BBM Fic: 12 Days of Christmas - Part 5
Title: 12 Days of Christmas - Part 5
Author: Fizzerbass
Rating: NC-17 for gratuitous sex.
Notes: My turn again in this 12 Days of Christmas merry-go-round that Montana_Crows, Smiles_a_lot and I've got spinning 'round. Y'know how the NS/Twist stories are kind of going backwards in storytelling? Yeah, well, so are the rules of the contest we have going to determine the winner of the smut-fest. Please keep your guesses to yourself for the time being, we will tell you when and where to email your answers sometime in the near future. Em is the mastermind behind all of this and I'm sure she will have further instructions when she posts her next part - or as soon as we figure them out for ourselves - whichever comes first. Until then, Happy Hunting.
Part 1: http://montana-crows.livejournal.com/28548.html
Part 2: http://fizzerbass.livejournal.com/19301.html
Part 3: http://smiles-a-lot.livejournal.com/10840.html#cutid1
Part 4: http://montana-crows.livejournal.com/29001.html#cutid1
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Part 5:
Still in the NS ‘verse - still before the time of the ‘real’ story.
Ennis pushes the door closed behind him with his heel, both his arms full of shopping bags, one even hanging out of his mouth. He adds his load to the pile Jack’s already made on the table and drags his weary ass over to the fridge to snag a couple of beers.
“Damn, I’m glad to be outta there. I hate shoppin this time of year.”
Jack accepts the bottle being offered and taps it lightly against the neck of Ennis’s in a toast. “To the end of the dreaded annual event: Christmas shopping.”
Ennis takes a long swallow and uses the back of his hand to wipe some foam off his lips. “I see that grin on your face, Twist, and it ain’t funny. I’ve been poked, prodded, stepped on, run into, attacked by perfume ladies, ignored by snotty sales clerks, and forced to listen to friggin dogs barkin out the Twelve Days a Christmas one too many times. I’m done.”
“So, you’ve been to the mall, huh?” Bridget wanders into the kitchen from the family room, slipping her arms into her coat and wrapping a candy-cane striped scarf around her neck. “I’m with you, Mr. Ennis, I’m glad I don’t have to work out there this time of year, its nuts.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re a Grinch too, Brickette. One a them around here is more than enough.” Jack reaches into his back pocket for his wallet and pulls out a few bills, handing them to Bridget before picking up his beer again. “Bobby give you any trouble tonight?”
Bridget accepts the money and tucks it into the front pocket of her jeans. “No, he was fine, he hardly ever gives me trouble. And please, don’t call me Brickette anymore, I think I finally got him to say Bridget the right way for the first time tonight.”
“I won’t as long as you admit Christmas shoppin ain’t as bad as this one makes it out to be.” Jack says pointing his bottle in Ennis’s direction.
Ennis finishes his beer in one long swallow and tosses the bottle in the recycling bin without even looking. “What we did today ain’t got nothin to do with Christmas, Rodeo an you know it. Hell, uh, excuse me Bridget, heck those girls outside a that cheese shack couldn’t care less ’bout Christmas, Jack. They jus wanted to sell as much a that stinky cheese as they could to as many stupid fools as they could.”
“It ain’t a cheese hut, Cowboy, its The Dairy Barn and those girls were jus tryin to do their jobs.”
Ennis snorts and goes into the fridge for another round of beers. “I don’t care if it’s the flippin Farmer in the Dell, Bud…you saw them with that one grey-haired guy, they were milkin him for all he was worth. Poor old coot probably don’t even have enough money left to buy dinner tonight after they got through with 'im.”
Jack takes a swig of his fresh beer. “Won’t need dinner tonight, he’s got plenty a cheese to get him through.”
Bridget stifles a giggle as Ennis slams his bottle down. “Ain’t right, Jack, an makin fun a me don’t make it better…oh hell, jus forget it, I’m gonna take a shower. G’night, Bridget.”
Ennis storms past Jack, swiping his beer as he goes by. Jack watches him walk down the hall and sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Ah, shi…oot.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jack. I didn’t mean to upset Mr. Ennis.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head ’bout nothing, Bridget, Mr. Ennis is just tired. It’s been kind of a long day and he don’t do too well in crowds.” Jack walks the babysitter to the door, making sure all of the outside lights are on. “Did you call you Mom and let her know you were on your way home?”
“Yes, sir, I called her when I heard you pulling in the driveway.” Bridget pauses with her hand on the doorknob and turns to face Jack. “Mr. Jack? Why does Mr. Ennis go with you if he hates it so bad?”
“Prob’ly ’cause I ask him to and he knows how much I get off on it.” He holds the door open as the young girl walks through.
“Wow…that’s really nice. I guess he does have the Christmas spirit after all, huh?”
Jack pats her head affectionately and smiles. “He surely does, Brick- uh, Bridget. You be careful drivin, y’hear?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Jack. G’night.”
Jack watches her get into her car and drive away, knowing he’s got some work to do to get off someone’s Naughty list and back on to their Nice one.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ennis is in the shower, hands braced against the wall, water beating down full-force on top of his head. He can feel the tension of the day leave his body, swirling down the drain right along with the soap and shampoo. He hears Jack out in the bedroom and smiles, knowing the fool will be cooking up some plan to make up for dragging him all over Hell and Creation today. Shit, that’s half the fun of going…watching Jack trying to get back in his good graces. He feels cold air whisper against his legs as the fool in question tries to sneak up behind him.
“Know you’re here, Rodeo, no need to be quiet.”
“Not tryin to be quiet, Cowboy, just tryin not to get my head bit off…again.”
Ennis feels a little bit of the grouch in him trying to rise to the surface, lets Jack massaging his shoulders beat it back down some. “Ain’t you I’m mad at Rodeo, just can’t stand to see people going crazy this time a year. S’not what Christmas is all about.”
Jack lets his hands slide down Ennis’s back and around to his front, dragging his nails slow up and down Ennis’s thighs. “No? Then what’s it all about? Tryin to figure out who’s naughty and nice?”
Ennis chuckles softly and reaches his hands behind him to grab Jack’s ass and bring him close. “Got that one already figured out, Rodeo.” He turns his head to the side and arches back, coming close to Jack’s seeking lips. “You the nicest when you’re bein naughty.”
“Damn right.” Jack wraps his hand around Ennis’s cock, bringing the other hand up to tangle in the wet curls at the cowboy’s neck and hold his mouth in place. He winds his tongue round and round Ennis’s in the same slow rhythm he’s got going down below, making Ennis growl low in his throat. He feels Ennis start to thrust forward and brings his other hand down to join the first, gripping his man’s dick like a baseball bat to give him something long and tight to press into.
“Goddamn, Jack, you’re good at this…Jesus, that’s tight.”
Jack hooks his chin over Ennis’s shoulder, eager to watch the show taking place in the heart of his hands. His tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth every time the tip of Ennis’s dick shows itself out the top of his hands, looking like a hot dog peeking out of a bun. He licks his lips, mouth watering to get him a taste of this foot-long and he bends his knees a bit to line his dick up with the crack of Ennis’s ass.
“Look so fine, Ennis, can’t wait to taste you.”
Ennis starts to buck his hips in earnest, Jack’s thighs taking a beating as the Cowboy slams into them again and again.
“Not gonna last, Jack…can feel it comin.”
“Go on ahead, Cowboy, I gotcha. Gonna make me shoot just watchin you.” He tightens his grip on Ennis’s dick and moves even closer, loving the way Ennis is kneading his ass every time he thrusts forward. Ennis increases his tempo and suddenly goes stock still, his ass cheeks clenched tight at he spills over Jack’s hands, grunting nothing close to words. Jack’s right behind him, the sound of Ennis’s voice and the smell of his seed sending him over the edge.
“Well said, pardner…couldn’t agree with you more.”
Ennis chuckles and moves away from Jack, sagging against the wall to let the water hit Jack full on. Jack grabs the soap and sets to work, washing himself before passing the soap to the still boneless Cowboy.
“So am I forgiven?”
“For what?”
“For takin you to the Mall to be attacked by perfume ladies and serenaded by barkin dogs.”
Ennis pushes Jack out of the way to rinse himself off. “Not only are you forgiven, Rodeo, you done worked yourself up two notches on the Nice list.”
Jack smiles, proud of himself. “Two notches, huh? I’ll have to remember what I did so I can use it next time I get myself in trouble.”
“What do you mean, next time? You stay in trouble, Jack.” Ennis turns off the water and reaches for a towel, drying his face off before handing it to Jack and stepping out of the shower. “And even though I’m not mad at you no more, I’m still pissed at how people were actin out there tonight.”
Jack uses the edge of the towel to dry inside his ear and then wraps it around his neck, hanging on to both ends. “Why does other people’s greed piss you off so much, Ennis? Ain’t like you gotta live with ’em or nothin.”
“Because buyin all kinds a shit don’t got nothin to do with the meanin of Christmas.” He takes a pair of sleep pants off the hook on the back of the door and slips them on, the fabric clinging to his damp legs. “Them Wise Men only brought three gifts to the Baby Jesus, not three hundred.”
“True enough, but I still don’t get it. Why’s it set you off so bad?”
Ennis grabs his toothbrush, stabbing a line of blue gel across the bristles. “Because Christmas is about family…when Jesus was born he made Mary and Joseph into a family…his family.” He brushes a few strokes and stops, his eyes losing focus as he gathers his thoughts.
“I ain’t had a family since my folks died when I was little…not ’til you and Bobby. You two are the most important thing in the world to me and it pisses me off when people take shit like that for granted. Ain’t right.” He finishes brushing slowly, eyes shying away from Jack’s broad smile in the mirror.
“Well, Ennis del Mar, there is a bit of Father Christmas in you hidin underneath that Scrooge McDuck mask you’re wearing.” Jack hugs Ennis from the side, just about sticking his nose in the cowboy’s ear as he plants a kiss on his jaw.
“I won’t make you come to the Mall with me anymore if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you feel bad.”
“Don’t worry ’bout it, Rodeo. I don’t mind goin, not really.” Ennis turns to kiss Jack’s nose, his minty-fresh breath making Jack smile.
“Besides, it’s always worth it to see what you’ll do to make it up to me. Now, where am I gonna put the presents we left on the table? Don’t want Bobby wanderin out there and findin ’em.”
Jack spits out his mouthful of toothpaste and plunks his toothbrush back in the holder, wiping his wet hands on the towel still hanging around his neck. He brushes past Ennis on his way into the bedroom to grab some flannel boxers. “I already put ’em in the laundry room, he don’t hardly ever go in there.”
“Hell, you hardly ever go in there” Ennis mumbles as he pulls an I’m with Stupid t-shirt over his head and climbs into bed. Jack turns off the light and follows him, waiting until the Cowboy arranges himself before spooning up close behind. Both men let out tired sighs just as the door creeps open.
“Daddy? You home now?”
Bobby shuffles in, eyes barely cracked open, clutching the ever-present Hot Wheels car in his hand. “NS, can me and number 99 sleep with you?”
Ennis doesn’t say a word, just lifts the covers up for Bobby to crawl under. He pulls the boy close to his chest the same way Jack just did to him, making a Twist sandwich with a very content del Mar filling. Nothing but the sound of soft breathing fills the room as the house settles around them.
“Jack?”
“Mmhmm?”
Ennis reaches for Jack’s hand and kisses it before tucking it together with his in front of Bobby. “This is Christmas. This, right here.”
Jack nods, burrowing his nose close to Ennis’s curls.
“Amen, Cowboy. Amen.”
Author: Fizzerbass
Rating: NC-17 for gratuitous sex.
Notes: My turn again in this 12 Days of Christmas merry-go-round that Montana_Crows, Smiles_a_lot and I've got spinning 'round. Y'know how the NS/Twist stories are kind of going backwards in storytelling? Yeah, well, so are the rules of the contest we have going to determine the winner of the smut-fest. Please keep your guesses to yourself for the time being, we will tell you when and where to email your answers sometime in the near future. Em is the mastermind behind all of this and I'm sure she will have further instructions when she posts her next part - or as soon as we figure them out for ourselves - whichever comes first. Until then, Happy Hunting.
Part 1: http://montana-crows.livejournal.com/28548.html
Part 2: http://fizzerbass.livejournal.com/19301.html
Part 3: http://smiles-a-lot.livejournal.com/10840.html#cutid1
Part 4: http://montana-crows.livejournal.com/29001.html#cutid1
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Part 5:
Still in the NS ‘verse - still before the time of the ‘real’ story.
Ennis pushes the door closed behind him with his heel, both his arms full of shopping bags, one even hanging out of his mouth. He adds his load to the pile Jack’s already made on the table and drags his weary ass over to the fridge to snag a couple of beers.
“Damn, I’m glad to be outta there. I hate shoppin this time of year.”
Jack accepts the bottle being offered and taps it lightly against the neck of Ennis’s in a toast. “To the end of the dreaded annual event: Christmas shopping.”
Ennis takes a long swallow and uses the back of his hand to wipe some foam off his lips. “I see that grin on your face, Twist, and it ain’t funny. I’ve been poked, prodded, stepped on, run into, attacked by perfume ladies, ignored by snotty sales clerks, and forced to listen to friggin dogs barkin out the Twelve Days a Christmas one too many times. I’m done.”
“So, you’ve been to the mall, huh?” Bridget wanders into the kitchen from the family room, slipping her arms into her coat and wrapping a candy-cane striped scarf around her neck. “I’m with you, Mr. Ennis, I’m glad I don’t have to work out there this time of year, its nuts.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re a Grinch too, Brickette. One a them around here is more than enough.” Jack reaches into his back pocket for his wallet and pulls out a few bills, handing them to Bridget before picking up his beer again. “Bobby give you any trouble tonight?”
Bridget accepts the money and tucks it into the front pocket of her jeans. “No, he was fine, he hardly ever gives me trouble. And please, don’t call me Brickette anymore, I think I finally got him to say Bridget the right way for the first time tonight.”
“I won’t as long as you admit Christmas shoppin ain’t as bad as this one makes it out to be.” Jack says pointing his bottle in Ennis’s direction.
Ennis finishes his beer in one long swallow and tosses the bottle in the recycling bin without even looking. “What we did today ain’t got nothin to do with Christmas, Rodeo an you know it. Hell, uh, excuse me Bridget, heck those girls outside a that cheese shack couldn’t care less ’bout Christmas, Jack. They jus wanted to sell as much a that stinky cheese as they could to as many stupid fools as they could.”
“It ain’t a cheese hut, Cowboy, its The Dairy Barn and those girls were jus tryin to do their jobs.”
Ennis snorts and goes into the fridge for another round of beers. “I don’t care if it’s the flippin Farmer in the Dell, Bud…you saw them with that one grey-haired guy, they were milkin him for all he was worth. Poor old coot probably don’t even have enough money left to buy dinner tonight after they got through with 'im.”
Jack takes a swig of his fresh beer. “Won’t need dinner tonight, he’s got plenty a cheese to get him through.”
Bridget stifles a giggle as Ennis slams his bottle down. “Ain’t right, Jack, an makin fun a me don’t make it better…oh hell, jus forget it, I’m gonna take a shower. G’night, Bridget.”
Ennis storms past Jack, swiping his beer as he goes by. Jack watches him walk down the hall and sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Ah, shi…oot.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jack. I didn’t mean to upset Mr. Ennis.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head ’bout nothing, Bridget, Mr. Ennis is just tired. It’s been kind of a long day and he don’t do too well in crowds.” Jack walks the babysitter to the door, making sure all of the outside lights are on. “Did you call you Mom and let her know you were on your way home?”
“Yes, sir, I called her when I heard you pulling in the driveway.” Bridget pauses with her hand on the doorknob and turns to face Jack. “Mr. Jack? Why does Mr. Ennis go with you if he hates it so bad?”
“Prob’ly ’cause I ask him to and he knows how much I get off on it.” He holds the door open as the young girl walks through.
“Wow…that’s really nice. I guess he does have the Christmas spirit after all, huh?”
Jack pats her head affectionately and smiles. “He surely does, Brick- uh, Bridget. You be careful drivin, y’hear?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Jack. G’night.”
Jack watches her get into her car and drive away, knowing he’s got some work to do to get off someone’s Naughty list and back on to their Nice one.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ennis is in the shower, hands braced against the wall, water beating down full-force on top of his head. He can feel the tension of the day leave his body, swirling down the drain right along with the soap and shampoo. He hears Jack out in the bedroom and smiles, knowing the fool will be cooking up some plan to make up for dragging him all over Hell and Creation today. Shit, that’s half the fun of going…watching Jack trying to get back in his good graces. He feels cold air whisper against his legs as the fool in question tries to sneak up behind him.
“Know you’re here, Rodeo, no need to be quiet.”
“Not tryin to be quiet, Cowboy, just tryin not to get my head bit off…again.”
Ennis feels a little bit of the grouch in him trying to rise to the surface, lets Jack massaging his shoulders beat it back down some. “Ain’t you I’m mad at Rodeo, just can’t stand to see people going crazy this time a year. S’not what Christmas is all about.”
Jack lets his hands slide down Ennis’s back and around to his front, dragging his nails slow up and down Ennis’s thighs. “No? Then what’s it all about? Tryin to figure out who’s naughty and nice?”
Ennis chuckles softly and reaches his hands behind him to grab Jack’s ass and bring him close. “Got that one already figured out, Rodeo.” He turns his head to the side and arches back, coming close to Jack’s seeking lips. “You the nicest when you’re bein naughty.”
“Damn right.” Jack wraps his hand around Ennis’s cock, bringing the other hand up to tangle in the wet curls at the cowboy’s neck and hold his mouth in place. He winds his tongue round and round Ennis’s in the same slow rhythm he’s got going down below, making Ennis growl low in his throat. He feels Ennis start to thrust forward and brings his other hand down to join the first, gripping his man’s dick like a baseball bat to give him something long and tight to press into.
“Goddamn, Jack, you’re good at this…Jesus, that’s tight.”
Jack hooks his chin over Ennis’s shoulder, eager to watch the show taking place in the heart of his hands. His tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth every time the tip of Ennis’s dick shows itself out the top of his hands, looking like a hot dog peeking out of a bun. He licks his lips, mouth watering to get him a taste of this foot-long and he bends his knees a bit to line his dick up with the crack of Ennis’s ass.
“Look so fine, Ennis, can’t wait to taste you.”
Ennis starts to buck his hips in earnest, Jack’s thighs taking a beating as the Cowboy slams into them again and again.
“Not gonna last, Jack…can feel it comin.”
“Go on ahead, Cowboy, I gotcha. Gonna make me shoot just watchin you.” He tightens his grip on Ennis’s dick and moves even closer, loving the way Ennis is kneading his ass every time he thrusts forward. Ennis increases his tempo and suddenly goes stock still, his ass cheeks clenched tight at he spills over Jack’s hands, grunting nothing close to words. Jack’s right behind him, the sound of Ennis’s voice and the smell of his seed sending him over the edge.
“Well said, pardner…couldn’t agree with you more.”
Ennis chuckles and moves away from Jack, sagging against the wall to let the water hit Jack full on. Jack grabs the soap and sets to work, washing himself before passing the soap to the still boneless Cowboy.
“So am I forgiven?”
“For what?”
“For takin you to the Mall to be attacked by perfume ladies and serenaded by barkin dogs.”
Ennis pushes Jack out of the way to rinse himself off. “Not only are you forgiven, Rodeo, you done worked yourself up two notches on the Nice list.”
Jack smiles, proud of himself. “Two notches, huh? I’ll have to remember what I did so I can use it next time I get myself in trouble.”
“What do you mean, next time? You stay in trouble, Jack.” Ennis turns off the water and reaches for a towel, drying his face off before handing it to Jack and stepping out of the shower. “And even though I’m not mad at you no more, I’m still pissed at how people were actin out there tonight.”
Jack uses the edge of the towel to dry inside his ear and then wraps it around his neck, hanging on to both ends. “Why does other people’s greed piss you off so much, Ennis? Ain’t like you gotta live with ’em or nothin.”
“Because buyin all kinds a shit don’t got nothin to do with the meanin of Christmas.” He takes a pair of sleep pants off the hook on the back of the door and slips them on, the fabric clinging to his damp legs. “Them Wise Men only brought three gifts to the Baby Jesus, not three hundred.”
“True enough, but I still don’t get it. Why’s it set you off so bad?”
Ennis grabs his toothbrush, stabbing a line of blue gel across the bristles. “Because Christmas is about family…when Jesus was born he made Mary and Joseph into a family…his family.” He brushes a few strokes and stops, his eyes losing focus as he gathers his thoughts.
“I ain’t had a family since my folks died when I was little…not ’til you and Bobby. You two are the most important thing in the world to me and it pisses me off when people take shit like that for granted. Ain’t right.” He finishes brushing slowly, eyes shying away from Jack’s broad smile in the mirror.
“Well, Ennis del Mar, there is a bit of Father Christmas in you hidin underneath that Scrooge McDuck mask you’re wearing.” Jack hugs Ennis from the side, just about sticking his nose in the cowboy’s ear as he plants a kiss on his jaw.
“I won’t make you come to the Mall with me anymore if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you feel bad.”
“Don’t worry ’bout it, Rodeo. I don’t mind goin, not really.” Ennis turns to kiss Jack’s nose, his minty-fresh breath making Jack smile.
“Besides, it’s always worth it to see what you’ll do to make it up to me. Now, where am I gonna put the presents we left on the table? Don’t want Bobby wanderin out there and findin ’em.”
Jack spits out his mouthful of toothpaste and plunks his toothbrush back in the holder, wiping his wet hands on the towel still hanging around his neck. He brushes past Ennis on his way into the bedroom to grab some flannel boxers. “I already put ’em in the laundry room, he don’t hardly ever go in there.”
“Hell, you hardly ever go in there” Ennis mumbles as he pulls an I’m with Stupid t-shirt over his head and climbs into bed. Jack turns off the light and follows him, waiting until the Cowboy arranges himself before spooning up close behind. Both men let out tired sighs just as the door creeps open.
“Daddy? You home now?”
Bobby shuffles in, eyes barely cracked open, clutching the ever-present Hot Wheels car in his hand. “NS, can me and number 99 sleep with you?”
Ennis doesn’t say a word, just lifts the covers up for Bobby to crawl under. He pulls the boy close to his chest the same way Jack just did to him, making a Twist sandwich with a very content del Mar filling. Nothing but the sound of soft breathing fills the room as the house settles around them.
“Jack?”
“Mmhmm?”
Ennis reaches for Jack’s hand and kisses it before tucking it together with his in front of Bobby. “This is Christmas. This, right here.”
Jack nods, burrowing his nose close to Ennis’s curls.
“Amen, Cowboy. Amen.”