Goin' Fishin' - Reload, Refire
Author's Note: More Sex in the Tent. It's still not dark, and it's still not raining. Darn! I'll try again another day. Back to AKL for now. S!
He’d said, “Blow me,” just for fun, to make a joke and break the tension, get them past the first awkward moment of dealing with each other after they just had sex completely out of the fucking clear blue sky. He’d never expected Ennis to do it, but he was damn sure gonna, and Jack couldn’t think of a reason in the world, at this moment, to stop him, so he didn’t even try - just watched, mouth hanging open in amazement as Ennis sank down between his thighs, parted lips moving slowly towards his cock.
The sun was coming up, and even though their tent was pitched in a wooded area near the river, the light was filtering in, and he could see what was going on. The sight of Ennis’ curly blond hair heading south to the hard spot between his legs was hugely erotic, like watching a dirty movie starring them, and the feel of Ennis’ fingers wrapping around it, strong and sure, guiding it to his mouth, made Jack’s heartbeat run all out of kilter. Even though he’d just got off minutes before, his butt still aching from the fucking Ennis had given him and his cock still throbbing with his release, Jack wanted more of this, couldn’t stop himself from taking anything Ennis wanted to give him.
Ennis blew on his cock, a soft, warm flutter of air passing over his eager flesh.
“Mmmmmmmmmm........” Jack couldn’t contain a quiet rumble of pleasure.
Ennis stuck out his tongue, touched wet tip to wet tip. Jack murmured a happy noise, still low and quiet, but longer and with more feeling.
Ennis swirled his tongue around the swollen head. Jack moaned again - that felt really good, had him curling his fingers and toes into the soft fluff of their sleeping bags.
Ennis pulled back for a second, studying his new toy for a long minute in the soft light of the tent. He cocked his head from side to side, considering, then moved in quickly. Lick!!!!!!! Right up the center, bottom to top, ending with another tongue flourish round the tip.
“Jesus!!!” Jack groaned loudly, flexed his hips up towards Ennis’ mouth, but Ennis pulled back quickly and looked up at Jack.
“Damn, bud. It’s a good thing we’re way the fuck out in the middle of nowhere! You always this noisy?”
Jack felt the tell-tale heat of a blush, hoped maybe Ennis couldn’t see it. How the fuck Ennis could be so cool about this was beyond him, but he couldn’t think about it now, not with Ennis still stroking his dick, smoothing the tip over his lips like a giant tube of Chapstick. “Sorry. Can’t help it. This is my favorite thing, and Lureen won’t do it anymore.”
Ennis grinned. “That sucks!”
“Ha ha, Ennis. Real funny.” Jack rolled his eyes, still mesmerized by the unbelievable sight of his best friend licking the head of his cock. If this turned out to be a dream, he wondered how he’d feel when he woke up. Totally freaked, he imagined, and totally disappointed.
“Hey.... if you don’t like my jokes, I can take my act somewhere else.......” Ennis said, pulling away slowly, drawing his fingers along Jack’s tight, aching shaft.
Jack grabbed his head, pushing him back down without a second’s hesitation, like they did this all the time. “I’ll laugh later, I promise...... I got other things on my mind right now.”
Ennis let himself be guided back into position, still smiling. “Guess that’s understandable.”
Jack nodded, mumbled “Yeah,” trying to focus and breathe and force himself to let go of Ennis’ head and let him do what he wanted at his own pace.
“Don’t go nuts on me, ok? I never done this before, either,” Ennis reminded him, then lowered his face down to Jack’s throbbing cock. He licked it, making Jack moan, sending quivers through his belly. He pulled the tip gently between his lips and sucked it, more licking too, rubbing his tongue all around, teasing Jack’s sensitive glans and his pee slit, and the quiver in Jack’s belly turned fast to an ache.
“Oh shit, Ennis, fuck that feels fucking awesome!” Jack ground out, trying to keep still but it felt too good and he couldn’t control the urge to thrust, wanting all of himself to be buried in the hot, wet sweetness of Ennis’ mouth.
“Mmmmghhphmp!” Ennis opened his mouth more and Jack slid in, twisting his fingers in Ennis’ hair, holding him captive while he rocked up into his mouth.
“Fuck that’s good, Ennis..... Oh shit! Teeth..... be careful!”
“Mmmmgggrhhphpmphhh!!!” Ennis gave Jack a dirty look and braced his hands on Jack’s hips to regain some control of the action, but he opened his mouth wider and did something with his lips and the teeth disappeared, so Jack was happy again. He wanted to lay back and just enjoy it, but he wanted to see too, so he compromised with himself and fell back on his elbows, where he got the perfect view of Ennis’ face, got the perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of Ennis' mouth. Ennis had his eyes squeezed shut, which made Jack wonder if he was keeping secrets, but he knew Ennis was concentrating, and Jack hoped that was all it meant. The furrow between his eyebrows dug deeper, and after a few more tongue strokes, a few more in and outs, just as Jack was starting to feel light-headed and giddy, Ennis pulled off, eyes open again, casting around the tent.
“What’s the matter? You’re doin’ good...... why’re you stoppin’?” Jack asked, sounding drunk even to his own ears.
Ennis swallowed. “Mouth’s too dry. I need some water.”
“Hang on. I got some.” Jack rooted around anxiously, Ennis working him with his fingers the whole time, pushing him closer with every tug. Finally he found the bottle he’d brought to bed with him the night before.
“Shit! Here. Stop it and drink!’ Jack popped the top open, glad he didn’t have to be coordinated enough to unscrew a cap, since Ennis hadn’t let up on his cock for a second and he was just touches away from coming. He shoved the tip in Ennis mouth and squeezed. Hard. Ennis swallowed, coughing, and pushed it away.
“Damn Jack....... don’t drown me!”
“Sorry. You’ll be ok. Come on.... get back to it....... you’re almost done.....” Jack demanded, pushing his dick up for Ennis to see, reminding him of what he’d been doing, needing his mouth back on him so bad that he didn’t even feel weird about asking for it.
Ennis took his time, had another sip of the water, met his eyes square and unflinching when he asked, “You like this, huh?”
They’d been friends almost from their first meeting a year ago, and Jack had seen a thousand different moments flash in Ennis’ eyes. This one was honest and true. Whatever was going on between them, he’d bet his life that Ennis wasn’t playing games with him now.
Jack nodded, but asked a question of his own. “What are we doing?”
Ennis shook his head, and a shadow of fear darkened his eyes for an instant as he whispered “I don’t know,” and Jack believed him, and that was fine.
“Finish me......”
“Ok, I’m going to.......” Ennis took one last suck off the water bottle, then went back to sucking on his dick, mouth wetter now, sliding smooth up and down, winding him up with his lips and his tongue till Jack was helpless, reduced to nothing but noise and need, moaning loud, hips thrusting, fucking Ennis’ mouth in spite of all he could do to play nice, but it felt so good and Ennis was egging him on, rubbing his thighs and his hips, squeezing his balls, mouth clamped down hard, making hot, moist suction on his cock. Jack didn’t know if it was ok to come in his mouth or not but Ennis hadn’t said not to and Jack couldn’t stop it - it was just there in a heartbeat, all over him like a freight train roaring out of the darkness and all he could do was hold onto Ennis and let go of himself as his orgasm slammed through him and he shot his load hard and fast right down his best friend’s throat.
Ennis pinned Jack’s hips to the ground, sucking and swallowing urgently to get it all down, and as soon as Jack was done Ennis shoved him down on his back and climbed on top of him, rough hands in Jack’s hair, holding him still for a long, deep, come-flavored kiss, thrusting his hips, sliding his dick between their bellies, grinding on Jack’s half-hard cock, groaning into Jack’s mouth as he shot off and Jack felt the warm thick spill pooling out on his stomach.
They lay that way for minutes afterwards, Ennis’ weight heavy on Jack, pressing him into zippers and roots and rocks that he could feel under the canvas floor where the sleeping bags had gotten pushed apart, but Jack didn’t care about any of that, his mind full of what they’d done, wondering what they were going to do next. He’d come on this trip knowing something had changed between them over the summer, knowing he’d been thinking way too much about Ennis lately, watching him too much at work, always listening for his voice. That had been understandable back when he’d been training Ennis, but later on it had gotten much harder to explain away. Now it was impossible to explain away.
Still, he hadn’t expected all this, not from Ennis, and not from himself. But it had happened, and now here he was, fucked and sucked and falling back to sleep with Ennis drowsing on top of him, warm and solid and naked. Jack was rubbing his back and his ass, had started touching him without even realizing it, and he didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to move, never wanted to leave this place where they were safe and alone and hidden away from everything that was sad and wrong and fucked up in their lonely, miserable lives.