all summer for this trip, and since jack footed the bill for the motel, as usual, he figured he might as well stick it out. he went to reach for the ice bucket, which jack had placed at the side of the bed, but the waves of nausea subsided soon enough.

ennis pulled the covers up high around his neck and was trying not to tremble. even though he was sweating, he shivered. "did ya turn the heat up like i told ya?" there were white spots floating when he closed his eyes, kinda like how his stomach felt on the drive up -- uncertain, churning, and achey and sore -- so he tried keeping them open for a while.

"damn, it's up as high as it gets, ennis. let me go to the truck and grab a sleeping bag. i might go find a store, get a thermometer." jack put his hand on ennis's forehead and felt the hotness, shook his head and swore. "damn, you still feel hot. you want anything? a bowl of soup?" jack stared across the room at the tiny two-burner hot plate in the kitchenette, wishing there was more, but for 22 bucks it was enough.

"noooo," he bemoaned, "if i eat, it might come back up. just let me lay here a while."

when ennis felt the kisses land on his ear, he worried jack might catch his bug, but it felt good to have somebody by his side. he then realized this was the first time that he'd been sick around the guy. when jack was down that one time, ennis did the same -- he stood by and waited -- there wasn't much he could do, except cook, like jack said, and make sure there were plenty of tissues nearby, until jack said the coast was clear. by then, the week was over, jack had to race back to texas, and ennis had a job to find, and a wife to report to.

now it was ennis's turn to be doted on. jack did not mind at all. as he eased up off the bed he caught himself in the mirror and did a little pose. since the room was so warm he was in his underwear, nothing more. damn -- the entire drive up from childress he was horny as hell, and he was now semi-hard from laying on top the bed next to ennis. hell of a time for him to catch the flu, he swore, reaching down to fondle himself. he looked good, if he knew it was true, but he sure wished somebody would say so too.

jack knew he was fine for 35, judging by the looks he got, and not just from the ladies in town. his mustache was big and full, and the sideburns long. he traced his hand across his chest, then stroked he hairs on his stomach with the knuckles of his left hand, the way ennis would do. he even closed his eyes for a while, until the caresses made him harder. then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and hauled it out all jutting and proud as he walked across the room. he stopped when he got to the bed on ennis's side.

"look what yer missing, bud!" jack teased, like a child with a new toy to show off, and did a dance. it bobbed up and down.

"yer killin me, jack! leave me alone!" he didn't say he'd been watching jack from behind the whole time. he wore the damnedest briefs, ennis noted. last spring, it was a gray pair with a black waistband and a red and gold pattern on the front that looked like little shoes. this time, they were solid baby blue. jack stuffed himself back into the pouch, but his dark black hairs showed through. when he turned around, ennis frowned. "before ya go, could ya gimme some water in a cup?"

jack chuckled and apologized, brought ennis some water, then got dressed and went out to get the sleeping bag. it was the beginning of autumn, and the mountains just off to the north were dappled with more green than gold. but because of the elevation, the air was cold and it was definitely entering winter. they'd only driven a hundred miles or so before jack insisted they find a motel, after ennis made him pull over two times so he could puke up his breakfast on the side of the road.

he covered up ennis with the sleeping bag and told him he'd find a store and maybe find a bite to eat for himself whle he was out. "you want more soup, it's in the pot with the lid on, and there's saltines, and butter... hell, you know, you packed it all yourself. tomorrow, i'll see what's up, maybe i can cook up some of the meat you brought, before it goes."

but ennis did not answer, and jack thought he heard him snoring. "i love you ennis, see you in a little while." then jack tip toed out of the room and locked the door.

the closest town was called logan and the welcome sign said it had a population of 278 but the paint looked old. there had to be more, jack thought, as he checked out the main drag through town two times before pulling over. there was a foster freeze and a dairy queen right across from each other, one looking more run down yet busier than the new one. either way, they both smelled good, and when he got out of his truck the scent of grilled meat and french fries hit his nose.

but jack wasn't going for a food just yet. he'd pulled into the parking lot of a place called gamble's, which was a combination grocery/hardware store. there were signs in the window advertising vegetables and fruit, and out front against a brick wall were ladders, trash bins, and lawn mowers. jack looked for a barbecue grill and found one for $9.99, a cute little thing more like a round black pot with a matching lid than what he was used to. it looked like it could cook a big steak, or some burgers, maybe four. he grabbed it and a week's worth of briquettes, and a square can of charcoal fuel.

"you got any thermometers?" he asked the gal at the front counter, who set the book she was reading face down. they were all alone in the large store, and jack thought maybe the town really was that small. the girl was young with brown hair and reminded him a little of lureen when he'd first met her.

"we sure do," she chirped, jerking her head in the direction of the wall behind her. there was several on display for indoor and outdoor use, including one that looked like it was made of fake wood with a unrealistic plastic squirrel attached.

"no, not them kind, i need one for taking your temperature. i got someone that's sick with the flu."

"ooh, it's goin around." she shook her head, crinkling her nose, and directed him to aisle four.

jack said he'd been there already and showed her the aspirin he was buying. the girl, whose name tag read sue, rolled her eyes and said he just didn't look in the right spot. "i know we have some, i saw 'em just the other day. c'mon."

sure enough, between the boxes of gauze bandages and a row of dusty brown bottles of mercurochrome, pushed way back out of sight, were the thermometers. she gave one to jack and his eyes got wide. it wasn't an oral thermometer at all, it said rectal on the box in blue. jack made a face as he pointed it out, then watched as the girl rummaged around some more.

"sorry mister, it looks like we're out of the other kind. you might try peggy's place, by the methodist church. you probably saw it when you first came through, but she's probably not open now.

"is that the place that sells tackle and bait?" jack remembered a store with a big rainbow trout painted on the side, and sure enough, it was closed.

"yeah, but she's got other stuff. there's a first aid section, as i recall. you might find what you're lookin for, if your friend can wait."

jack tapped the small box in his hand a few times, heard the glass instrument rattling around, shook his head and said he'd better go with what they'd found.

the girl smiled a little when he said so, but didn't say more. jack grabbed a six pack of beer as well, for himself. now, with his arms full, he wheeled around just before exiting the doorway. "say -- you know a good place around here where i can get a steak or somethin?"

the girl put down her book once more, sat up and pushed her hair back behind her ears. "well, my daddy owns a place. folks say it's the best in town. just take a left at the gas station over there and follow the road a mile. it will end at the parking lot of the restaurant. it's called eugene's ranch house bar and grill.

jack raised his eyebrows. "why thank you, that's easy enough -- what time they close?"

"they stop serving dinner at eight, but the place is open till two and serves bar food. you got time," she said, looking at a big electric clock on the opposite side of where she sat. it read almost six o'clock. "tonight's special is surf and turf -- rib eye steak and four jumbo shrimp for ten bucks, if you get there early enough. it includes the salad bar and dessert."

"fried jumbo shrimp?"

"you bet," she said, raising a hand to say goodbye.

jack's pupils widened at the thought of shrimp... and rib eye steak? that was his favorite cut. he tried to wave back, but his hands were full, so he winked instead and smiled.

by the time he arrived back it was almost dark out, the sunset nothing spectacular as it drifted down behind the tall pines surrounding the motel. he unlocked the door to room 12. ennis was in the same spot, still facing the bathroom. the bucket was empty, but the room smelled stale and humid and hot as before. jack sat on the bed, where ennis stirred, coming out of his ball slowly to stretch his legs for a spell.

"hey ennis, i got a thermometer to check your fever. you think it'll work in your mouth? it's a rectal thermometer, but--"

"a whaaat?" ennis roared, coming to life and pulling the covers up over his head once more.

"shit...i knew you'd act like that, but it's all they had. hang on a sec." jack read the fine print. "it's for both. i was wondering how the hell this thing could tell the difference between a mouth and an asshole."

ennis chuckled under the blankets despite his fever. "me too. why don't you test it out, cowboy."

jack opened the box and took it out, shook it a few times to get the mercury down, then moved the blankets back and told ennis to open up.

"i meant test it on you," ennis complained, but he let jack slide the glass tube under his tongue anyway without another word.

after five minutes, jack pulled it out and focused on the tiny wand and gasped. "ninety-nine point five -- is that bad?"

"must be, i feel like crap. did you get my apple juice?"

"yeah, it's over there. let me pour some for you." jack gave the thermometer to ennis so he could read it for himself. when he got back with the cup in his hand, ennis was on his back with this knees up.

"where's the thermometer?" he asked.

"where do you think?" ennis looked up to give jack a crusty look.

"did you shake it down first?"

"yes, i shaked it down first," ennis barked, deliberately mocking his friend before closing his eyes. he had a headache now for so long he was used to it, and was tired of laying down.

jack set the glass of juice down on the nightstand and asked if ennis wanted to watch some TV.

"no," he said, real loud.

"all right, jeez." jack sat down on the bed carefully, knowing there was a thermometer up ennis's butt, and stared down lovingly at his boyfriend.

"i feel so bad you're sick, ennis. if i could, i'd steal it from you and be sick instead, i hate seeing you like this."

"did you eat?" ennis let his arm snake up out of the covers long enough to give jack's arm a squeeze, but pulled it back in. he reached down between his legs briefly, to make sure the thermometer was still where it was supposed to be.

"not yet."

"i didn't think so, you weren't gone long, less than an hour." ennis said.

"i thought you were asleep," jack wondered, looking back down. ennis's eyes were closed, but he was smiling now.

"i was, until i heard your truck start up... the whole room shook. damn hot-rod."

jack grinned. that was another reason he was excited this trip up, because he'd bought a new ford just a couple of weeks prior. "yeah, she growls," jack proudly whispered, patting ennis down. he wanted to hold his hand, even if it was through a sheet and two blankets and a sleeping bag filled with down.

what he discovered as he traced his way around wasn't a hand, however. it was something else. ennis was half hard. even through all the padding, jack knew exactly what he'd found.

"huh? that little thermometer do that to you?" jack laughed out loud. he watched as ennis's expression changed. it still seemed like it hurt him to smile, so jack waited until the furrows in his brows relaxed, and since ennis didn't answer, so he felt it was best to not say anything for a while.

but he didn't let go, and ennis did not mind. he even moaned a little when jack started squeezing harder. suddenly, ennis opened his eyes. "you better take it out now."

"me?"

"yeah, why not? my eyes are bad, i can't read that damn thing no how."

jack said all right and slipped in his hand, fingers reaching around ennis's thigh to find the spot. a set of balls were hanging down on top, but with some exploring he found the end of the glass rod. slowly, he pulled it out, and quickly held it up to the light.

"a hundred point two," he announced, "well, that's not a good sign."

"i got a hot ass," ennis pouted, as he watched jack walk over to the bathroom sink to wash the thermometer off. then he opened a soup for ennis, and ate couple of crackers for himself.

"you hungry yet?" jack asked when he got back.

ennis's mouth was open in a yawn. "a little. are you?"

"i'm starved. damn, i wish you weren't sick, the gal at the market told me about a steak house her daddy owns, said it's the best in town. the special tonight is steak and shrimp. maybe i'll bring you something back."

"i'm all right, but how about a little appetizer before you take off?" ennis was on his side again, curled in a ball. "maybe i'm sick because i need to cum."

jack was worried that if they had sex he'd have to shower. if he did that, he might not make it to the restaurant by eight o'clock. "ennis, you're sweating like a pig, if we do--"

"jack," ennis held out an arm. "c'mon now, gimme yer hand."

jack walked over, saw that the apple juice was gone from the plastic cup, and the bottle of aspirin out of its box. when he held his hand out, ennis grabbed it and pulled it under the blankets.

"well goddam," jack muttered as he knelt by the bed, "this part a you is healthy as heck."

"mmm." ennis stretched back when jack gripped him tightly, when he felt the fingers tickling his balls as jack hefted them in his hands. he moved so much, the blankets fell back.

jack sucked in his breath at the sight before him, but knew to keep ennis warm and covered him back up. "when was the last time?" he asked, and when ennis told him a week or more, jack's eyes grew wild.

"jack, you know i always save up before you get here," ennis murmured in a sleepy voice, "now, c'mon, do what you do best." he wasn't worried about jack catching anything now.

jack sighed and bent down and stuck his head underneath and felt the sheets and blankets on top weighing him down. he grabbed the base of ennis's club and held it aloft, then pulled down to expose the head. "whoa, if you don't smell good," he whispered in the dark, before he stuck his tongue out and swiped the head.

ennis bristled at the touch. it had been so long, and jack's mustache tickled at first, but within seconds he felt half his staff enveloped with wetness and warmth. his muscles were sore and his headache was pounding, but right now, at the center of his body, everything was fine. he tilted on his side a bit, then scooted as close to the edge of the bed so jack had easy access.

he was able to get most all of it in from this position, but jack had a rock that needed chipping on. "hold up," he breathed between sucks. within seconds his own clothes were half off as he knelt back down with his jeans bunched around his calves, boots still on, hairy thighs spread as wide as montana. his balls were swinging now, and nearly touched the floor, his western shirt stayed on but was undone. ennis's arm reached under jack's white undershirt and found the two perky nubs ready to be strummed.

jack moaned, mouth full, unable to say a word. he used both hands to pleasure himself -- one to stroke his shaft, the other to grip his balls, pulling hard until the bag was taut. if ennis was feeling better, he'd serve them up as a first course, for ennis loved lapping at the smooth sack. both men reveled in the sensation of flesh against flesh, as ennis pushed his fat crown past jack's lips and down his throat. jack used a finger to rub himself where the thermometer would go if he was sick, wishing it was a tongue instead. then he stopped for a second to spit in his palm -- he wanted to get off too. it wouldn't be long, and jack thought he might shoot quick the first time so he could cum two times before leaving for the restaurant.

ennis spit on his fingertips, just a touch, and brought them back under jack's tee shirt. he grabbed the bumps and teased them, gently at first, then used his nails tips to scrape across each one until jack was whipped. ennis felt the bed shaking, and it wasn't from his thrusts. it was jack making a mess, jerking himself off, using the technique he perfected in high school, which was precise, effective, and swift.

ennis could tell jack was close to coming. he wasn't sucking on the cock as much as he was just holding it in his gullet. jack liked to have it down so far and deep so he couldn't breathe. he was fully imbedded, choking on the thing, so ennis just thrust a final time and froze, feeling the muscles in jack's neck contracting to swallow his width.

"cum big," ennis whispered as he flexed his cock to make it swell between his boyfriend's hungry lips. he spread his hand fan-like under jack's shirt, using his pinkie and thumb to tease the pecs. jack knew the drill and expected this. he pressed down with his chest to make contact and found bliss.

ennis opened his eyes to watch what it was he was feeling. it was some sight, to see two grown men still doing what they did as kids, and jack was so damn good at what alma refused to do. when he asked his wife to try it on the night they were wed, she said flat out that she thought it was sick, making a face like she'd seen roadkill and demanding that he kiss her instead.

jack lifted his head up take in oxygen and glanced up at ennis for a moment. he wasn't smiling but he was happy, his blue eyes intense with sexual fury. normally, ennis would have grabbed him by the neck for a long, hard kiss, to taste himself on those tongue and lips, but since he was sick, this visual exchange was all he'd get. ennis nodded just then, as if giving jack permission to keep on with his trick. with a little encouragement on the back of his head, jack dove on the stick in ennis's fist, gobbling inch by inch until his nose was bent.

this gave ennis the opportunity enhance the experience. he lifted his balls, like balancing two eggs, and began rubbing and pressing against jack's square chin. jack hadn't shaved for two whole days, and the manly stubble ennis felt was what set him off like a switch. "oh shit," he gasped, forgetting about alma, and his kids, and even that he was sick and sweating like a pig. "oh god, oh god, you gonna make me explode -- jack, i'm there, you ready for it?"

jack responded by moaning something that meant yes and let ennis begin thrusting again. by the time the first shot burst out, jack was already staining the floor of the motel with his own jizz, and every time his mouth was flooded he tried to swallow but he couldn't get it all and made a mess. there was just too much, but he put it to good use, letting go for a minute to scoop some up then bringing his hand down to finish.

it's a good thing their motel room was the very end unit, or the woman at the front desk might have heard their grunts and rutting. ennis was the loudest, making sounds coughed through teeth that were clenched. it started off low, but when the tide was rising it went open and wild, and at the end he was a satisfied wolf, howling.

"fuck me-e-e-eee!" he shouted as he shook a final time, his head hitting the pillow almost traumatized. it was so good he didn't feel bad, and he knew for a fact it had healed him some.

even though both men had come, jack wasn't done; his mouth kept sucking and his head drilled in a desperate rhythm, never wanting the pleasure to end for either of them.

"whoa, jack," ennis choked, "stop that now, i thought you were hungry!" yet he would not pull away from his paradise, until even he became too sensitive and the pleasure became torturous. "jack, c'mon, what're ya doin? i thought you were headin out for a bite."

jack answered his lover by continuing his attack, pushing ennis toward the center of the big square bed after his boots were pulled off. then came his jeans and his baby blue briefs, and finally, the two shirts were lifted and tossed in a pile on the edge.

ennis was perplexed because jack was craving that dinner. he was a little hungry himself, and the headache was less, but he still didn't feel so hot. jack was under the covers now, naked and hot, rubbing up against the body he'd been missing for so long. he was satisfying his hunger with something else.

"got my steak," he muffled through the blankets, giving ennis something to smile about. jack wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he guarded his catch. "just lemme know if i should stop, you bein' sick and all that."

ennis said he could live with it, and felt best when he simply laid back. he enjoyed his treatment at a leisurely pace, and even dozed off, going soft after giving jack his second shot. as ennis snored, jack relaxed, but he kept on nursing and beating off.

it was past midnight when ennis did arise, still a little sick but feeling satisfied. he'd cooled off and jack was right there, spooning him tightly from behind.

"jack, you awake?" ennis lifted his head and looked around. what little light there was came in from outside, where the moon was full and shining. thin motel curtains let in the brightness some, through a pattern of wagon wheels and cattle brands that cast hieroglyphic shadows around the room. ennis saw that jack had finished the rest of the soup, and had refilled their two cups with apple juice.

there was no answer, but ennis felt his lover's breath coming slow and steady on his spine. he pressed on what was nestled between the crack of his ass and settled back into the pillow. "i love you too," he whispered softly, bringing jack's arm around to place the hand on his chest so they both might feel the heart beating inside. then ennis sighed as he closed his eyes, and drifted back into the oasis of dreamland.

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