Title: Recompense
Fandom: Brokeback Mountain
Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Rating: R
Summary: Which made a better punishment, the punch or the kiss? Riding the bull or hitting the ground? All his depthless want and his stupid love and all that going-nowhere hope.
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You're a real belligerent motherfucker, Ennis Del Mar. )
How (with only the months, not the years, named, it makes is so clear that their time together is set apart, but still so vulnerable to the unnamed inexorable years) Jack and Ennis move from this :
It was a bright new thing, the mountain: like the July sun remade it every morning, whispering the columbines over it like unrolling a blanket, washing that brilliant blue across the sky and lifting the pines up slow like you might raise a barn. Sprawled in the long grass and wildflowers they were new, too
to this:
Ennis ran a hand over his chest. Jack felt his desolate heart straining towards that hand, thrumming radiantly, desperately, like the wingbeats of a trapped bird.
to this:
Ennis, who had been watching his face, said suddenly, "Hey." He kissed Jack on the forehead, and then on the mouth, with their old hunger; leaned in, bearing Jack down under his solid warm weight like a bride. Laid his limbs out in the cold soft-springing grass, under the glimmer of the new stars. He touched him at the throat and the soft belly, the vulnerable places. Jack's body hummed and trembled for him and his heart did too, all of Jack throbbing and tumbling in the same uncertain direction, you, you. He felt dizzy and his chest ached. The fact of Ennis seemed to him miraculous, easily revoked.
He closed his eyes: said, "Christ. Okay. All right."
So utterly real, so beautiful and shattering
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Christ. That was... fuck.
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