Driving Mr. Twist - Part Two
Second part of my AU story. There will be one more part after this.
Driving Mr. Twist - Part Two
The next morning dawned clear and bright, but Ennis barely noticed. He’d slept only an hour or so the previous night, spending most of his time tossing around in his bed, alternately replaying his sexual encounter with Jack and worrying about what was going to happen when they saw each other again. As he pulled up to Jack’s building, his stomach twisted into a painful knot.
Jack came out, said good morning, and got into the limo. Ennis pulled away from the curb, not daring to look at Jack in the rearview mirror, as he usually did. Jack was reading the daily newspaper; he didn’t look up as he said, “Last night was amazing, Ennis.”
Ennis swallowed hard. “Um, yeah, it was,” he said, stumbling over the words. He gripped the steering wheel harder as he waited to see what Jack would say next.
Jack folded his paper and put it aside. “Are you okay, Ennis?” he asked.
“Oh, sure,” Ennis replied. “Just that…”
“Just that, what?”
Ennis sighed. “Well, I mean…what about Miss Lureen?”
“What about her?” Jack asked. He moved to sit closer to the area where Ennis was sitting and reached his hand out to place it on Ennis’ shoulder. “She and I are only friends. This”--he indicated himself and Ennis--“is nobody’s business but ours.”
Ennis, despite the million things going through his mind, could only respond, “Yes, Sir.”
Jack pulled his hand back. “Listen,” he said, “why don’t you come up to my apartment tonight, after dinner? Say, around eight o’clock?”
Ennis spared a quick glance back. “Um, oh…okay.” Jack smiled at him, and he felt his heart skip a beat. Jack Fuckin’ Twist, he thought, you have me wrapped around your little finger.
The day passed slowly for Ennis. As usual, he drove his boss to and from various places, and spent his downtime doing little more than daydreaming. He was going to Jack’s place tonight. He was going to have sex with Jack, in Jack’s bed. Eight o’clock couldn’t come fast enough.
At five, he took Jack to a restaurant, where he was meeting a client. Afterward, Jack climbed into the car alone and spoke a single word that sent a thrill of anticipation through Ennis: “Home.”
Jack’s apartment was tastefully decorated, but not overdone. Still, Ennis was hesitant to touch anything. Jack poured himself and Ennis drinks, and they sat on the expensive leather couch, their knees touching.
Jack asked, “Would you like to kiss me, Ennis?”
“Yes, Sir…I mean, Jack.”
They set their drinks down on the glass-topped table in front of the couch and reached for one another. Their mouths met hungrily, their tongues sliding in and out playfully as their bodies got closer and closer. When they finally broke apart, breathless and sweating and fiercely turned on, Jack stood up and extended a hand to his lover.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
This time, they moved slowly; taking their time removing their clothing and exploring each other’s body. They rolled about on Jack’s massive bed, kissing and touching, until at last they joined - face to face, Ennis on top, looking into one another’s eyes. They moved together with increasing urgency, sweat forming on their bodies, cried of ecstasy emitting from them both.
Afterward, as they lay side by side on the rumpled blankets, Ennis asked, “What’re we gonna do, Jack?”
Jack sighed. “I don’t know.”
“We can’t keep going on like this. I mean, shit…you’re my boss.”
“Well,” Jack said, “I can always fire you.”
Ennis looked at him, wide-eyed.
“No, I couldn’t do that. You’re the best driver I’ve ever had.”
“You could get another driver,” Ennis told him. “And I could get a job driving for somebody else.”
“But then, I’d never see you.” Jack rolled over on his side and planted a kiss on Ennis’ bare shoulder. Then he smiled. “How’d you like to become my ‘kept man’?”
“Your what?”
“You know…you’d live in my apartment. You wouldn’t have to work; you’d just live with me and fuck me every day.”
Ennis had to admit the idea was tempting. Jack was rich enough to take care of him. But, still…”I like having a job, Jack.”
“Your job would be to keep me happy,” Jack replied.
“What would I do all day?” Ennis asked with a laugh.
“Whatever you wanted to.”
Ennis rolled his eyes. “I’d be bored out of my mind.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to keep things the way they are, for now,” Jack said.
“Mm. Guess so.” Ennis rolled over and pulled Jack closer. “Come here.”
Grinning, Jack moved to lie on top of the other man. “Let me do all the work this time, Ennis. You just enjoy the ride.”
So, Ennis did.
The next day in the car, Jack told Ennis, “I have to fly out to California tomorrow. I need you to take me to the airport at seven a.m. I’ll be gone for a week.”
Ennis’ heart sank. A whole week without Jack? But, he kept his face impassive and simply said, “Yes, Sir.”
That night, they made love passionately. “I’m gonna miss you,” Ennis said afterward.
“I’ll miss you, too,” Jack replied. “But it’s only a week.” He snuggled up against his lover. “We’ll be all right.”
It was the longest week of Ennis’ life. But it gave him time to think. Was he willing to be Jack’s dirty little secret forever? Or, would Jack eventually get tired of him? He wished Jack would call, so he could at least hear his voice. The night before Jack was due to come back, Ennis got his wish.
At first, Jack was all business, telling Ennis when to be at the airport the next day and what his schedule was going to be like for the next week. Soon, though, his voice softened and he said, “I miss you, Ennis. I’m glad I’m coming home tomorrow.”
“I’m glad, too, Jack,” Ennis said.
“I’m going to crawl all over you when we get back to my place.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. I’ll start by taking off your clothes. Then, I’ll touch you all over, and then give you the best blow job you’ve ever had.”
“Uhhh…” Ennis’ mind had suddenly gone blank, save for the image of Jack on his knees blowing him. He squirmed and touched himself through his jeans.
“Then,” Jack continued, “just before you’re ready to come, I’m going to climb on top of you and put you inside of me.”
“Jack, I--”
“And I’ll move up and down, up and down, until we both fucking explode.”
“Jack, you need to come home right now!”
Jack laughed a little. “Sounds good, doesn’t it?”
“Sounds real good,” Ennis told him. “I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock.”
“Good. Now, go jerk off, and think of me.”
“You bet I will.”
“Good night, Ennis.”
“’Night, Jack. I…I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ennis knew there were things he and Jack needed to talk about, as far as their relationship went. But, as usual, talking became the furthest thing from his mind the moment he saw Jack. When his boss got into the limo at the airport, Ennis wanted to crawl in after him and tear his clothes off.
“How was your week, Ennis?” Jack asked, once they were on the road.
“Boring,” Ennis replied.
“So was mine,” Jack admitted. “Next trip, I’m taking you with me. Then we can fuck in the hotel room. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds good to me. Say, Jack, I think we need to--”
“Hold that thought, Ennis. I have to make a phone call.” Jack took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed a number. “Hey. It’s me. I’m back from Cali. You busy tonight? Let’s go out to dinner.”
Ennis blatantly listened in on Jack’s side of the conversation. He was positive that Jack was talking to one of his women, probably Lureen. He gritted his teeth. Was this the way things were going to be from now on? Jack continuing to date women, while sleeping with him on the side? Ennis fumed, not realizing that he was pressing down hard on the car’s accelerator.
“Ennis, slow down!” Jack said, with a laugh. “This isn’t the Indy 500.”
“Sorry,’ Ennis replied. He eased up on the pedal.
“Okay, I’ll see you at six,” Jack said into the phone. “Bye.” He hung up and then said to Ennis, “Take your time, boy, we’ve got all day to spend together.”
Sure - and then tonight, I get to drive you and your date around, Ennis thought sullenly. “Jack, we gotta talk.”
“What do you want to talk about?” Jack asked.
“You and me. And your dates.”
“Okay…what about them?”
“Well, it’s just that…I like what we have, but, I don’t want to be your little bit on the side. Know what I mean? Your secret fuck.”
“We’ve talked about this before, Ennis,” Jack said. “You don’t want to live with me, you don’t want to quit your job…Have you changed your mind about those things?”
“I just…I don’t like you runnin’ around with these women while you’re fuckin’ me.”
“Do you want me to start taking you out, then?” Jack asked.
“That’s not the point,” Ennis said. “What if I did quit, and what if I moved in with you. Would you stop seeing those women?”
“Of course I would.”
“And what would you tell people about us, about how we met, stuff like that? ‘Oh, he was my chauffeur’?”
“Sure, why not?” Jack said. “I wouldn’t be ashamed.”
“And, what would you tell your family, your friends, your co-workers?”
“I’d have to tell them the truth, I guess,” Jack said. “I’m not worried about that, Ennis.”
“Then, fine, I’ll quit.”
“Fine.”
“Good!”
“Super good!”
“So…you still going out with whoever-that-was?” Ennis asked.
“Lureen. I should tell her in person why I can’t see her anymore.”
“What are you gonna tell her?”
“That I’m in love with someone else.”
Ennis couldn’t believe his ears. “Jack, you--”
“Yes, Ennis. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I guess I was just too scared to show it.”
“Jack, I…I’m in love with you, too.”
“Let’s get home, then,” Jack said, “and you can show me how much.”
Driving Mr. Twist - Part Two
The next morning dawned clear and bright, but Ennis barely noticed. He’d slept only an hour or so the previous night, spending most of his time tossing around in his bed, alternately replaying his sexual encounter with Jack and worrying about what was going to happen when they saw each other again. As he pulled up to Jack’s building, his stomach twisted into a painful knot.
Jack came out, said good morning, and got into the limo. Ennis pulled away from the curb, not daring to look at Jack in the rearview mirror, as he usually did. Jack was reading the daily newspaper; he didn’t look up as he said, “Last night was amazing, Ennis.”
Ennis swallowed hard. “Um, yeah, it was,” he said, stumbling over the words. He gripped the steering wheel harder as he waited to see what Jack would say next.
Jack folded his paper and put it aside. “Are you okay, Ennis?” he asked.
“Oh, sure,” Ennis replied. “Just that…”
“Just that, what?”
Ennis sighed. “Well, I mean…what about Miss Lureen?”
“What about her?” Jack asked. He moved to sit closer to the area where Ennis was sitting and reached his hand out to place it on Ennis’ shoulder. “She and I are only friends. This”--he indicated himself and Ennis--“is nobody’s business but ours.”
Ennis, despite the million things going through his mind, could only respond, “Yes, Sir.”
Jack pulled his hand back. “Listen,” he said, “why don’t you come up to my apartment tonight, after dinner? Say, around eight o’clock?”
Ennis spared a quick glance back. “Um, oh…okay.” Jack smiled at him, and he felt his heart skip a beat. Jack Fuckin’ Twist, he thought, you have me wrapped around your little finger.
The day passed slowly for Ennis. As usual, he drove his boss to and from various places, and spent his downtime doing little more than daydreaming. He was going to Jack’s place tonight. He was going to have sex with Jack, in Jack’s bed. Eight o’clock couldn’t come fast enough.
At five, he took Jack to a restaurant, where he was meeting a client. Afterward, Jack climbed into the car alone and spoke a single word that sent a thrill of anticipation through Ennis: “Home.”
Jack’s apartment was tastefully decorated, but not overdone. Still, Ennis was hesitant to touch anything. Jack poured himself and Ennis drinks, and they sat on the expensive leather couch, their knees touching.
Jack asked, “Would you like to kiss me, Ennis?”
“Yes, Sir…I mean, Jack.”
They set their drinks down on the glass-topped table in front of the couch and reached for one another. Their mouths met hungrily, their tongues sliding in and out playfully as their bodies got closer and closer. When they finally broke apart, breathless and sweating and fiercely turned on, Jack stood up and extended a hand to his lover.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
This time, they moved slowly; taking their time removing their clothing and exploring each other’s body. They rolled about on Jack’s massive bed, kissing and touching, until at last they joined - face to face, Ennis on top, looking into one another’s eyes. They moved together with increasing urgency, sweat forming on their bodies, cried of ecstasy emitting from them both.
Afterward, as they lay side by side on the rumpled blankets, Ennis asked, “What’re we gonna do, Jack?”
Jack sighed. “I don’t know.”
“We can’t keep going on like this. I mean, shit…you’re my boss.”
“Well,” Jack said, “I can always fire you.”
Ennis looked at him, wide-eyed.
“No, I couldn’t do that. You’re the best driver I’ve ever had.”
“You could get another driver,” Ennis told him. “And I could get a job driving for somebody else.”
“But then, I’d never see you.” Jack rolled over on his side and planted a kiss on Ennis’ bare shoulder. Then he smiled. “How’d you like to become my ‘kept man’?”
“Your what?”
“You know…you’d live in my apartment. You wouldn’t have to work; you’d just live with me and fuck me every day.”
Ennis had to admit the idea was tempting. Jack was rich enough to take care of him. But, still…”I like having a job, Jack.”
“Your job would be to keep me happy,” Jack replied.
“What would I do all day?” Ennis asked with a laugh.
“Whatever you wanted to.”
Ennis rolled his eyes. “I’d be bored out of my mind.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to keep things the way they are, for now,” Jack said.
“Mm. Guess so.” Ennis rolled over and pulled Jack closer. “Come here.”
Grinning, Jack moved to lie on top of the other man. “Let me do all the work this time, Ennis. You just enjoy the ride.”
So, Ennis did.
The next day in the car, Jack told Ennis, “I have to fly out to California tomorrow. I need you to take me to the airport at seven a.m. I’ll be gone for a week.”
Ennis’ heart sank. A whole week without Jack? But, he kept his face impassive and simply said, “Yes, Sir.”
That night, they made love passionately. “I’m gonna miss you,” Ennis said afterward.
“I’ll miss you, too,” Jack replied. “But it’s only a week.” He snuggled up against his lover. “We’ll be all right.”
It was the longest week of Ennis’ life. But it gave him time to think. Was he willing to be Jack’s dirty little secret forever? Or, would Jack eventually get tired of him? He wished Jack would call, so he could at least hear his voice. The night before Jack was due to come back, Ennis got his wish.
At first, Jack was all business, telling Ennis when to be at the airport the next day and what his schedule was going to be like for the next week. Soon, though, his voice softened and he said, “I miss you, Ennis. I’m glad I’m coming home tomorrow.”
“I’m glad, too, Jack,” Ennis said.
“I’m going to crawl all over you when we get back to my place.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. I’ll start by taking off your clothes. Then, I’ll touch you all over, and then give you the best blow job you’ve ever had.”
“Uhhh…” Ennis’ mind had suddenly gone blank, save for the image of Jack on his knees blowing him. He squirmed and touched himself through his jeans.
“Then,” Jack continued, “just before you’re ready to come, I’m going to climb on top of you and put you inside of me.”
“Jack, I--”
“And I’ll move up and down, up and down, until we both fucking explode.”
“Jack, you need to come home right now!”
Jack laughed a little. “Sounds good, doesn’t it?”
“Sounds real good,” Ennis told him. “I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock.”
“Good. Now, go jerk off, and think of me.”
“You bet I will.”
“Good night, Ennis.”
“’Night, Jack. I…I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ennis knew there were things he and Jack needed to talk about, as far as their relationship went. But, as usual, talking became the furthest thing from his mind the moment he saw Jack. When his boss got into the limo at the airport, Ennis wanted to crawl in after him and tear his clothes off.
“How was your week, Ennis?” Jack asked, once they were on the road.
“Boring,” Ennis replied.
“So was mine,” Jack admitted. “Next trip, I’m taking you with me. Then we can fuck in the hotel room. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds good to me. Say, Jack, I think we need to--”
“Hold that thought, Ennis. I have to make a phone call.” Jack took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed a number. “Hey. It’s me. I’m back from Cali. You busy tonight? Let’s go out to dinner.”
Ennis blatantly listened in on Jack’s side of the conversation. He was positive that Jack was talking to one of his women, probably Lureen. He gritted his teeth. Was this the way things were going to be from now on? Jack continuing to date women, while sleeping with him on the side? Ennis fumed, not realizing that he was pressing down hard on the car’s accelerator.
“Ennis, slow down!” Jack said, with a laugh. “This isn’t the Indy 500.”
“Sorry,’ Ennis replied. He eased up on the pedal.
“Okay, I’ll see you at six,” Jack said into the phone. “Bye.” He hung up and then said to Ennis, “Take your time, boy, we’ve got all day to spend together.”
Sure - and then tonight, I get to drive you and your date around, Ennis thought sullenly. “Jack, we gotta talk.”
“What do you want to talk about?” Jack asked.
“You and me. And your dates.”
“Okay…what about them?”
“Well, it’s just that…I like what we have, but, I don’t want to be your little bit on the side. Know what I mean? Your secret fuck.”
“We’ve talked about this before, Ennis,” Jack said. “You don’t want to live with me, you don’t want to quit your job…Have you changed your mind about those things?”
“I just…I don’t like you runnin’ around with these women while you’re fuckin’ me.”
“Do you want me to start taking you out, then?” Jack asked.
“That’s not the point,” Ennis said. “What if I did quit, and what if I moved in with you. Would you stop seeing those women?”
“Of course I would.”
“And what would you tell people about us, about how we met, stuff like that? ‘Oh, he was my chauffeur’?”
“Sure, why not?” Jack said. “I wouldn’t be ashamed.”
“And, what would you tell your family, your friends, your co-workers?”
“I’d have to tell them the truth, I guess,” Jack said. “I’m not worried about that, Ennis.”
“Then, fine, I’ll quit.”
“Fine.”
“Good!”
“Super good!”
“So…you still going out with whoever-that-was?” Ennis asked.
“Lureen. I should tell her in person why I can’t see her anymore.”
“What are you gonna tell her?”
“That I’m in love with someone else.”
Ennis couldn’t believe his ears. “Jack, you--”
“Yes, Ennis. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I guess I was just too scared to show it.”
“Jack, I…I’m in love with you, too.”
“Let’s get home, then,” Jack said, “and you can show me how much.”