The Night Jack Told Me Exactly How Much He Missed Me
There's no getting around it: the next few are going to be extremely sad and angsty because we've got to get through some more canon. This one is an especially tough read. Probably not work safe. But buck up, people: if I can stand it, so can you. Jack's been commenting all along so he's clearly going to be very much with us - and Ennis - in the last 20% of this thing. So don't chicken out now, you DeadJackPhobes!
An excerpt from "My Life" by Ennis Del Mar as told to Soulan and annotated by Jack Twist.
When he said that, I knew that even if I'd been a talker I couldn't have responded. All week the bad news I would eventually have to deliver had been a leaden lump in my gut that grew heavier as leaving day approached. Of course I missed him, and I'd been standing it for years. But what could I say at that moment? I miss you too and by the way it's going to be seven months before we can see each other again, instead of four? It had already been a six month separation before this trip and that'd been nearly unbearable. But ranches were closing down, I was getting older and quitting was no longer an option. The thought that we couldn't go on much longer like this had sometimes crossed my mind, but I always batted it away before it could settle in. So I set down the bottle and tugged on his sleeve. Without speaking we rose and doused the flames. I followed him to the tent. He took off his hat, lay down on his back on the air mattress, and I crawled on top of him. I spent a long time kissing his face and neck while he held me. The salt I tasted could have been from either of us. Finally, he took my face in his hands and brought our mouths together and I groaned with relief. But after a minute he pushed my head back, then tilted his body so that I rolled off. He shifted onto his side and butted up against me. I pulled the sleeping bag over us and then put my arm around him but he just pressed my hand to his chest. Within seconds he was snoring softly while I lay there in shock. When my right arm began to turn numb, I shifted and let it pillow his neck. Then I reached down, fumbled open his belt buckle and began stroking his flaccid dick, nuzzling his hair and planting kisses on his temple. He slowly grew hard and I could tell from his breathing that he was awake. He thrust into my hand five times and came soundlessly. Then he was asleep for real. I rolled onto my back, my arm still under him, undid my belt and fly and jerked myself off, my hand slick with his spunk.
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Did you hold his hand and cry with him when he told you this? Me I caint hardly bare to read it. Cause this is the night I blocked from my mind for years til he had his breakdown and we went over it again and got the pillow case soppin wet. That was when I decided it was time to do somethin drastic.
PS Just so you know round dawn we woke up and stripped off our clothes and went at it like normal.