Microfic - Round 8
Genre/Rating: BBM, mostly Au!Au, R
Pairings: Jack/Ennis in The Dance and Bank Shot Universe.
Disclaimer: Jack and Ennis were created by the Great and Mighty Annie Proulx. I'm just the dude behind the yellow curtain working the lights and using the Big Voice microphone.
Notes: For those who have been following this...here's round 8...holy canoli, are we already at Round 8? Wow. If you're just coming up to speed on this, basically I'm writing little bits ten words at a time. Eventually the dribbles will become drabbles. Also, for some reason my LJ cuts aren't working so I'm really sorry for spamming your inboxes. Let the dribbling commence....
Smut: (Bank Shot)
“Harder!”
“Shh! Stewardess is coming.”
“She ain’t the only one.”
“Not yet!”
“Oww! Handle with care!”
“Not coming without me!”
“Goddamn. Okay.” (with resignation) “Fix the blanket, then.”
“Shh! Or you’ll wake Sam.”
“Oops,” (wickedly) “I dropped something.”
“Better check under the blanket, then.”
“Mmm.”
“That’s right. In flight snack.”
“Goody. Cocktails and nuts.”
“Yes…just like that.”
(Suddenly the passenger beside them wakes up.)
“Is slurping quietly an option here?” (says Sam, the passenger)
“No!” (to the mound in the blanket) “Don’t stop!”
“Yes! No more slurping!” (says Sam)
“No! I’m gonna…”
……………….
“Eeew. Slurps sound better than swallows.”
(Jack sighs contentedly then grins at Sam, wiggling his eyebrows.) “ My turn to slurp.”
Hurt/Comfort: (Bank Shot)
“Next time, no soap.”
“You dropped it.”
“Fucking concussion….damn!”
“Better than a pulled groin.”
“Have you seen this goose-egg?”
“Can’t miss it, bud.”
“Well?”
“Rather that, than this.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Doc says no straining my groin for a week.”
“Shit.”
“Yep.”
“Damn.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Sorry I slipped.”
“Was the soap.”
“And because you were drilling me like an oil rig.”
“True that.”
“Freakin’ good angle, though.”
“Could be a personal best.”
…………………..
“Oohhh, yeah. Didn’t know you were that flexible.”
“I’m not….”
……….
Fluff: (The Dance)
“Get your own bowl.”
“Wanna share.”
“Gimme the remote, then.”
“Nope.”
“Shit, Ennis.”
“And watch that dumb show all night?”
“Wanna see how Danny does.”
“One who lost his wife?”
“Yeah.”
“Good singer.”
“Seems to have a good heart, too.”
“Gotta good friend who stuck by him during rough times.”
“He does.” (gives Ennis a kiss.) “Reminds me of you.”
“What? That young pup?”
“You gotta good heart too, Ennis, underneath all that rough.”
………..
(Ennis fiddles with the popcorn bowl.) “Only you would say that.”
“Only you would let me.”
Unresolved Sexual Tension: (The Dance)
“Stop looking at me like that.”
(growls) “Better ride faster, cowboy.”
“Can’t. My cock’s too hard.”
“Take it out. Lemme see.”
“Here? Out in the open?
“I’ll take mine out, too.”
“Oh shit, look at you. Come closer…so I can…”
“You try anything, we’ll spook the horses for sure.”
“Damn. Okay, I’ll be good. Just…closer… Please?” (Jack walks his horse slowly forward. He stops a foot away, his cock standing proudly.)
“Like this, Ennis?”
“Yeah, wonder if you taste as good as you look?”
……………..
(Groans) “You just gave me shit for looking at you funny!
TBC tomorrow