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CABIN FEVER III
Stayin' Put
Title: Cabin Fever III - Stayin' Put
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Teaser: Part III of our boys' week in Don Wroe's cabin. All this, and a bed in the bargain. What could possibly be eating Ennis now...?
Disclaimer: Jack and Ennis are not mine. Neither are any of the other original characters from the wonderful "Brokeback Mountain." They belong to Annie Proulx, and I am only borrowing them for a little while...
Author's Note: Back from Hell, looking to stay awhile. :-)
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Cabin Fever
Cabin Fever II - Breakfast
Ennis awoke to the vague sound of water falling, somewhere. For a moment he thought it might be raining outside, but then he opened his eyes enough to see the thin sliver of morning visible between the dark green plaid curtains that bracketed the cabin’s bedroom window. Still ice-gray at this hour, not suffused yet with the warmer hues that full daylight would bring, the sky was nevertheless completely clear. Not a cloud in sight.
He realized, as his brain slowly surfaced, that the sound he was hearing was the shower running across the hall. He sat up, shoving a hand through his hair, turning to stare with bemused frustration at the rumpled but decidedly vacant space beside him. "Jack fuckin’ Twist," he muttered to himself, probably for the millionth time since he’d met that wild, unruly nineteen year old outside that trailer in Signal back in 1963. "Sonofabitch spends all them years bitchin’ to me ‘bout always havin’ to sleep on that cold fuckin’ ground, I move heaven an’ fuckin’ earth to get ‘im a bed for once and he won’t fuckin’ stay in it!"
It was a goddamned bitch of an unsatisfactory situation, that’s what it was. Ennis flopped back on to the pillow, letting out his breath in a loud, disagreeable whoosh. There was just no dealing with that man. He was just born to be contrary as the day was long, and there was nothing to be done about it.
He shoved his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, determined to enjoy the softness and comfort of the firm mattress and the thick, down-filled quilt. With or without Jack Twist. Unlike that aforementioned idiot, Ennis Del Mar was no fool. Didn’t take much for him to figure out what side of his slice of bread the butter was spread on, that was for sure. And he was going to stay right here, in this warm bed that had taken so much arranging and finagling, that’s what he was going to do. Yes, sir. Whether Jack fuckin’ Twist appreciated it or not.
The white noise of the shower lulled him, the soft hiss oddly hypnotic, the sound reminding him of other times, other places. His mind drifted, remembering that trip to the Grand Tetons, what was it, five years ago now, six? That secluded waterfall they’d discovered near one of the hot spring pools. He remembered the icy pounding of the falling water and the shocking contrast of the heated pool below, great plumes of steam rising from the edges. Remembered how Jack had gotten that mad gleam in his eyes when he’d seen it, stripping off his clothes like he was a kid on Brokeback again, throwing his hat in the air with a whoop loud enough to alert every park ranger for ten miles around. And Ennis remembered how he’d smiled, right from his heart the way only Jack could make him, glad to watch him dive-bomb the surface to make the biggest splash he could. Couldn’t help wondering what he’d have looked like doing that as a little kid - and then, knowing that he’d never had that opportunity, kept his mouth shut about park rangers and the possibility of interruption. Let Jack have his fun.
They hadn’t been interrupted, which turned out to be a very good thing, since after Ennis had joined Jack in the hot pool, they’d contributed some considerable steam of their own.
Ennis shifted restlessly in that warm, suddenly not so comfortable bed. The memories had done their trick - now he couldn’t stop thinking about how that man’s body had looked, naked and straining under the falling water. Couldn’t stop remembering how he’d stood braced behind him, hands sliding over the hard muscles of that chest, listening to Jack’s moans of need vibrate through him, feeling that beautiful ass shoving back against him hungrily, desperately, hearing him beg him to bury himself in that hot, tight velvet sheath that always seemed made just for Ennis…
Ennis swore and got out of bed, padding across the hallway to the bathroom. Jack fuckin’ Twist.
The bathroom door was open a foot or so, and steam was drifting out into the hallway in thick, wet clouds. Ennis entered unobserved, noticing that Jack had left the glass shower door open, too, which gave him an unobstructed view of Jack himself, fading summer tan a pale gold against the cool white of the tiles, lathering soap over his upper arms.
Ennis swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry despite the humidity in the room. He’d seen Jack wash up in camp more times than he could count, and pretty much always had some difficulty looking away…but somehow watching him do this under running water was a hundred times more erotic. Jack was leaning back into the powerful spray, reaching up one hand to rake the soaking black hair out of his half-closed eyes. The water pounded his broad shoulders, splitting around and over them into hot rivulets that snaked down his body, pooling in the hollows and crevices of his hips and belly, spilling out again as he moved. All Ennis could do was gaze, mesmerized, as Jack reached for the soap again and spread the lather across his chest, then moved lower, across his flat, hard stomach, down the insides of his thighs. Ennis couldn’t move, couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched those long fingers trail white suds through the soaking dark curls at the base of his cock, then drift up again over his chest.
By the time he realized that Jack’s ministrations were much too slow for the simple task of washing himself, it was too late to escape and far too late to look away. Caught like a fly in a vat of honey, Ennis could only stare helplessly as Jack brushed the fingertips of one hand over his nipples, which he knew from long experience were hard wired to his lover’s cock in a spectacular way, and those blue eyes closed completely, lashes brushing wet and dark over his cheeks. His head fell back against the tile, mouth working soundlessly. Then his right hand closed over the base of his hardening erection and began to stroke, and Ennis stopped breathing.
God, he’s so fuckin’ beautiful.
There just wasn’t any other word that could describe what he was seeing, flood him with embarrassment though it did to think that he found a man’s body beautiful. Ennis stood there, rooted to the spot, listening to his own breath rasp loud in his ears, completely unable to stop himself from watching. Jack braced his thighs apart, head tilting down now to stare at his own cock as it moved in and out of his soap-slick fist. The sight tore a low moan from Ennis’s throat, the blood pooling savagely hot and heavy in his groin. He found himself wondering wildly what Jack was thinking about - and hoping with a fervor that bordered on desperation that it was him, that he was the one inspiring this almost unbearably erotic sight. God knew he’d stood in showers enough times and thought about Jack until he’d pushed himself to the edge of distraction, the way Jack’s strong hands clutched at him, hard enough to leave bruises when Ennis stroked hard and deep inside him, the wild magic of his mouth sliding up and down Ennis’s straining cock, the hot tight heaven of that bucking, convulsing body. He wanted to shout at him, to demand the truth. He didn’t think he could bear it if Jack was thinking on somebody else…
He must have moved without realizing it, then, because Jack caught it. He lifted his head slowly, movements thickened and slowed by arousal, and locked startled eyes with Ennis. A hard jolt went though Ennis like an electric current, it reminded him so vividly of that day outside his apartment in Riverton in 1967. When he’d grabbed Jack and shoved him against the wall under the stairwell, kissing him with all the explosive passion and need of four long years of separation. Jack’s eyes had looked the same way then; drowned, overwhelmed, almost bewildered by the force of what he was feeling, what Ennis’s desperate kisses were doing to him.
"Don’t stop," Ennis heard his own voice grinding out.
Jack stared at him. "Ennis…"
"Don’t stop. I want…" Ennis swallowed, hard, unable to stop the words. "Want to watch you."
He saw dark flame light up in those eyes, saw the high color spread over Jack’s cheekbones. Saw his head start to shake. "I…I cain’t…"
Ennis stepped into the shower, moving forward under the water, taking Jack’s face in his hands and kissing his mouth lingeringly. "Yeah, you can," he said. "Do it for me."
He reached down and closed his hand over Jack’s. "Like this..."
Jack moaned, eyes closing as Ennis moved both their hands up and down over his cock. "Christ, Ennis…"
"That's it, darlin’," Ennis murmured. "Jes’ like that."
Jack whimpered helplessly, unable to fight the strength of his need, the nearness of Ennis undoing him as it always had. Ennis felt the dark thrill of victory as he felt his lover’s body go pliant under his hands, leaning back against the tiles and letting Ennis do whatever he wanted to him. He lifted his chin as Ennis nuzzled in tight at the corner of his jaw, allowing lips and tongue to trace a long wet line down the corded sinews of his neck. Close in like this, Ennis could feel the shudders running through Jack’s body, and responded by tightening his fingers over Jack’s hand, forcing him to stroke himself harder, faster. He lowered his mouth to Jack’s nipple, sucking and biting, and Jack arched into it, so far gone he never realized when Ennis took his hand away and left him to finish alone what he’d started.
Ennis lifted his head, watching. Jack was still leaning back against the tiles, head back, breath coming in short panting gasps. Ennis gazed down at Jack’s cock, incredibly hard, the steady stream of pre-come that oozed from the tip sluiced away instantly by the pounding sheet of water. He loved the sight of the tight, swollen head appearing and disappearing as Jack’s fist moved up and down. His own erection throbbed for attention, hard and twitching from the nearness of Jack’s body, but he held himself off with the iron control of long practice, not wanting to miss a second of Jack pleasuring himself.
It wouldn't be long now. Ennis could see Jack’s stomach muscles tensing, the tremors running down his thighs. He leaned in again, whispering against his ear. "Jack," he said softly, wanting to see that look again, that beautiful, lost, drowned look. "Look at me."
Jack moaned deep in his throat. His head came down and he gazed at Ennis, eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Come for me, darlin’," Ennis encouraged. "Let it go."
He could see Jack trying to form words, knew he couldn’t because the pleasure was too intense. His eyes pleaded with Ennis to help him, to touch him, but Ennis just smiled.
"No...you gotta do this on your own, darlin’. Want a see you shoot for me. Then you c’n have anythin’ you want. Anythin’."
Jack’s eyes went wide, the words tipping him over the edge. His free hand smacked back hard against the tile, hips jackknifing up, groaning and gasping uncontrollably as his orgasm boiled up inside him. Ennis grabbed his cock at the last moment and aimed him so that Jack showered his belly and dick with his hot cream. Then he leaned in and bit down hard on the tender skin where Jack’s neck met his shoulder. "Look what you did," he growled.
Jack stared down, eyes darkening at the sight. With a soft groan he sank to his knees and caught Ennis’s hips in a grip like iron, pulling him close, sucking and licking his spunk off Ennis’s skin. Sucking harder and harder, teeth leaving marks of possession, the sparking pain pushing Ennis to the point of no return. He tangled his fingers in Jack’s soaking dark hair, choking out his name, Jack Jack Jack, and Jack heard the surrender, opened his mouth and engulfed him, swallowing him down. And Ennis knew who had the power now, knew it deep in the core of him as his eyes closed and his body convulsed and he came for Jack in return, gave it all to him, over and over down that hot tight throat. The scales balanced even once more.
He stumbled, legs weak, leaning on the tile for support, felt Jack slide up again to his feet and strong arms go around him. Raised his head, seeking Jack’s mouth, the heat of his body against him, the water pounding down over them like that faraway waterfall, washing them clean.
* * * * *
As usual, Ennis was dressed and ready to go in five minutes - but then wound up waiting, as usual, for Jack, who was still pottering around in the bathroom doing God knew what. Jack had always been a mite slow getting himself ready, a tendency that had compounded itself during the years as he got more money and hence more shirts to choose from, and now that there were four walls and actual plumbing to contend with, Ennis figured he might well be in there forever. The whole situation baffled Ennis, who barely spared bathroom mirrors a thought, figuring that they existed for the sole purpose of preventing serious injury while shaving. He just plain couldn’t fathom what Jack could possibly find to do in there - although he had to admit it didn’t frustrate and annoy him near as badly as when Alma had done this all the time, back when he’d been married.
His mouth twitched in silent amusement at the comparison. Might be smarter to keep that one to himself, if he didn’t want to find himself on the business end of Jack’s boot.
Across the hall, Jack had started singing. Ennis sighed and sat down on the bed, resigned to at least four choruses of the song Jack was leading off with: "Drop Kick Me Jesus Through the Goal Posts of Life." In recent years Jack had made a hobby of collecting songs with the worst lyrics he could find, saying it gave him something to do during the endless hours on the road while he was driving all over Texas for Newsome Farm Equipment. He took great delight in bringing out the new ones during their trips, never failing to crack Ennis up while they were passing the whiskey bottle back and forth over the fire with titles like "If You Won’t Leave Me Alone I’ll Find Somebody Else Who Will" and "You’re The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly." Jack had a pretty good voice, and his tendency to get louder and louder and slide off the note more and more the drunker he got, only made the delivery funnier. Or maybe Ennis was just so shitfaced himself by then that it just seemed that way. Jack never seemed to learn more than a couple of verses at best of any one song, either, so he usually had to resort to making up the rest, but Ennis had to admit he was pretty good at it. Something else that got funnier the more the nights wore on and the more they drank.
Right now, however, there was no fire, no whiskey and Ennis was getting hungry, restless and impatient. He managed to sit through "How Come Your Dog Don’t Bite Nobody But Me?" and "I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling," but when Jack launched into "How Can I Miss You If You Won’t Go Away?" he gave up. "Gonna be time for lunch soon, Twist!" he announced, getting up off the bed and heading down the hall toward the door. "Them horses ain’t gonna feed themselves!"
"It’s only eight o’clock in the mornin’, what are you talkin’ about lunch for?" Still barefoot and clad only in his jeans, Jack came padding after him, catching him before he could open the door. He took Ennis’s hat out of his hands, hung it back up and steered him toward the kitchen instead. "C’mon, Ennis. Got up early just so as I c’ld take my turn and get you to quit your bitchin’, no sense in wastin’ all that effort now."
"Horse’s’re gonna be bitchin’ too, you don’t get your ass out there pretty quick, Twist. What the hell do you find to do in there that takes so damn long?"
Jack grinned. "Don’t see you complainin’ at the results."
Ennis had no idea how to respond to that, so he just grunted and turned away toward the coffee pot. Jack came up behind him, sliding his arms around him. "Not that it were really a waste o’ anythin’, as it turns out…"
Ennis grunted again, trying to keep up the pretense at gruffness, but Jack saw the smile that he couldn’t keep from lifting the corners of his mouth, and laughed out loud, shoving Ennis into the counter playfully. "And may I say, Ennis Del Mar, that I’m mighty glad you’re the kind o’ man who always keeps his promises."
He got Ennis with that one. He turned his head, confused. "Huh?"
Jack grinned again, winked at him, and left the kitchen, strains of "I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me" floating back down the hall. Shaking his head, Ennis took refuge in something easier to understand, like making coffee. He had long since given up trying to figure Jack out when he started off down one of those incomprehensible detours off the main road that mind of his was so fond of taking. He’d learned to just keep quiet and nod at what seemed to be the appropriate intervals, and Jack never seemed to notice that he’d never actually contributed anything concrete to the discussion. Then again, Jack could talk enough for the both of them and six other people in the bargain, especially when he went off on one of his rants. It never bothered Ennis a bit to listen to him, though, no matter whether he was philosophizing or complaining or just shooting the breeze, because when it came down to it, it wasn’t about the words. The simple truth was, he just liked to hear the sound of Jack’s voice, soaking it up, preserving it in his mind and heart to take out and remember during the long months of silence in between.
And in any case, there was something else he’d learned…a complaining Jack Twist was a contented Jack Twist, and if you solved his problem for him he’d only look around and find something else to bitch about.
Just about the time he had breakfast ready he heard Jack come back in, stamping the snow off his boots on the porch boards, muttering up a storm under his breath. "Snow sure is pretty, but, damn, it’s cold. Feet near froze on me an’ I never even stood still for a minute." He stripped off his gloves, blowing on his hands and rubbing them together.
"Hell, this ain’t cold." Ennis snorted, handing him a hot mug of coffee to wrap his hands around. He tried unsuccessfully to suppress a grin when he noticed the snow had even found Jack’s mustache. "You’re gettin’ soft, Twist, all there is to it."
Jack smirked back. "Not on your cookin’, I ain’t."
"Tell you what, I won’t make you eat it, then." Ennis grabbed for the laden plate he had just put down, but Jack was faster, whisking it up and out of reach with a deft snap of the wrist, dodging to the other side of the table where even Ennis’s long arms couldn’t reach him.
He grinned at Ennis round a mouth full of bacon. "I may be gettin’ soft, but I’m still faster’n you where it counts, Del Mar."
Ennis snorted. "Don’t make me come over there an’ prove you wrong."
Jack’s grin just got wider. Ennis gave up, shaking his head, and poured himself a mug of coffee. He glanced over at Jack, who had taken a chair at the table and was still eating bacon with his fingers. "You want a fork there, Jack, or should I just put that in a feedbag for you?"
Jack exploded into laughter. Then he started turning red, and pretty soon Ennis caught on and was banging on his back to dislodge the large chunk of bacon that had taken a wrong turn on the way down.
* * * * *
They took the horses out after breakfast, giving them a chance to stretch their legs. The pine forests looked like a frozen fairyland, the snow as thick as the icing on a wedding cake, ice dangling from the branches of the pines like necklaces of fine crystal. The air was clean and bright, the pale sunlight slanting down through the trees, and the horses made clouds of steam when they breathed. Ennis was chilled to the bone, flexing his hands and feet to keep the feeling from going out of them, and he knew his nose and cheeks were red from the cold, but he couldn’t have been happier, riding along beside Jack, listening to him wax poetic about Bobby’s season so far in his high school football squad. Jack had said once that he never wanted kids, but Ennis could tell just from the way he always talked about him that he loved his son and would always do his best by him, no matter what. He talked about other things, too…stories of the things and people he encountered during his travels on the road, the good and the strange, and the secret charge he got out of how his sales figures regularly put LD’s previous records as a salesman to shame. "Had to go collect an award just last month," he said, trying to be cool about it but underneath it all, Ennis knew he was smirking like a little boy. "Big dinner, fancy suits, speeches, the whole nine yards. Best part, though - LD’s chairman of the association, had to present the award to me himself. Jus’ about killed him dead, I swear."
By the time they put the horses away, it was past noon, and they headed back to the cabin for lunch, Ennis making a big deal on the way out of how Jack hadn’t done as good a job of shoveling the path as he could have. Jack stopped him in mid-sentence by sneaking up behind him and jamming a big ball of half melted slush down the back of his shirt, and then Ennis tackled Jack and knocked him on his back in a snowbank, and war broke out for a while. But neither of them were kids any more, although they were laughing and hollering loud enough for it, and they tired sooner than they wanted to. Too exhausted and wet and freezing cold to throw one more snowball, they trudged inside, still laughing and shoving each other, stripping off their sodden clothing in the bathroom, and Ennis ran a hot bath, wanting more than anything for Jack to join him but not knowing how to ask. Jack surprised him by knowing, though, as he often did - and as Ennis lay back in the steamy water, his arms wrapped securely around the one he loved, he thought this was the closest to heaven a man like him was ever likely to get.
* * * * *
When he awoke, the water was stone cold…and Jack was gone again.
Jack fuckin’ Twist. Where had he gotten to? Why couldn’t that boy just stay put for a change?
Managing to fume and shiver convulsively at the same time, he splashed water over the floor of the bathroom as he grabbed for a towel to rub the chill out of his skin. He padded across the hall, found dry clothes, jammed on boots and hat, snatched a beer out of the icebox and then went looking for Jack.
On the front porch, he was greeted by a sight that did more to warm him than a shot of whiskey. Jack had the hood of his truck propped open and was bent over, reaching down into the engine. Ennis was instantly, helplessly riveted to the sight of Jack’s ass, muscles straining tight against the denim, pointed right at him as if inviting him to…
Fuck, he needed that beer.
As he popped the top and took a welcome swallow, he heard the clanging noise of metal striking metal, and Jack’s muffled curse. Jack went up on his toes then, reaching even further down into the engine cavity, spreading his legs further apart so he wouldn’t lose his balance and fall. Ennis groaned inwardly at the move, unable to take his eyes off the seam of Jack’s jeans where it ran down his ass and disappeared between his legs. He took the porch steps slowly, moving closer, his fingers itching to slide down over that seam, to squeeze the hard bulge he knew he would find, feel it stiffen and grow under his caresses. Longing to unfasten those pants, slide the zipper down, slip his hand inside...
"Hey, Ennis, wanna give me a hand?"
Ennis jumped, gave Jack a deer-in-headlights stare. So intent had he been on fantasizing about what he wanted to do to Jack’s ass, he hadn’t realized the object of his attention had turned around and seen him. Jack saw his expression, didn’t miss the significance, his eyes flickering down over Ennis’s body and spotting the telltale bulge in the front of his jeans. His brows rose ever so slightly, and then he gave a knowing smirk, unable to resist giving a quick shimmy of his ass as he returned his attention to the engine like nothing had happened. "You wanna hand me a wrench out of my toolbox back there?"
Ennis stared at him. So that was how he wanted it, was it? Well, two could play at that game.
He grabbed a wrench out of the toolbox and came up close behind Jack, bending over to see what he was doing. "Havin’ trouble down there?"
Jack was making grunting noises, trying to loosen a nut. "You c’ld say. Damn thing’s on so tight I cain’t get it loose. Boy who put this on must have arms like iron."
"Tight is good," Ennis murmured, heat stirring again in his groin as he deliberately slid the business end of the wrench down over Jack's ass and down between his thighs. He couldn't get the image of him in the shower out of his mind, how beautiful his body had been with the water pounding over it, couldn't stop thinking of the way he’d stroked himself, the blood stirring sounds of his arousal. God, Ennis wanted to touch him now, and with a lot more than just a damn tool. Wanted to rip off the denim that separated them and take him hard, right there against the truck.
Jack stiffened under the metal caress, shooting a look over his shoulder. "Ennis, that ain’t the kind of help I meant."
"Sure am sorry to hear that, Jack," Ennis said, leaning in again over his back, close enough for Jack to feel his hot breath. His tongue snaked out and licked Jack's neck right behind his ear. Jack made a muffled sound and a shiver ran through his body. Ennis grinned. "Still want that wrench?"
Jack shifted, jamming his ass back without warning, grinding it against Ennis’s crotch in a slow, brutally sensuous circle. "Thanks," he said sweetly, snatching the wrench from Ennis’s suddenly unresisting fingers.
It felt so good Ennis almost grabbed Jack’s hips to hold him there, wanting to prolong the delicious contact, let that sweet ass keep sending shivery sparks of pleasure up his spine. But dammit, that wouldn't do - Jack would never let him hear the end of it if he won that easily.
He reluctantly let Jack move away again, watching as he bent over and reached down into the engine with the wrench. He considered the waistband of Jack’s jeans for a moment, then swiftly pulled Jack’s shirt out of his jeans and placed the wet, cold bottom of the beer can on the naked skin at the small of his back.
Jack hissed with surprise, almost banging his head on the truck hood as he shot upright and twisted around. "Jesus Christ, Ennis, what the hell are you doin’?" Ennis tried to look sheepish, but he couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth down far enough. He couldn’t help noticing that although he sounded royally pissed off, the look in Jack’s eyes held more heat than anger.
Jack stared at him for a moment, then, holding Ennis’s smirking eyes with his own, he reached out and deliberately stroked his fingers over the hardening bulge in Ennis’s jeans. Ennis fought to keep his eyes from closing, feeling his cock twitch and pulse under Jack’s knowing ministrations.
Then he was gasping with pain as Jack took advantage of his distraction, closing his fingers over Ennis’s balls and squeezing. Just hard enough to show he meant business.
"Shit, Jack! Watch what you’re doin’ there, boy!"
It was Jack’s turn to smirk. Ennis lowered his head and gave him his best glower, folding his arms. They faced each other off for a moment, and when Jack didn’t move, it gradually dawned on Ennis that, unexpectedly, he’d won. Jack had painted himself into a corner with that last maneuver…there was no way he was going to risk turning his back on Ennis now…
He waited another beat, and then said, "Gonna get that wrench, Jack? Think you dropped it in there somewhere…"
He saw Jack hesitate, knowing what would happen the second he turned around. Ennis let his mouth curve up in a smile, and Jack sighed, admitting defeat. He made a big show out of squaring his shoulders and turning back to the truck, acting like he knew he was going to his doom for sure…then spoiled the effect by throwing a steamy glance over his shoulder before leaning into the engine cavity to retrieve the wrench.
Heat shot through Ennis’s body as he stepped forward and roughly shoved Jack’s legs apart with his knee. He clamped his hand on Jack’s hip, holding him in place, for a wild moment thinking he would rip off Jack’s jeans and take him right there, without preamble. The thought set every nerve in his body on fire, the head rush leaving him flushed and struggling not to pant out loud - and it inflamed him even more that Jack was right there with him, thinking the same thing and wanting it just as much, hard as a steel pipe even before Ennis's other hand slipped through his thighs and stroked firmly over his cock and balls. He felt Jack jerk violently under his hand, shoving his ass backward, wanting Ennis to do it, just do it, do it now...
Ennis worked him over with merciless fingers that knew every sensitive, vulnerable spot, feeling Jack’s body tremble and go rigid with the effort of keeping his knees from buckling. Hungry for the feel of Jack under his fingers, Ennis pushed up his shirt, baring the small of his back again, and took a swallow of beer, dribbling it out of his mouth on to Jack’s skin. Jack jumped but before he could move, Ennis was bending down behind him, gripping his hips and pinning him to the car, dragging his mouth like a starving man over the patch of exposed skin. Tasting beer and the tang of fresh sweat, inhaling Jack’s hot scent as his lover jumped and shuddered underneath him. He kept working him over with his lips and tongue, pulling his jeans down as far back as they would go, tantalizing him with promises of things to come. God, Jack's ass was already clenching, he could see the muscles working, reacting helplessly to the nearness of Ennis’s tongue. Ennis’s cock throbbed painfully in response.
Ennis stood back at last, pulling Jack upright with him. Jack turned slowly toward him, moving like a sleepwalker. The moment Ennis could see his face, he understood why.
Jack’s cheeks were flushed with arousal, the gaze he lifted to Ennis’s face slightly unfocused, pupils so dilated his eyes were almost black. His hair was a rumpled dark mass, and...God...he was beautiful. Ransack his brain as he might, like he had that morning in the shower, it was the only word he could find that fit. Ennis stared at him, torn between the twin desires of looking at him and reaching out to grab him. Then Jack slowly looked down at himself, and Ennis saw the spreading wet spot on the front of his lover’s jeans.
Ennis lost it. He took a half step forward and his hand came up under Jack’s hair, tangling in its thick dark silk and hauling his head back almost painfully. He kissed him savagely, branding his mouth with possession, communicating with the bruising force of that contact the other things he wanted, needed to do. Now.
Jack torqued in his arms, breaking the kiss to savage Ennis’s neck and shoulder, hands gripping him underneath his ribs with force enough to bruise. His breath hissed out as Ennis’s fingers found his zipper, swiftly pulling it down. Ennis was in the grip of that hunger now, that maddening fiery ache deep inside him that this, God, only this could cure. He yanked Jack’s head back up and covered his mouth with his own, heard Jack swallow a deep groan as he slipped his hand into the opened front of Jack’s jeans and wrapped his fingers around his hot, heavy, more than ready shaft.
"So wet," Ennis murmured into his mouth, sliding his hand up and down until his fist was gliding freely over the coating of pre-come. "Want a taste you, Jack."
"Me first," Jack managed to gasp. Before Ennis could react, Jack had grabbed him and swung him around, pushing him back against truck so hard he almost dented the metal. Ennis started to protest but the words died in his throat as Jack pinned him in place, tore off his belt, ripped down the zipper and shoved his jeans down around his feet. Ennis’s head went back, body shuddering as Jack gripped his cock and took it down his throat in one smooth move.
Oh, God, it was so good... He wanted to tell Jack how good it was, how utterly fucking incredible his hot wet mouth felt on his burning shaft, but the pleasure was so intense all he could form were groans and whimpers. Jack raised his head, dragging his mouth up to the head of Ennis’s cock, keeping up the suction the whole way. He swirled his tongue around the tip, probing the sensitive slit and producing convulsive moans and shudders, teasing and torturing the mass of nerve endings just under the head. Ennis's fingers tangled in his hair, hips rocking forward, trying to force his mouth back where he wanted it. He felt Jack's free hand slide between his legs, lightly caressing his balls, then finding his target, that incredibly responsive spot right behind them. Ennis's breath gasped out as he saw stars, those fingers massaging him relentlessly, turning his whole body into a lake of fire. When Jack deep-throated him again he knew it was over, his balls churning, thrusting into Jack’s mouth in complete abandon. Oh, my fucking God, please, one more, just one more...
Then he felt Jack’s hand wrap around the base of his straining cock and squeeze, hard, stopping his impending climax in its tracks. His eyes flew open in protest as Jack's hot mouth left him and he straightened up, kissing him hard. Ennis frantically tried to pull him closer, to grind his aching cock against him. God, he needed to come so bad... "Jack, please..."
"Please what?" Jack's eyes burned into his, the color of the sky on fire.
Ennis grabbed him in a grip like a vise and turned him, pushing him face-first against the car. He ripped down Jack’s jeans and stared at that beautiful ass for a moment before stepping up right behind him and slipping his throbbing erection between Jack’s legs. The friction was so unbearably wonderful it almost undid him for a moment, he had to hold still, fighting for control. He knew it was affecting Jack the same way - his lover’s dark head dropped forward, and Ennis could feel the deep shudder of pleasure rock through his body as he felt that hot, hard length so near, and yet so far away from where he so desperately needed it to be. "Yeah," Ennis ground out, his breath hot beside Jack's ear, his hand reaching around the front to grip Jack's iron hard erection and squeeze it teasingly, maddeningly. He rocked his body, feeling the hot slide of Jack’s flesh drag deliciously at his cock. "You want that, don't you. That's what you want."
His eyes caught the discarded can of beer, lying abandoned in the snow. He grabbed it and took a quick swallow, then grabbed Jack and wrenched open the driver’s door of the truck. He forced Jack down until he was bent over the seat, and began to pour cold beer over that luscious ass.
Jack hissed and squirmed in protest but Ennis held him still and made him take it. Then he put the bottle aside and began to follow the trail of beer with his tongue.
"Oh, God, Ennis, please, oh, God, yes, don't stop, oh please, Ennis, Ennis..." Jack babbled, panting and squirming as Ennis’s knowing tongue sent a thousand electric shocks shooting up his spine. He spread his legs wide, moaning continuously now, forcing his ass back against Ennis's mouth in mindless abandon. "So good, so good, so good..." Ennis was fucking him with his tongue now and Jack's cock was so hard it was flat against his belly, leaking pre-come in a steady stream. It trickled down so far that Ennis could taste it, and knowing that Jack knew that made the blood surge even hotter and darker in his veins.
Ennis spotted him reaching down to stroke himself, ease the pressure, and was up over him instantly, dragging him upright, smacking his hand away. "That's mine," he growled, biting down hard on Jack’s earlobe. "You touch that again and I'll fix you so you can't."
Jack would have pleaded with him but all the breath left his body as Ennis shoved two wet fingers up inside him. He made a strangled sound and bucked his hips back, impaling himself as far as he could go. Ennis pulled him tight against his chest with his free hand, and when Jack's head fell back helplessly on to his shoulder, he turned and kissed him deep and hard. "Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me what you want."
Jack stared at him through those drowned blue eyes, struggling to form the words. "Tell me!" Ennis insisted, finding that magic spot deep inside him and stroking it relentlessly. Jack cried out as lightning shattered his body, graying out his vision and leaving him gasping for breath.
Ennis dragged his lips and tongue over the skin under Jack's ear. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against Jack's neck that Jack almost felt more than heard.
"Fuck me," Jack moaned, feeling his cock jerk with every brush of Ennis’s fingers over his prostate. "Fuck me, please..."
And at that precise moment, it started to snow. Hard.
Ennis stared up at the sky as thick, cold, wet pieces of it began to splatter down on to his exposed thighs and ass. He let his head fall forward, the sweat on his forehead mingling with the rivulets running down the back of Jack’s neck. Jack’s hair smelled of the soap he had been using that morning in the shower, and the association made Ennis’s arm tighten around his chest in frustration. He could feel Jack’s ribs heave as he struggled to get his breathing under control.
"Bud…"
"Ennis, gotta close the hood, lemme go…" Jack wriggled free of Ennis’s arms, bent down to grab his jeans and pull them back up, moving to slip past Ennis and head for the…
No way. No fuckin’ way.
Not this time, a voice in Ennis’s head said, firmly. This time, Jack fuckin’ Twist was stayin’ put, whether he wanted to or not.
He caught Jack from behind as he slammed the hood shut, surprising him with the grip of a bear around his waist. Jack was too startled to argue as Ennis practically lifted him off his feet, dragging him past the driver’s seat, yanking open the back door of the Ford 150’s crew cab. "Get in," he growled.
Jack turned into him, shooting him an unsure glance. "Ennis, what the fuck’s gotten into you…? I swear I ain’t even used the phone today…"
Ennis let out a growl of frustration and practically ripped off Jack’s parka. He hoisted him up then, shoving him back on to the narrow seat. Jack scrambled backwards, eyes wide, reached behind him for the door handle on the other side of the cab. Ennis spotted the move and hauled him back, sitting on his legs and pinning him down. Jack’s back hit the seat and he struggled, but he had all the leverage of a landed fish. He shrank back involuntarily as Ennis loomed up over him, but Ennis was a man on a mission. In one swift move he had Jack’s belt out of its loops and was hauling Jack’s arms above his head. Before he could even figure out what was happening, Jack’s wrists were tied together and Ennis had fastened the end of the loop through the open hole in the arm rest.
Jack’s eyes shot wide open. He struggled to free himself, but the belt held fast. "Ennis, what the fuck do you think you’re doin’? Ennis! Let me up, you shithead! Of all the stupid fuckin’ stunts…"
Ennis folded his arms, glowering down at him. "You want me to gag you, too, Jack?"
His expression left no doubt that he was absolutely prepared to follow through on the threat. Jack opened his mouth, thought better of it and closed it again. "Good," Ennis muttered, roughly yanking off Jack’s boots and dropping them on the floor, following them a moment later with his jeans. "You might not have noticed it, but you’ve been disappearin’ on me for two fuckin’ days. This time, you ain’t goin’ nowhere."
Jack stared mutely as Ennis shoved his legs apart and moved between them. He leaned forward, slowly and deliberately unbuttoning Jack’s shirt and peeling it back. Then Ennis sat back on his heels, his eyes sweeping Jack’s body with an expression of such burning and obvious intent that Jack felt the blood rush to his groin, leaving him hard and throbbing. He was suddenly acutely, incredibly aware that he was spread out bound and naked before Ennis like a feast. Completely and utterly helpless. Ennis could do anything he wanted with him - and there wouldn't be anything he could do to stop him.
Ennis’s gaze traveled down over Jack’s chest, falling on his raging erection, at the puddle of precome that had begun to glisten on the taut muscles of his abdomen. He studied the way it painted the dark trail of hair. It was a long time before he spoke, and when he did, his voice was very soft, almost vibrating with the impact of what he was seeing before him. "Well, whaddya know. You like this."
Jack flushed to the roots of his hair. "Let me go, you shithead, and I’ll make you eat that."
But Ennis's eyes were glowing like he'd found a new toy. He trailed his fingers down the hard quivering line of Jack's cock and underneath his aching balls. He watched Jack’s face, his own splitting into a dark grin. "Oh, yeah. You like this a lot."
Jack glared at him, but angry and embarrassed as he was, he still couldn't stop his deep groan as Ennis’s fingers brushed over his puckered entrance and lingered there, moving in slow, caressing circles. His cock jerked and throbbed in helpless anticipation, oozing another stream of pearly precome. Ennis scooped it up on his fingers, holding Jack’s burning stare with his own as he slowly and deliberately raised them to his mouth and licked them clean.
Jack whimpered, embarrassment forgotten, dragging uselessly on his bonds.
Ennis leaned over him, all smoldering fire now. He kissed Jack’s mouth, making him taste himself. "This is goin’ a be fun," his voice rumbled in Jack’s ear, making Jack shiver as he licked his earlobe.
"Ennis," Jack whispered, fighting the heat that pounded through his body. "We...we have to...I have to..."
His back arched and his breath hissed out as Ennis bit into his neck and sucked hard. He yanked at the belt that held him in place, was instantly dismayed at how the feel of being tied in place sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin. Ennis was right, damn him, this was turning him on like nothing ever had before. The helplessness, the inability to escape, being so totally at Ennis’s mercy...he hated it, but he loved it, too, and every tug on his bound wrists made the fire sing hotter in his veins.
Ennis's hot mouth traveled down his chest, licking and biting. "Tell me what you want," he growled, mouth fastening on one dark nipple. Jack nearly yelled his name as he felt Ennis’s teeth. He couldn't believe the need that raged through him, leaving him light-headed and dizzy, heartbeat thundering in his ears. He was losing this fight and losing it fast.
"Tell me," Ennis murmured, dipping his tongue into Jack's navel, licking the precome off his smooth skin. Carefully avoiding the aching, throbbing shaft that needed so badly to be touched.
Jack writhed under him, gasping, tugging frantically on the belt that held him securely in place. Drowning in his own need, he tried to buck his hips, to push his straining, dripping cock closer to that hot, wet mouth it craved so desperately. Ennis raised his head. "I'm goin’ a make you beg for it, Jack, one way or another," he said, voice silky with his own arousal. "You know that."
He pushed Jack's legs up and apart and ducked down between them. Jack let out a cry of agonized ecstasy as Ennis sucked his balls into his mouth. He rolled them around with his tongue, slow and teasing, fingers massaging the sensitive spot right underneath them. Jack's vision grayed out, his body engulfed in waves of sweet, piercing fire.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ennis sat back up and gazed down at him, reaching down to drag his fingers almost dreamily through the sweat and precome mingling together in a heady brew on Jack's trembling chest and stomach. He coated his own already slick erection with it, shuddering a little as he touched himself. Then he slipped his hand back beneath Jack's balls and slid two fingers just a little way inside.
Jack gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as fireworks burst inside his tortured body. "Ask me," Ennis ordered, his own voice shaking a little now.
Jack knew that tremble in Ennis’s voice...and the knowledge that Ennis was very near the end of his own endurance made the blood surge even hotter in his veins, inflaming him to the edge of insanity. Then he was bucking and shouting with the unbelievable pleasure as Ennis stroked his swollen prostate. The words burst out, beyond his control now, voice cracking with desperation. "Please...oh, God, Ennis, fuck me, fuck me, please..."
He nearly wept with grateful ecstasy as he felt the head of that big, hard cock push past his sphincter. His back arched, his legs spread wide and oh, God, the sounds, that was his own voice making those desperate, keening sounds... "Ennis, oh, Christ, Ennis, my God, oh my fucking God, Ennis..."
Ennis’s deep guttural groan of triumph as his shaft sank all the way home was more than Jack could stand. He felt his balls draw up and the fireball start to erupt through his groin. Then he was crying out in an agony of frustration as Ennis gripped him hard and squeezed, stopping him right on the edge.
Ennis leaned down, covering Jack’s slick, shaking body with his own, mouth claiming his in a slow, deep hunger. "Not yet," he murmured.
He leaned on one arm, pulling Jack's body sideways toward him. He moved his hips then, still holding Jack's straining, dripping erection hard at the base. Helpless and impaled, Jack couldn't get breath into his lungs from the sheer intensity of the pleasure as Ennis pulled almost all the way back out again, held it for a moment and then plunged back in hard. He'd never seen a look of such dark joy on Ennis’s face. "So good," Ennis muttered feverishly, branding him with the look of fierce possession in his eyes. "You feel so good..."
He rocked back again, held it, thrust back hard. Then he slowly began to speed up, finding his rhythm now, plunging harder and faster and deeper. Jack's grip on reality began to slip sideways, the pleasure so excruciating that he thought he would die. It was as though his entire body had become dry kindling, erupting into flame wherever Ennis's mouth or hands touched him. Utterly filled, utterly possessed, shuddering with every pounding stroke as Ennis's hot, hard cock pistoned mercilessly into him. "Ennis," he heard himself begin to beg. "Ennis...please, Ennis..."
"You're gonna take it now," Ennis growled, biting his neck again, abrading the skin. He took his hand off the base of Jack's cock and lifted up above him. The muscles in his neck were corded with strain. "You're gonna take it all now..."
"Yes..." Jack moaned, feeling Ennis slip his arms under his legs and lift him higher. This was the position Ennis knew was the most unbearable of all, Ennis’s cock fucking him almost straight down, hitting his prostate on every stroke. White fire lapped at the edges of Jack's vision. He couldn't take much more. The pressure was almost agony, his balls tight and hard against his shaft, churning with the desperate need to come. "Please," he gasped. "Please!"
Ennis’s body convulsed and he yelled out in triumph, hips driving forward in one last, tremendous thrust. Jack felt the thick shaft inside him swell and explode, felt Ennis's mouth on his as he gasped and groaned and shuddered through his orgasm. Then it was Jack's turn to hit his limit and he arched up, the fire taking him and ripping his body apart. Ennis kept kissing him, drowning his frantic cries as he came and came and came.
"I love you," he heard Ennis pant through the thick haze of ecstasy. "God, I love you."
Oh, God, he said it...he finally said it... The surge of joy that flooded Jack was so powerful that it pushed his already overstimulated senses into hyperdrive. Breathing hard, still coming down off the endorphin high, Ennis's dragged his fingertips over Jack’s chest and Jack jerked and shuddered as his nipple was touched, gasping in surprise as he felt his balls contract, trying to pump out more come. He heard a soft sound of wonder, then Ennis was stroking his nipples again and watching intently as Jack shook and moaned and convulsed. Ennis kissed him and caressed his belly, down between his legs, across his balls, murmuring his approval as Jack jerked and dribbled helplessly under his touch. "Please," Jack begged at last, "Please... Ennis... Stop..."
Ennis did, reluctantly. He ran his eyes once more over Jack’s beautiful, bound body, soaked with sweat and spattered with his own come. There was a slight note of awe in his voice. "You never did that before."
Jack managed a smile, eyes still closed. "You never tied me up and told me you loved me before, asshole."
"Well, shit, if that's all it takes, I’m gonna get us some handcuffs for sure."
Jack smiled, knowing that Ennis was trying to cover his embarrassment. It was all right with him. He’d heard the words, the words he’d waited fifteen years to hear…and no power on earth could take them away from him now. "Ennis…"
"Mmmm?"
"Ain’t never goin’ a wash this seat again, you know that."
Ennis dissolved into helpless laughter.
Stayin' Put
Title: Cabin Fever III - Stayin' Put
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Teaser: Part III of our boys' week in Don Wroe's cabin. All this, and a bed in the bargain. What could possibly be eating Ennis now...?
Disclaimer: Jack and Ennis are not mine. Neither are any of the other original characters from the wonderful "Brokeback Mountain." They belong to Annie Proulx, and I am only borrowing them for a little while...
Author's Note: Back from Hell, looking to stay awhile. :-)
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Cabin Fever
Cabin Fever II - Breakfast
Ennis awoke to the vague sound of water falling, somewhere. For a moment he thought it might be raining outside, but then he opened his eyes enough to see the thin sliver of morning visible between the dark green plaid curtains that bracketed the cabin’s bedroom window. Still ice-gray at this hour, not suffused yet with the warmer hues that full daylight would bring, the sky was nevertheless completely clear. Not a cloud in sight.
He realized, as his brain slowly surfaced, that the sound he was hearing was the shower running across the hall. He sat up, shoving a hand through his hair, turning to stare with bemused frustration at the rumpled but decidedly vacant space beside him. "Jack fuckin’ Twist," he muttered to himself, probably for the millionth time since he’d met that wild, unruly nineteen year old outside that trailer in Signal back in 1963. "Sonofabitch spends all them years bitchin’ to me ‘bout always havin’ to sleep on that cold fuckin’ ground, I move heaven an’ fuckin’ earth to get ‘im a bed for once and he won’t fuckin’ stay in it!"
It was a goddamned bitch of an unsatisfactory situation, that’s what it was. Ennis flopped back on to the pillow, letting out his breath in a loud, disagreeable whoosh. There was just no dealing with that man. He was just born to be contrary as the day was long, and there was nothing to be done about it.
He shoved his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, determined to enjoy the softness and comfort of the firm mattress and the thick, down-filled quilt. With or without Jack Twist. Unlike that aforementioned idiot, Ennis Del Mar was no fool. Didn’t take much for him to figure out what side of his slice of bread the butter was spread on, that was for sure. And he was going to stay right here, in this warm bed that had taken so much arranging and finagling, that’s what he was going to do. Yes, sir. Whether Jack fuckin’ Twist appreciated it or not.
The white noise of the shower lulled him, the soft hiss oddly hypnotic, the sound reminding him of other times, other places. His mind drifted, remembering that trip to the Grand Tetons, what was it, five years ago now, six? That secluded waterfall they’d discovered near one of the hot spring pools. He remembered the icy pounding of the falling water and the shocking contrast of the heated pool below, great plumes of steam rising from the edges. Remembered how Jack had gotten that mad gleam in his eyes when he’d seen it, stripping off his clothes like he was a kid on Brokeback again, throwing his hat in the air with a whoop loud enough to alert every park ranger for ten miles around. And Ennis remembered how he’d smiled, right from his heart the way only Jack could make him, glad to watch him dive-bomb the surface to make the biggest splash he could. Couldn’t help wondering what he’d have looked like doing that as a little kid - and then, knowing that he’d never had that opportunity, kept his mouth shut about park rangers and the possibility of interruption. Let Jack have his fun.
They hadn’t been interrupted, which turned out to be a very good thing, since after Ennis had joined Jack in the hot pool, they’d contributed some considerable steam of their own.
Ennis shifted restlessly in that warm, suddenly not so comfortable bed. The memories had done their trick - now he couldn’t stop thinking about how that man’s body had looked, naked and straining under the falling water. Couldn’t stop remembering how he’d stood braced behind him, hands sliding over the hard muscles of that chest, listening to Jack’s moans of need vibrate through him, feeling that beautiful ass shoving back against him hungrily, desperately, hearing him beg him to bury himself in that hot, tight velvet sheath that always seemed made just for Ennis…
Ennis swore and got out of bed, padding across the hallway to the bathroom. Jack fuckin’ Twist.
The bathroom door was open a foot or so, and steam was drifting out into the hallway in thick, wet clouds. Ennis entered unobserved, noticing that Jack had left the glass shower door open, too, which gave him an unobstructed view of Jack himself, fading summer tan a pale gold against the cool white of the tiles, lathering soap over his upper arms.
Ennis swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry despite the humidity in the room. He’d seen Jack wash up in camp more times than he could count, and pretty much always had some difficulty looking away…but somehow watching him do this under running water was a hundred times more erotic. Jack was leaning back into the powerful spray, reaching up one hand to rake the soaking black hair out of his half-closed eyes. The water pounded his broad shoulders, splitting around and over them into hot rivulets that snaked down his body, pooling in the hollows and crevices of his hips and belly, spilling out again as he moved. All Ennis could do was gaze, mesmerized, as Jack reached for the soap again and spread the lather across his chest, then moved lower, across his flat, hard stomach, down the insides of his thighs. Ennis couldn’t move, couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched those long fingers trail white suds through the soaking dark curls at the base of his cock, then drift up again over his chest.
By the time he realized that Jack’s ministrations were much too slow for the simple task of washing himself, it was too late to escape and far too late to look away. Caught like a fly in a vat of honey, Ennis could only stare helplessly as Jack brushed the fingertips of one hand over his nipples, which he knew from long experience were hard wired to his lover’s cock in a spectacular way, and those blue eyes closed completely, lashes brushing wet and dark over his cheeks. His head fell back against the tile, mouth working soundlessly. Then his right hand closed over the base of his hardening erection and began to stroke, and Ennis stopped breathing.
God, he’s so fuckin’ beautiful.
There just wasn’t any other word that could describe what he was seeing, flood him with embarrassment though it did to think that he found a man’s body beautiful. Ennis stood there, rooted to the spot, listening to his own breath rasp loud in his ears, completely unable to stop himself from watching. Jack braced his thighs apart, head tilting down now to stare at his own cock as it moved in and out of his soap-slick fist. The sight tore a low moan from Ennis’s throat, the blood pooling savagely hot and heavy in his groin. He found himself wondering wildly what Jack was thinking about - and hoping with a fervor that bordered on desperation that it was him, that he was the one inspiring this almost unbearably erotic sight. God knew he’d stood in showers enough times and thought about Jack until he’d pushed himself to the edge of distraction, the way Jack’s strong hands clutched at him, hard enough to leave bruises when Ennis stroked hard and deep inside him, the wild magic of his mouth sliding up and down Ennis’s straining cock, the hot tight heaven of that bucking, convulsing body. He wanted to shout at him, to demand the truth. He didn’t think he could bear it if Jack was thinking on somebody else…
He must have moved without realizing it, then, because Jack caught it. He lifted his head slowly, movements thickened and slowed by arousal, and locked startled eyes with Ennis. A hard jolt went though Ennis like an electric current, it reminded him so vividly of that day outside his apartment in Riverton in 1967. When he’d grabbed Jack and shoved him against the wall under the stairwell, kissing him with all the explosive passion and need of four long years of separation. Jack’s eyes had looked the same way then; drowned, overwhelmed, almost bewildered by the force of what he was feeling, what Ennis’s desperate kisses were doing to him.
"Don’t stop," Ennis heard his own voice grinding out.
Jack stared at him. "Ennis…"
"Don’t stop. I want…" Ennis swallowed, hard, unable to stop the words. "Want to watch you."
He saw dark flame light up in those eyes, saw the high color spread over Jack’s cheekbones. Saw his head start to shake. "I…I cain’t…"
Ennis stepped into the shower, moving forward under the water, taking Jack’s face in his hands and kissing his mouth lingeringly. "Yeah, you can," he said. "Do it for me."
He reached down and closed his hand over Jack’s. "Like this..."
Jack moaned, eyes closing as Ennis moved both their hands up and down over his cock. "Christ, Ennis…"
"That's it, darlin’," Ennis murmured. "Jes’ like that."
Jack whimpered helplessly, unable to fight the strength of his need, the nearness of Ennis undoing him as it always had. Ennis felt the dark thrill of victory as he felt his lover’s body go pliant under his hands, leaning back against the tiles and letting Ennis do whatever he wanted to him. He lifted his chin as Ennis nuzzled in tight at the corner of his jaw, allowing lips and tongue to trace a long wet line down the corded sinews of his neck. Close in like this, Ennis could feel the shudders running through Jack’s body, and responded by tightening his fingers over Jack’s hand, forcing him to stroke himself harder, faster. He lowered his mouth to Jack’s nipple, sucking and biting, and Jack arched into it, so far gone he never realized when Ennis took his hand away and left him to finish alone what he’d started.
Ennis lifted his head, watching. Jack was still leaning back against the tiles, head back, breath coming in short panting gasps. Ennis gazed down at Jack’s cock, incredibly hard, the steady stream of pre-come that oozed from the tip sluiced away instantly by the pounding sheet of water. He loved the sight of the tight, swollen head appearing and disappearing as Jack’s fist moved up and down. His own erection throbbed for attention, hard and twitching from the nearness of Jack’s body, but he held himself off with the iron control of long practice, not wanting to miss a second of Jack pleasuring himself.
It wouldn't be long now. Ennis could see Jack’s stomach muscles tensing, the tremors running down his thighs. He leaned in again, whispering against his ear. "Jack," he said softly, wanting to see that look again, that beautiful, lost, drowned look. "Look at me."
Jack moaned deep in his throat. His head came down and he gazed at Ennis, eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Come for me, darlin’," Ennis encouraged. "Let it go."
He could see Jack trying to form words, knew he couldn’t because the pleasure was too intense. His eyes pleaded with Ennis to help him, to touch him, but Ennis just smiled.
"No...you gotta do this on your own, darlin’. Want a see you shoot for me. Then you c’n have anythin’ you want. Anythin’."
Jack’s eyes went wide, the words tipping him over the edge. His free hand smacked back hard against the tile, hips jackknifing up, groaning and gasping uncontrollably as his orgasm boiled up inside him. Ennis grabbed his cock at the last moment and aimed him so that Jack showered his belly and dick with his hot cream. Then he leaned in and bit down hard on the tender skin where Jack’s neck met his shoulder. "Look what you did," he growled.
Jack stared down, eyes darkening at the sight. With a soft groan he sank to his knees and caught Ennis’s hips in a grip like iron, pulling him close, sucking and licking his spunk off Ennis’s skin. Sucking harder and harder, teeth leaving marks of possession, the sparking pain pushing Ennis to the point of no return. He tangled his fingers in Jack’s soaking dark hair, choking out his name, Jack Jack Jack, and Jack heard the surrender, opened his mouth and engulfed him, swallowing him down. And Ennis knew who had the power now, knew it deep in the core of him as his eyes closed and his body convulsed and he came for Jack in return, gave it all to him, over and over down that hot tight throat. The scales balanced even once more.
He stumbled, legs weak, leaning on the tile for support, felt Jack slide up again to his feet and strong arms go around him. Raised his head, seeking Jack’s mouth, the heat of his body against him, the water pounding down over them like that faraway waterfall, washing them clean.
* * * * *
As usual, Ennis was dressed and ready to go in five minutes - but then wound up waiting, as usual, for Jack, who was still pottering around in the bathroom doing God knew what. Jack had always been a mite slow getting himself ready, a tendency that had compounded itself during the years as he got more money and hence more shirts to choose from, and now that there were four walls and actual plumbing to contend with, Ennis figured he might well be in there forever. The whole situation baffled Ennis, who barely spared bathroom mirrors a thought, figuring that they existed for the sole purpose of preventing serious injury while shaving. He just plain couldn’t fathom what Jack could possibly find to do in there - although he had to admit it didn’t frustrate and annoy him near as badly as when Alma had done this all the time, back when he’d been married.
His mouth twitched in silent amusement at the comparison. Might be smarter to keep that one to himself, if he didn’t want to find himself on the business end of Jack’s boot.
Across the hall, Jack had started singing. Ennis sighed and sat down on the bed, resigned to at least four choruses of the song Jack was leading off with: "Drop Kick Me Jesus Through the Goal Posts of Life." In recent years Jack had made a hobby of collecting songs with the worst lyrics he could find, saying it gave him something to do during the endless hours on the road while he was driving all over Texas for Newsome Farm Equipment. He took great delight in bringing out the new ones during their trips, never failing to crack Ennis up while they were passing the whiskey bottle back and forth over the fire with titles like "If You Won’t Leave Me Alone I’ll Find Somebody Else Who Will" and "You’re The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly." Jack had a pretty good voice, and his tendency to get louder and louder and slide off the note more and more the drunker he got, only made the delivery funnier. Or maybe Ennis was just so shitfaced himself by then that it just seemed that way. Jack never seemed to learn more than a couple of verses at best of any one song, either, so he usually had to resort to making up the rest, but Ennis had to admit he was pretty good at it. Something else that got funnier the more the nights wore on and the more they drank.
Right now, however, there was no fire, no whiskey and Ennis was getting hungry, restless and impatient. He managed to sit through "How Come Your Dog Don’t Bite Nobody But Me?" and "I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling," but when Jack launched into "How Can I Miss You If You Won’t Go Away?" he gave up. "Gonna be time for lunch soon, Twist!" he announced, getting up off the bed and heading down the hall toward the door. "Them horses ain’t gonna feed themselves!"
"It’s only eight o’clock in the mornin’, what are you talkin’ about lunch for?" Still barefoot and clad only in his jeans, Jack came padding after him, catching him before he could open the door. He took Ennis’s hat out of his hands, hung it back up and steered him toward the kitchen instead. "C’mon, Ennis. Got up early just so as I c’ld take my turn and get you to quit your bitchin’, no sense in wastin’ all that effort now."
"Horse’s’re gonna be bitchin’ too, you don’t get your ass out there pretty quick, Twist. What the hell do you find to do in there that takes so damn long?"
Jack grinned. "Don’t see you complainin’ at the results."
Ennis had no idea how to respond to that, so he just grunted and turned away toward the coffee pot. Jack came up behind him, sliding his arms around him. "Not that it were really a waste o’ anythin’, as it turns out…"
Ennis grunted again, trying to keep up the pretense at gruffness, but Jack saw the smile that he couldn’t keep from lifting the corners of his mouth, and laughed out loud, shoving Ennis into the counter playfully. "And may I say, Ennis Del Mar, that I’m mighty glad you’re the kind o’ man who always keeps his promises."
He got Ennis with that one. He turned his head, confused. "Huh?"
Jack grinned again, winked at him, and left the kitchen, strains of "I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me" floating back down the hall. Shaking his head, Ennis took refuge in something easier to understand, like making coffee. He had long since given up trying to figure Jack out when he started off down one of those incomprehensible detours off the main road that mind of his was so fond of taking. He’d learned to just keep quiet and nod at what seemed to be the appropriate intervals, and Jack never seemed to notice that he’d never actually contributed anything concrete to the discussion. Then again, Jack could talk enough for the both of them and six other people in the bargain, especially when he went off on one of his rants. It never bothered Ennis a bit to listen to him, though, no matter whether he was philosophizing or complaining or just shooting the breeze, because when it came down to it, it wasn’t about the words. The simple truth was, he just liked to hear the sound of Jack’s voice, soaking it up, preserving it in his mind and heart to take out and remember during the long months of silence in between.
And in any case, there was something else he’d learned…a complaining Jack Twist was a contented Jack Twist, and if you solved his problem for him he’d only look around and find something else to bitch about.
Just about the time he had breakfast ready he heard Jack come back in, stamping the snow off his boots on the porch boards, muttering up a storm under his breath. "Snow sure is pretty, but, damn, it’s cold. Feet near froze on me an’ I never even stood still for a minute." He stripped off his gloves, blowing on his hands and rubbing them together.
"Hell, this ain’t cold." Ennis snorted, handing him a hot mug of coffee to wrap his hands around. He tried unsuccessfully to suppress a grin when he noticed the snow had even found Jack’s mustache. "You’re gettin’ soft, Twist, all there is to it."
Jack smirked back. "Not on your cookin’, I ain’t."
"Tell you what, I won’t make you eat it, then." Ennis grabbed for the laden plate he had just put down, but Jack was faster, whisking it up and out of reach with a deft snap of the wrist, dodging to the other side of the table where even Ennis’s long arms couldn’t reach him.
He grinned at Ennis round a mouth full of bacon. "I may be gettin’ soft, but I’m still faster’n you where it counts, Del Mar."
Ennis snorted. "Don’t make me come over there an’ prove you wrong."
Jack’s grin just got wider. Ennis gave up, shaking his head, and poured himself a mug of coffee. He glanced over at Jack, who had taken a chair at the table and was still eating bacon with his fingers. "You want a fork there, Jack, or should I just put that in a feedbag for you?"
Jack exploded into laughter. Then he started turning red, and pretty soon Ennis caught on and was banging on his back to dislodge the large chunk of bacon that had taken a wrong turn on the way down.
* * * * *
They took the horses out after breakfast, giving them a chance to stretch their legs. The pine forests looked like a frozen fairyland, the snow as thick as the icing on a wedding cake, ice dangling from the branches of the pines like necklaces of fine crystal. The air was clean and bright, the pale sunlight slanting down through the trees, and the horses made clouds of steam when they breathed. Ennis was chilled to the bone, flexing his hands and feet to keep the feeling from going out of them, and he knew his nose and cheeks were red from the cold, but he couldn’t have been happier, riding along beside Jack, listening to him wax poetic about Bobby’s season so far in his high school football squad. Jack had said once that he never wanted kids, but Ennis could tell just from the way he always talked about him that he loved his son and would always do his best by him, no matter what. He talked about other things, too…stories of the things and people he encountered during his travels on the road, the good and the strange, and the secret charge he got out of how his sales figures regularly put LD’s previous records as a salesman to shame. "Had to go collect an award just last month," he said, trying to be cool about it but underneath it all, Ennis knew he was smirking like a little boy. "Big dinner, fancy suits, speeches, the whole nine yards. Best part, though - LD’s chairman of the association, had to present the award to me himself. Jus’ about killed him dead, I swear."
By the time they put the horses away, it was past noon, and they headed back to the cabin for lunch, Ennis making a big deal on the way out of how Jack hadn’t done as good a job of shoveling the path as he could have. Jack stopped him in mid-sentence by sneaking up behind him and jamming a big ball of half melted slush down the back of his shirt, and then Ennis tackled Jack and knocked him on his back in a snowbank, and war broke out for a while. But neither of them were kids any more, although they were laughing and hollering loud enough for it, and they tired sooner than they wanted to. Too exhausted and wet and freezing cold to throw one more snowball, they trudged inside, still laughing and shoving each other, stripping off their sodden clothing in the bathroom, and Ennis ran a hot bath, wanting more than anything for Jack to join him but not knowing how to ask. Jack surprised him by knowing, though, as he often did - and as Ennis lay back in the steamy water, his arms wrapped securely around the one he loved, he thought this was the closest to heaven a man like him was ever likely to get.
* * * * *
When he awoke, the water was stone cold…and Jack was gone again.
Jack fuckin’ Twist. Where had he gotten to? Why couldn’t that boy just stay put for a change?
Managing to fume and shiver convulsively at the same time, he splashed water over the floor of the bathroom as he grabbed for a towel to rub the chill out of his skin. He padded across the hall, found dry clothes, jammed on boots and hat, snatched a beer out of the icebox and then went looking for Jack.
On the front porch, he was greeted by a sight that did more to warm him than a shot of whiskey. Jack had the hood of his truck propped open and was bent over, reaching down into the engine. Ennis was instantly, helplessly riveted to the sight of Jack’s ass, muscles straining tight against the denim, pointed right at him as if inviting him to…
Fuck, he needed that beer.
As he popped the top and took a welcome swallow, he heard the clanging noise of metal striking metal, and Jack’s muffled curse. Jack went up on his toes then, reaching even further down into the engine cavity, spreading his legs further apart so he wouldn’t lose his balance and fall. Ennis groaned inwardly at the move, unable to take his eyes off the seam of Jack’s jeans where it ran down his ass and disappeared between his legs. He took the porch steps slowly, moving closer, his fingers itching to slide down over that seam, to squeeze the hard bulge he knew he would find, feel it stiffen and grow under his caresses. Longing to unfasten those pants, slide the zipper down, slip his hand inside...
"Hey, Ennis, wanna give me a hand?"
Ennis jumped, gave Jack a deer-in-headlights stare. So intent had he been on fantasizing about what he wanted to do to Jack’s ass, he hadn’t realized the object of his attention had turned around and seen him. Jack saw his expression, didn’t miss the significance, his eyes flickering down over Ennis’s body and spotting the telltale bulge in the front of his jeans. His brows rose ever so slightly, and then he gave a knowing smirk, unable to resist giving a quick shimmy of his ass as he returned his attention to the engine like nothing had happened. "You wanna hand me a wrench out of my toolbox back there?"
Ennis stared at him. So that was how he wanted it, was it? Well, two could play at that game.
He grabbed a wrench out of the toolbox and came up close behind Jack, bending over to see what he was doing. "Havin’ trouble down there?"
Jack was making grunting noises, trying to loosen a nut. "You c’ld say. Damn thing’s on so tight I cain’t get it loose. Boy who put this on must have arms like iron."
"Tight is good," Ennis murmured, heat stirring again in his groin as he deliberately slid the business end of the wrench down over Jack's ass and down between his thighs. He couldn't get the image of him in the shower out of his mind, how beautiful his body had been with the water pounding over it, couldn't stop thinking of the way he’d stroked himself, the blood stirring sounds of his arousal. God, Ennis wanted to touch him now, and with a lot more than just a damn tool. Wanted to rip off the denim that separated them and take him hard, right there against the truck.
Jack stiffened under the metal caress, shooting a look over his shoulder. "Ennis, that ain’t the kind of help I meant."
"Sure am sorry to hear that, Jack," Ennis said, leaning in again over his back, close enough for Jack to feel his hot breath. His tongue snaked out and licked Jack's neck right behind his ear. Jack made a muffled sound and a shiver ran through his body. Ennis grinned. "Still want that wrench?"
Jack shifted, jamming his ass back without warning, grinding it against Ennis’s crotch in a slow, brutally sensuous circle. "Thanks," he said sweetly, snatching the wrench from Ennis’s suddenly unresisting fingers.
It felt so good Ennis almost grabbed Jack’s hips to hold him there, wanting to prolong the delicious contact, let that sweet ass keep sending shivery sparks of pleasure up his spine. But dammit, that wouldn't do - Jack would never let him hear the end of it if he won that easily.
He reluctantly let Jack move away again, watching as he bent over and reached down into the engine with the wrench. He considered the waistband of Jack’s jeans for a moment, then swiftly pulled Jack’s shirt out of his jeans and placed the wet, cold bottom of the beer can on the naked skin at the small of his back.
Jack hissed with surprise, almost banging his head on the truck hood as he shot upright and twisted around. "Jesus Christ, Ennis, what the hell are you doin’?" Ennis tried to look sheepish, but he couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth down far enough. He couldn’t help noticing that although he sounded royally pissed off, the look in Jack’s eyes held more heat than anger.
Jack stared at him for a moment, then, holding Ennis’s smirking eyes with his own, he reached out and deliberately stroked his fingers over the hardening bulge in Ennis’s jeans. Ennis fought to keep his eyes from closing, feeling his cock twitch and pulse under Jack’s knowing ministrations.
Then he was gasping with pain as Jack took advantage of his distraction, closing his fingers over Ennis’s balls and squeezing. Just hard enough to show he meant business.
"Shit, Jack! Watch what you’re doin’ there, boy!"
It was Jack’s turn to smirk. Ennis lowered his head and gave him his best glower, folding his arms. They faced each other off for a moment, and when Jack didn’t move, it gradually dawned on Ennis that, unexpectedly, he’d won. Jack had painted himself into a corner with that last maneuver…there was no way he was going to risk turning his back on Ennis now…
He waited another beat, and then said, "Gonna get that wrench, Jack? Think you dropped it in there somewhere…"
He saw Jack hesitate, knowing what would happen the second he turned around. Ennis let his mouth curve up in a smile, and Jack sighed, admitting defeat. He made a big show out of squaring his shoulders and turning back to the truck, acting like he knew he was going to his doom for sure…then spoiled the effect by throwing a steamy glance over his shoulder before leaning into the engine cavity to retrieve the wrench.
Heat shot through Ennis’s body as he stepped forward and roughly shoved Jack’s legs apart with his knee. He clamped his hand on Jack’s hip, holding him in place, for a wild moment thinking he would rip off Jack’s jeans and take him right there, without preamble. The thought set every nerve in his body on fire, the head rush leaving him flushed and struggling not to pant out loud - and it inflamed him even more that Jack was right there with him, thinking the same thing and wanting it just as much, hard as a steel pipe even before Ennis's other hand slipped through his thighs and stroked firmly over his cock and balls. He felt Jack jerk violently under his hand, shoving his ass backward, wanting Ennis to do it, just do it, do it now...
Ennis worked him over with merciless fingers that knew every sensitive, vulnerable spot, feeling Jack’s body tremble and go rigid with the effort of keeping his knees from buckling. Hungry for the feel of Jack under his fingers, Ennis pushed up his shirt, baring the small of his back again, and took a swallow of beer, dribbling it out of his mouth on to Jack’s skin. Jack jumped but before he could move, Ennis was bending down behind him, gripping his hips and pinning him to the car, dragging his mouth like a starving man over the patch of exposed skin. Tasting beer and the tang of fresh sweat, inhaling Jack’s hot scent as his lover jumped and shuddered underneath him. He kept working him over with his lips and tongue, pulling his jeans down as far back as they would go, tantalizing him with promises of things to come. God, Jack's ass was already clenching, he could see the muscles working, reacting helplessly to the nearness of Ennis’s tongue. Ennis’s cock throbbed painfully in response.
Ennis stood back at last, pulling Jack upright with him. Jack turned slowly toward him, moving like a sleepwalker. The moment Ennis could see his face, he understood why.
Jack’s cheeks were flushed with arousal, the gaze he lifted to Ennis’s face slightly unfocused, pupils so dilated his eyes were almost black. His hair was a rumpled dark mass, and...God...he was beautiful. Ransack his brain as he might, like he had that morning in the shower, it was the only word he could find that fit. Ennis stared at him, torn between the twin desires of looking at him and reaching out to grab him. Then Jack slowly looked down at himself, and Ennis saw the spreading wet spot on the front of his lover’s jeans.
Ennis lost it. He took a half step forward and his hand came up under Jack’s hair, tangling in its thick dark silk and hauling his head back almost painfully. He kissed him savagely, branding his mouth with possession, communicating with the bruising force of that contact the other things he wanted, needed to do. Now.
Jack torqued in his arms, breaking the kiss to savage Ennis’s neck and shoulder, hands gripping him underneath his ribs with force enough to bruise. His breath hissed out as Ennis’s fingers found his zipper, swiftly pulling it down. Ennis was in the grip of that hunger now, that maddening fiery ache deep inside him that this, God, only this could cure. He yanked Jack’s head back up and covered his mouth with his own, heard Jack swallow a deep groan as he slipped his hand into the opened front of Jack’s jeans and wrapped his fingers around his hot, heavy, more than ready shaft.
"So wet," Ennis murmured into his mouth, sliding his hand up and down until his fist was gliding freely over the coating of pre-come. "Want a taste you, Jack."
"Me first," Jack managed to gasp. Before Ennis could react, Jack had grabbed him and swung him around, pushing him back against truck so hard he almost dented the metal. Ennis started to protest but the words died in his throat as Jack pinned him in place, tore off his belt, ripped down the zipper and shoved his jeans down around his feet. Ennis’s head went back, body shuddering as Jack gripped his cock and took it down his throat in one smooth move.
Oh, God, it was so good... He wanted to tell Jack how good it was, how utterly fucking incredible his hot wet mouth felt on his burning shaft, but the pleasure was so intense all he could form were groans and whimpers. Jack raised his head, dragging his mouth up to the head of Ennis’s cock, keeping up the suction the whole way. He swirled his tongue around the tip, probing the sensitive slit and producing convulsive moans and shudders, teasing and torturing the mass of nerve endings just under the head. Ennis's fingers tangled in his hair, hips rocking forward, trying to force his mouth back where he wanted it. He felt Jack's free hand slide between his legs, lightly caressing his balls, then finding his target, that incredibly responsive spot right behind them. Ennis's breath gasped out as he saw stars, those fingers massaging him relentlessly, turning his whole body into a lake of fire. When Jack deep-throated him again he knew it was over, his balls churning, thrusting into Jack’s mouth in complete abandon. Oh, my fucking God, please, one more, just one more...
Then he felt Jack’s hand wrap around the base of his straining cock and squeeze, hard, stopping his impending climax in its tracks. His eyes flew open in protest as Jack's hot mouth left him and he straightened up, kissing him hard. Ennis frantically tried to pull him closer, to grind his aching cock against him. God, he needed to come so bad... "Jack, please..."
"Please what?" Jack's eyes burned into his, the color of the sky on fire.
Ennis grabbed him in a grip like a vise and turned him, pushing him face-first against the car. He ripped down Jack’s jeans and stared at that beautiful ass for a moment before stepping up right behind him and slipping his throbbing erection between Jack’s legs. The friction was so unbearably wonderful it almost undid him for a moment, he had to hold still, fighting for control. He knew it was affecting Jack the same way - his lover’s dark head dropped forward, and Ennis could feel the deep shudder of pleasure rock through his body as he felt that hot, hard length so near, and yet so far away from where he so desperately needed it to be. "Yeah," Ennis ground out, his breath hot beside Jack's ear, his hand reaching around the front to grip Jack's iron hard erection and squeeze it teasingly, maddeningly. He rocked his body, feeling the hot slide of Jack’s flesh drag deliciously at his cock. "You want that, don't you. That's what you want."
His eyes caught the discarded can of beer, lying abandoned in the snow. He grabbed it and took a quick swallow, then grabbed Jack and wrenched open the driver’s door of the truck. He forced Jack down until he was bent over the seat, and began to pour cold beer over that luscious ass.
Jack hissed and squirmed in protest but Ennis held him still and made him take it. Then he put the bottle aside and began to follow the trail of beer with his tongue.
"Oh, God, Ennis, please, oh, God, yes, don't stop, oh please, Ennis, Ennis..." Jack babbled, panting and squirming as Ennis’s knowing tongue sent a thousand electric shocks shooting up his spine. He spread his legs wide, moaning continuously now, forcing his ass back against Ennis's mouth in mindless abandon. "So good, so good, so good..." Ennis was fucking him with his tongue now and Jack's cock was so hard it was flat against his belly, leaking pre-come in a steady stream. It trickled down so far that Ennis could taste it, and knowing that Jack knew that made the blood surge even hotter and darker in his veins.
Ennis spotted him reaching down to stroke himself, ease the pressure, and was up over him instantly, dragging him upright, smacking his hand away. "That's mine," he growled, biting down hard on Jack’s earlobe. "You touch that again and I'll fix you so you can't."
Jack would have pleaded with him but all the breath left his body as Ennis shoved two wet fingers up inside him. He made a strangled sound and bucked his hips back, impaling himself as far as he could go. Ennis pulled him tight against his chest with his free hand, and when Jack's head fell back helplessly on to his shoulder, he turned and kissed him deep and hard. "Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me what you want."
Jack stared at him through those drowned blue eyes, struggling to form the words. "Tell me!" Ennis insisted, finding that magic spot deep inside him and stroking it relentlessly. Jack cried out as lightning shattered his body, graying out his vision and leaving him gasping for breath.
Ennis dragged his lips and tongue over the skin under Jack's ear. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against Jack's neck that Jack almost felt more than heard.
"Fuck me," Jack moaned, feeling his cock jerk with every brush of Ennis’s fingers over his prostate. "Fuck me, please..."
And at that precise moment, it started to snow. Hard.
Ennis stared up at the sky as thick, cold, wet pieces of it began to splatter down on to his exposed thighs and ass. He let his head fall forward, the sweat on his forehead mingling with the rivulets running down the back of Jack’s neck. Jack’s hair smelled of the soap he had been using that morning in the shower, and the association made Ennis’s arm tighten around his chest in frustration. He could feel Jack’s ribs heave as he struggled to get his breathing under control.
"Bud…"
"Ennis, gotta close the hood, lemme go…" Jack wriggled free of Ennis’s arms, bent down to grab his jeans and pull them back up, moving to slip past Ennis and head for the…
No way. No fuckin’ way.
Not this time, a voice in Ennis’s head said, firmly. This time, Jack fuckin’ Twist was stayin’ put, whether he wanted to or not.
He caught Jack from behind as he slammed the hood shut, surprising him with the grip of a bear around his waist. Jack was too startled to argue as Ennis practically lifted him off his feet, dragging him past the driver’s seat, yanking open the back door of the Ford 150’s crew cab. "Get in," he growled.
Jack turned into him, shooting him an unsure glance. "Ennis, what the fuck’s gotten into you…? I swear I ain’t even used the phone today…"
Ennis let out a growl of frustration and practically ripped off Jack’s parka. He hoisted him up then, shoving him back on to the narrow seat. Jack scrambled backwards, eyes wide, reached behind him for the door handle on the other side of the cab. Ennis spotted the move and hauled him back, sitting on his legs and pinning him down. Jack’s back hit the seat and he struggled, but he had all the leverage of a landed fish. He shrank back involuntarily as Ennis loomed up over him, but Ennis was a man on a mission. In one swift move he had Jack’s belt out of its loops and was hauling Jack’s arms above his head. Before he could even figure out what was happening, Jack’s wrists were tied together and Ennis had fastened the end of the loop through the open hole in the arm rest.
Jack’s eyes shot wide open. He struggled to free himself, but the belt held fast. "Ennis, what the fuck do you think you’re doin’? Ennis! Let me up, you shithead! Of all the stupid fuckin’ stunts…"
Ennis folded his arms, glowering down at him. "You want me to gag you, too, Jack?"
His expression left no doubt that he was absolutely prepared to follow through on the threat. Jack opened his mouth, thought better of it and closed it again. "Good," Ennis muttered, roughly yanking off Jack’s boots and dropping them on the floor, following them a moment later with his jeans. "You might not have noticed it, but you’ve been disappearin’ on me for two fuckin’ days. This time, you ain’t goin’ nowhere."
Jack stared mutely as Ennis shoved his legs apart and moved between them. He leaned forward, slowly and deliberately unbuttoning Jack’s shirt and peeling it back. Then Ennis sat back on his heels, his eyes sweeping Jack’s body with an expression of such burning and obvious intent that Jack felt the blood rush to his groin, leaving him hard and throbbing. He was suddenly acutely, incredibly aware that he was spread out bound and naked before Ennis like a feast. Completely and utterly helpless. Ennis could do anything he wanted with him - and there wouldn't be anything he could do to stop him.
Ennis’s gaze traveled down over Jack’s chest, falling on his raging erection, at the puddle of precome that had begun to glisten on the taut muscles of his abdomen. He studied the way it painted the dark trail of hair. It was a long time before he spoke, and when he did, his voice was very soft, almost vibrating with the impact of what he was seeing before him. "Well, whaddya know. You like this."
Jack flushed to the roots of his hair. "Let me go, you shithead, and I’ll make you eat that."
But Ennis's eyes were glowing like he'd found a new toy. He trailed his fingers down the hard quivering line of Jack's cock and underneath his aching balls. He watched Jack’s face, his own splitting into a dark grin. "Oh, yeah. You like this a lot."
Jack glared at him, but angry and embarrassed as he was, he still couldn't stop his deep groan as Ennis’s fingers brushed over his puckered entrance and lingered there, moving in slow, caressing circles. His cock jerked and throbbed in helpless anticipation, oozing another stream of pearly precome. Ennis scooped it up on his fingers, holding Jack’s burning stare with his own as he slowly and deliberately raised them to his mouth and licked them clean.
Jack whimpered, embarrassment forgotten, dragging uselessly on his bonds.
Ennis leaned over him, all smoldering fire now. He kissed Jack’s mouth, making him taste himself. "This is goin’ a be fun," his voice rumbled in Jack’s ear, making Jack shiver as he licked his earlobe.
"Ennis," Jack whispered, fighting the heat that pounded through his body. "We...we have to...I have to..."
His back arched and his breath hissed out as Ennis bit into his neck and sucked hard. He yanked at the belt that held him in place, was instantly dismayed at how the feel of being tied in place sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin. Ennis was right, damn him, this was turning him on like nothing ever had before. The helplessness, the inability to escape, being so totally at Ennis’s mercy...he hated it, but he loved it, too, and every tug on his bound wrists made the fire sing hotter in his veins.
Ennis's hot mouth traveled down his chest, licking and biting. "Tell me what you want," he growled, mouth fastening on one dark nipple. Jack nearly yelled his name as he felt Ennis’s teeth. He couldn't believe the need that raged through him, leaving him light-headed and dizzy, heartbeat thundering in his ears. He was losing this fight and losing it fast.
"Tell me," Ennis murmured, dipping his tongue into Jack's navel, licking the precome off his smooth skin. Carefully avoiding the aching, throbbing shaft that needed so badly to be touched.
Jack writhed under him, gasping, tugging frantically on the belt that held him securely in place. Drowning in his own need, he tried to buck his hips, to push his straining, dripping cock closer to that hot, wet mouth it craved so desperately. Ennis raised his head. "I'm goin’ a make you beg for it, Jack, one way or another," he said, voice silky with his own arousal. "You know that."
He pushed Jack's legs up and apart and ducked down between them. Jack let out a cry of agonized ecstasy as Ennis sucked his balls into his mouth. He rolled them around with his tongue, slow and teasing, fingers massaging the sensitive spot right underneath them. Jack's vision grayed out, his body engulfed in waves of sweet, piercing fire.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ennis sat back up and gazed down at him, reaching down to drag his fingers almost dreamily through the sweat and precome mingling together in a heady brew on Jack's trembling chest and stomach. He coated his own already slick erection with it, shuddering a little as he touched himself. Then he slipped his hand back beneath Jack's balls and slid two fingers just a little way inside.
Jack gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as fireworks burst inside his tortured body. "Ask me," Ennis ordered, his own voice shaking a little now.
Jack knew that tremble in Ennis’s voice...and the knowledge that Ennis was very near the end of his own endurance made the blood surge even hotter in his veins, inflaming him to the edge of insanity. Then he was bucking and shouting with the unbelievable pleasure as Ennis stroked his swollen prostate. The words burst out, beyond his control now, voice cracking with desperation. "Please...oh, God, Ennis, fuck me, fuck me, please..."
He nearly wept with grateful ecstasy as he felt the head of that big, hard cock push past his sphincter. His back arched, his legs spread wide and oh, God, the sounds, that was his own voice making those desperate, keening sounds... "Ennis, oh, Christ, Ennis, my God, oh my fucking God, Ennis..."
Ennis’s deep guttural groan of triumph as his shaft sank all the way home was more than Jack could stand. He felt his balls draw up and the fireball start to erupt through his groin. Then he was crying out in an agony of frustration as Ennis gripped him hard and squeezed, stopping him right on the edge.
Ennis leaned down, covering Jack’s slick, shaking body with his own, mouth claiming his in a slow, deep hunger. "Not yet," he murmured.
He leaned on one arm, pulling Jack's body sideways toward him. He moved his hips then, still holding Jack's straining, dripping erection hard at the base. Helpless and impaled, Jack couldn't get breath into his lungs from the sheer intensity of the pleasure as Ennis pulled almost all the way back out again, held it for a moment and then plunged back in hard. He'd never seen a look of such dark joy on Ennis’s face. "So good," Ennis muttered feverishly, branding him with the look of fierce possession in his eyes. "You feel so good..."
He rocked back again, held it, thrust back hard. Then he slowly began to speed up, finding his rhythm now, plunging harder and faster and deeper. Jack's grip on reality began to slip sideways, the pleasure so excruciating that he thought he would die. It was as though his entire body had become dry kindling, erupting into flame wherever Ennis's mouth or hands touched him. Utterly filled, utterly possessed, shuddering with every pounding stroke as Ennis's hot, hard cock pistoned mercilessly into him. "Ennis," he heard himself begin to beg. "Ennis...please, Ennis..."
"You're gonna take it now," Ennis growled, biting his neck again, abrading the skin. He took his hand off the base of Jack's cock and lifted up above him. The muscles in his neck were corded with strain. "You're gonna take it all now..."
"Yes..." Jack moaned, feeling Ennis slip his arms under his legs and lift him higher. This was the position Ennis knew was the most unbearable of all, Ennis’s cock fucking him almost straight down, hitting his prostate on every stroke. White fire lapped at the edges of Jack's vision. He couldn't take much more. The pressure was almost agony, his balls tight and hard against his shaft, churning with the desperate need to come. "Please," he gasped. "Please!"
Ennis’s body convulsed and he yelled out in triumph, hips driving forward in one last, tremendous thrust. Jack felt the thick shaft inside him swell and explode, felt Ennis's mouth on his as he gasped and groaned and shuddered through his orgasm. Then it was Jack's turn to hit his limit and he arched up, the fire taking him and ripping his body apart. Ennis kept kissing him, drowning his frantic cries as he came and came and came.
"I love you," he heard Ennis pant through the thick haze of ecstasy. "God, I love you."
Oh, God, he said it...he finally said it... The surge of joy that flooded Jack was so powerful that it pushed his already overstimulated senses into hyperdrive. Breathing hard, still coming down off the endorphin high, Ennis's dragged his fingertips over Jack’s chest and Jack jerked and shuddered as his nipple was touched, gasping in surprise as he felt his balls contract, trying to pump out more come. He heard a soft sound of wonder, then Ennis was stroking his nipples again and watching intently as Jack shook and moaned and convulsed. Ennis kissed him and caressed his belly, down between his legs, across his balls, murmuring his approval as Jack jerked and dribbled helplessly under his touch. "Please," Jack begged at last, "Please... Ennis... Stop..."
Ennis did, reluctantly. He ran his eyes once more over Jack’s beautiful, bound body, soaked with sweat and spattered with his own come. There was a slight note of awe in his voice. "You never did that before."
Jack managed a smile, eyes still closed. "You never tied me up and told me you loved me before, asshole."
"Well, shit, if that's all it takes, I’m gonna get us some handcuffs for sure."
Jack smiled, knowing that Ennis was trying to cover his embarrassment. It was all right with him. He’d heard the words, the words he’d waited fifteen years to hear…and no power on earth could take them away from him now. "Ennis…"
"Mmmm?"
"Ain’t never goin’ a wash this seat again, you know that."
Ennis dissolved into helpless laughter.