Extended ending of "My Life" by Ennis Del Mar
A week or so after I finished posting the excerpts from "My Life" by Ennis Del Mar as told to me with footnotes by Jack Twist, Jack emailed me to 1) announce that he was going to write his own AU story and would I mind "cleaning it up" and 2) complain that I ended the story too soon, that Ennis had told me "in a lot a detail" what he and Jack did right after Ennis kissed him in front of Mrs. Twist. One loyal reader had griped a bit that the account of the reunion seemed rather incomplete, so I assured Jack that I'd look at my notes from that interview and see if I could do anything with them.
So as I promised him, here is the extended version of the ending, which I tweaked some because frankly, what Ennis described was nothing original. Jack has not seen this bit so there are no footnotes. But I've detected signs that Jack is lurking around online so I suspect we'll hear from him one way or another.
If you haven't read any of this "Between the Scenes" drabble series but are curious, the links to all the chapters are here. If you don't feel up to reading the whole thing, you can start with After Junior Left My Trailer because that's where it crosses from canon to AU.
I stood with my arms wrapped around Jack, watching his mother watch us, and felt... perfectly fine. It was the first time I'd ever held him while knowing I was observed. I was reluctant to turn towards her, though, and have her realize exactly how glad I was to see her son. He obviously had the same thought because he called out "Ma, gonna go show Ennis the rest of the the spread" and then pulled me back toward the orchard.
When we reached the edge of the trees Jack whistled to the horses, who stopped grazing at once and trotted to us. I was about to ask him where he kept the saddles, and why they wore no halters, when he sprang nimbly onto the mare's back. I hesitated a moment, as Cigar Butt stood patiently next to me, then mounted easily with a little hop. At the slightest nudge we were off, first cantering then galloping full speed down the gentle slope, clinging on with our knees and thighs, fingers gripping the coarse black hair of their manes. Every one of my senses felt fully engaged, nearly overwhelmed by the vividness of the smells, sounds and feel of my surroundings. As Jack's mare pounded the turf in front of me her hooves crushed the wild thyme and mint, sending up a herbal scent as intense as green shampoo. I'd worked with horses all my life but this beast felt and smelled like ten horses distilled into one. As I clung to Cigar Butt, the rocking motion and his panting ignited a fire in my gut that raced south. The sight just ahead of me of Jack's clinging legs and undulating ass as he crouched low over the mare's neck was torture. At the bottom of the hill we jumped a little stream and headed back up another slope at the same dizzying pace. Now I was bent forward, nearly prone on the gelding's back, holding on for dear life. My throat was seizing up with desire; my jeans were maddenly tight at my crotch and the friction from the animal's flexing muscles against my groin was threatening to send me over the edge. I was desperate to get off this horse and onto Jack - goddamn it when was he going to stop?!
"Jack! Jack! Please...!" I groaned. Either he heard me or we'd reached our destination because he slowed the mare as we arrived at the top of the meadow. Jack slid off her before she'd fully stopped and turned toward me, his chest heaving as he panted, face flushed and eyes wild. The sight of a wet patch the size of a quarter at his crotch unleashed the mad craving to grab and squeeze that I'd had to subdue for the past two decades. In a single movement I dropped from the horse's sweating back and launched myself at Jack. I was about to explode; at the very least I needed my body to be smashed against his when it happened.
But Jack must have had other plans, because he stepped just to the side as I collided with him and I went stumbling past him. I reached out and grabbed his shirt as I fell, hooking my fingers between the snaps, and brought him down on top of me. He laughed as I struggled to turn from my side onto my back, his breath hot in my ear. I'd forgotten how strong he was now. But then I realized that my strength was also increased, so with a mighty thrust I heaved myself over and forced him onto his back. Then I sank onto his body, trapping him.
"Oh yeah Ennis, been so long," he breathed, his eyes dark and glittering. He bucked his hips hard, nearly tossing me into the air. But I was gripping the grass with both fists and he couldn't dislodge me.
"You aint gonna get away from me now," I growled in his ear as I ground my crotch against his, half-crazed with lust. My body was 23 but my passion for this man had been fermenting for almost twice as long. I didn't dare kiss him, or my cork would pop for sure. So I bit his neck and he gasped out Shit! His hands had been scrabbling on my back, pulling out my shirt, but now his fingers were prying at my belt. If I let him carry on down there it would be all over. I'd already died for this, so dammit if it wasn't going to make this last. I rolled off him in the nick of time and lay panting, willing my breath and pulse under control. I felt his hand creep onto my chest and I trapped it under my own. "Don't want this ... t'be over... so quick, Jack," I ground out. After a few moments I thought I could safely look at him and turned my face toward him
Jack's thumb rubbed slowly back and forth on my chest, his expression serious. "Ennis, d'you know where we are?"
"Yeah, we're in Hea-"
"No, I mean this spot."
I looked around and had to admit there was something familiar about this meadow. I released his hand and with great effort slowly sat up, resting my wrists on my bent knees. Then it hit me.
"It's where we got these shirts bloody," I said, remembering that day a lifetime ago.
Jack rolled onto his back and looked up at me. He reached out and smoothed his hand along my thigh; the caress jerked my thoughts back from the past and I was ready to climb back onto him. But something in his eyes stopped me, and I waited to hear what he would say.
"Bet you don't know what I was hopin'd happen when I roped your legs, do you?" His expression was only mock serious, so I played along. I leaned down on my left elbow and brought my lips close to his.
"Gee, never have figgered out what you were after, Twist." I let my right hand drift down the middle of his shirt, pressing each button, until I reached his fancy rodeo buckle. I flicked it with my nail, then let my fingers step and slide, step and slide along the long, hard length pressed up against the denim. Jack narrowed his eyes to slits, reached up to my shoulders and fisted my shirt.
"Enough messin around," he hissed, then lifted his head and kissed me, forcing... no darting his tongue into my mouth because I opened to him eagerly. I couldn't help myself -- I cupped my hand over his cock and squeezed while I kissed him. He groaned and shoved me back, flinging his leg over mine in the same movement and then we were tumbling down the slope, our arms and legs tangling, groins pushing together and away maddeningly. As our rolling slowed I began frantically wrestling with Jack's belt, desperate to get to him, and could feel his hands tearing at my shirt. Suddenly I felt grass and warm air on my thighs and back and realized that our clothing was pulling away in shreds and vanishing. Our boots were gone. When we stopped rolling, I was on my back with Jack naked on top of me. He lifted up and settled into my body, propped on his elbows, his thighs pressed against mine and every bit lining up where it should. Our slick cocks bumped and slid together, trapped by our stomachs. I couldn't stop myself, I wrapped my arms around him and kneaded his ass cheeks with one hand, massaging his neck with the other while he ploughed into my mouth with his tongue, moaning loudly. Just holding his body tightly against mine was the connection I craved right then and he felt that too, because he was shoving himself against me faster, the velvet slide of our cocks sending bolts of pleasure up my spine and deep into my bowels. He moaned in my ear Ennis... Ennis... I can't hold back... oh god squeeze me... don't stop... oh shit... oh lover!... and his flow of words gasped out in hot gusts into my ear blended with the roar of my blood from my pounding heart until there was no sound, only sensations -- hot steamy breath and soft slick tongue and urgent gasping cries and aaahhh pulsing pulsing release so blindingly intense I could swear I'd left my body for just a moment. Oh god.. oh god... Ennis Jack groaned as our spasms subsided and his body relaxed into mine. As I drifted into unconsciousness with Jack draped over me, my arms wrapped around his sweaty back, I mumbled "f'I could do it again, I'd never hit you."
As I surfaced slowly from a deep sleep, curled on my side, I felt the sun hot on my face and became aware of Jack's voice, close by and laced with concern.
"Ennis, Ennis! Wake up! What happened to you?" I opened my eyes to find him leaning over me.
"What'sa matter?" I asked groggily.
"Your nose is bloody."
I struggled to sit up, Jack's helping hand pushing my shoulder. We were no longer naked, once again in our clothes. I could feel the trickle from my nose and touched my lip to wipe away the blood. It was then that I noticed the stain on my sleeve was crimson now instead of brown. I glanced automatically at Jack's right sleeve - the blood on it was fresh. I looked at Jack's face, and when I saw his eyes wide and fearful my heart began to race. Cigar Butt whinnied from some distance away. I looked toward the sound and saw the two horses standing together at the old campsite, saddled, the mules packed and waiting next to them. When he saw my shock, Jack turned to look. "Shit," he breathed. He looked back to me, then down at the ground. "What do we do now?" he whispered, more to himself than to me. I looked in the direction we'd ridden from and saw Cigar Butt and the mare grazing in freedom in the lush green grass, the sky above them a vivid blue. Where the saddled horses stood, the colors were muted, ordinary. I understood then that we were expected to make a choice.
I didn't know how to answer Jack. This was the first point in our lives where I could have changed everything. If we could really do this over, and went down now, I would never walk away from him. But Jack had spent so much time building this place, waiting for me to come share it with him. It really was paradise; I couldn't have imagined such an idyllic life. Yet I'd only just arrived, and had nothing invested in it. I wanted us to create a sweet life together, side by side, with other people around. I pulled Jack to me so that he was caught between my legs, his back to my chest. I wrapped one arm around him, placed my other hand on his forehead and tipped his head back so that his cheek was against mine, then traced my fingers along his brow and hairline.
"Let's try again," I whispered.
"Why?" he said anxiously. "It's so good here."
"So I can prove to you that I'll never leave you."
He went still in my arms, then I felt him relax back against me. "Give me another reason," he murmured.
I thought for a moment, and then whispered in his ear three words I was sure would persuade him. I felt his cheek move as a grin spread across his face. He turned in my arms, his eyes shining, and clapped his hands to my face, then kissed me so ardently I couldn't help chuckling. He broke the kiss, scrambled to his feet and held out his hand to me.
"Let's go bring those sheep down," he laughed as he pulled me up. And so we did.
So as I promised him, here is the extended version of the ending, which I tweaked some because frankly, what Ennis described was nothing original. Jack has not seen this bit so there are no footnotes. But I've detected signs that Jack is lurking around online so I suspect we'll hear from him one way or another.
If you haven't read any of this "Between the Scenes" drabble series but are curious, the links to all the chapters are here. If you don't feel up to reading the whole thing, you can start with After Junior Left My Trailer because that's where it crosses from canon to AU.
I stood with my arms wrapped around Jack, watching his mother watch us, and felt... perfectly fine. It was the first time I'd ever held him while knowing I was observed. I was reluctant to turn towards her, though, and have her realize exactly how glad I was to see her son. He obviously had the same thought because he called out "Ma, gonna go show Ennis the rest of the the spread" and then pulled me back toward the orchard.
When we reached the edge of the trees Jack whistled to the horses, who stopped grazing at once and trotted to us. I was about to ask him where he kept the saddles, and why they wore no halters, when he sprang nimbly onto the mare's back. I hesitated a moment, as Cigar Butt stood patiently next to me, then mounted easily with a little hop. At the slightest nudge we were off, first cantering then galloping full speed down the gentle slope, clinging on with our knees and thighs, fingers gripping the coarse black hair of their manes. Every one of my senses felt fully engaged, nearly overwhelmed by the vividness of the smells, sounds and feel of my surroundings. As Jack's mare pounded the turf in front of me her hooves crushed the wild thyme and mint, sending up a herbal scent as intense as green shampoo. I'd worked with horses all my life but this beast felt and smelled like ten horses distilled into one. As I clung to Cigar Butt, the rocking motion and his panting ignited a fire in my gut that raced south. The sight just ahead of me of Jack's clinging legs and undulating ass as he crouched low over the mare's neck was torture. At the bottom of the hill we jumped a little stream and headed back up another slope at the same dizzying pace. Now I was bent forward, nearly prone on the gelding's back, holding on for dear life. My throat was seizing up with desire; my jeans were maddenly tight at my crotch and the friction from the animal's flexing muscles against my groin was threatening to send me over the edge. I was desperate to get off this horse and onto Jack - goddamn it when was he going to stop?!
"Jack! Jack! Please...!" I groaned. Either he heard me or we'd reached our destination because he slowed the mare as we arrived at the top of the meadow. Jack slid off her before she'd fully stopped and turned toward me, his chest heaving as he panted, face flushed and eyes wild. The sight of a wet patch the size of a quarter at his crotch unleashed the mad craving to grab and squeeze that I'd had to subdue for the past two decades. In a single movement I dropped from the horse's sweating back and launched myself at Jack. I was about to explode; at the very least I needed my body to be smashed against his when it happened.
But Jack must have had other plans, because he stepped just to the side as I collided with him and I went stumbling past him. I reached out and grabbed his shirt as I fell, hooking my fingers between the snaps, and brought him down on top of me. He laughed as I struggled to turn from my side onto my back, his breath hot in my ear. I'd forgotten how strong he was now. But then I realized that my strength was also increased, so with a mighty thrust I heaved myself over and forced him onto his back. Then I sank onto his body, trapping him.
"Oh yeah Ennis, been so long," he breathed, his eyes dark and glittering. He bucked his hips hard, nearly tossing me into the air. But I was gripping the grass with both fists and he couldn't dislodge me.
"You aint gonna get away from me now," I growled in his ear as I ground my crotch against his, half-crazed with lust. My body was 23 but my passion for this man had been fermenting for almost twice as long. I didn't dare kiss him, or my cork would pop for sure. So I bit his neck and he gasped out Shit! His hands had been scrabbling on my back, pulling out my shirt, but now his fingers were prying at my belt. If I let him carry on down there it would be all over. I'd already died for this, so dammit if it wasn't going to make this last. I rolled off him in the nick of time and lay panting, willing my breath and pulse under control. I felt his hand creep onto my chest and I trapped it under my own. "Don't want this ... t'be over... so quick, Jack," I ground out. After a few moments I thought I could safely look at him and turned my face toward him
Jack's thumb rubbed slowly back and forth on my chest, his expression serious. "Ennis, d'you know where we are?"
"Yeah, we're in Hea-"
"No, I mean this spot."
I looked around and had to admit there was something familiar about this meadow. I released his hand and with great effort slowly sat up, resting my wrists on my bent knees. Then it hit me.
"It's where we got these shirts bloody," I said, remembering that day a lifetime ago.
Jack rolled onto his back and looked up at me. He reached out and smoothed his hand along my thigh; the caress jerked my thoughts back from the past and I was ready to climb back onto him. But something in his eyes stopped me, and I waited to hear what he would say.
"Bet you don't know what I was hopin'd happen when I roped your legs, do you?" His expression was only mock serious, so I played along. I leaned down on my left elbow and brought my lips close to his.
"Gee, never have figgered out what you were after, Twist." I let my right hand drift down the middle of his shirt, pressing each button, until I reached his fancy rodeo buckle. I flicked it with my nail, then let my fingers step and slide, step and slide along the long, hard length pressed up against the denim. Jack narrowed his eyes to slits, reached up to my shoulders and fisted my shirt.
"Enough messin around," he hissed, then lifted his head and kissed me, forcing... no darting his tongue into my mouth because I opened to him eagerly. I couldn't help myself -- I cupped my hand over his cock and squeezed while I kissed him. He groaned and shoved me back, flinging his leg over mine in the same movement and then we were tumbling down the slope, our arms and legs tangling, groins pushing together and away maddeningly. As our rolling slowed I began frantically wrestling with Jack's belt, desperate to get to him, and could feel his hands tearing at my shirt. Suddenly I felt grass and warm air on my thighs and back and realized that our clothing was pulling away in shreds and vanishing. Our boots were gone. When we stopped rolling, I was on my back with Jack naked on top of me. He lifted up and settled into my body, propped on his elbows, his thighs pressed against mine and every bit lining up where it should. Our slick cocks bumped and slid together, trapped by our stomachs. I couldn't stop myself, I wrapped my arms around him and kneaded his ass cheeks with one hand, massaging his neck with the other while he ploughed into my mouth with his tongue, moaning loudly. Just holding his body tightly against mine was the connection I craved right then and he felt that too, because he was shoving himself against me faster, the velvet slide of our cocks sending bolts of pleasure up my spine and deep into my bowels. He moaned in my ear Ennis... Ennis... I can't hold back... oh god squeeze me... don't stop... oh shit... oh lover!... and his flow of words gasped out in hot gusts into my ear blended with the roar of my blood from my pounding heart until there was no sound, only sensations -- hot steamy breath and soft slick tongue and urgent gasping cries and aaahhh pulsing pulsing release so blindingly intense I could swear I'd left my body for just a moment. Oh god.. oh god... Ennis Jack groaned as our spasms subsided and his body relaxed into mine. As I drifted into unconsciousness with Jack draped over me, my arms wrapped around his sweaty back, I mumbled "f'I could do it again, I'd never hit you."
As I surfaced slowly from a deep sleep, curled on my side, I felt the sun hot on my face and became aware of Jack's voice, close by and laced with concern.
"Ennis, Ennis! Wake up! What happened to you?" I opened my eyes to find him leaning over me.
"What'sa matter?" I asked groggily.
"Your nose is bloody."
I struggled to sit up, Jack's helping hand pushing my shoulder. We were no longer naked, once again in our clothes. I could feel the trickle from my nose and touched my lip to wipe away the blood. It was then that I noticed the stain on my sleeve was crimson now instead of brown. I glanced automatically at Jack's right sleeve - the blood on it was fresh. I looked at Jack's face, and when I saw his eyes wide and fearful my heart began to race. Cigar Butt whinnied from some distance away. I looked toward the sound and saw the two horses standing together at the old campsite, saddled, the mules packed and waiting next to them. When he saw my shock, Jack turned to look. "Shit," he breathed. He looked back to me, then down at the ground. "What do we do now?" he whispered, more to himself than to me. I looked in the direction we'd ridden from and saw Cigar Butt and the mare grazing in freedom in the lush green grass, the sky above them a vivid blue. Where the saddled horses stood, the colors were muted, ordinary. I understood then that we were expected to make a choice.
I didn't know how to answer Jack. This was the first point in our lives where I could have changed everything. If we could really do this over, and went down now, I would never walk away from him. But Jack had spent so much time building this place, waiting for me to come share it with him. It really was paradise; I couldn't have imagined such an idyllic life. Yet I'd only just arrived, and had nothing invested in it. I wanted us to create a sweet life together, side by side, with other people around. I pulled Jack to me so that he was caught between my legs, his back to my chest. I wrapped one arm around him, placed my other hand on his forehead and tipped his head back so that his cheek was against mine, then traced my fingers along his brow and hairline.
"Let's try again," I whispered.
"Why?" he said anxiously. "It's so good here."
"So I can prove to you that I'll never leave you."
He went still in my arms, then I felt him relax back against me. "Give me another reason," he murmured.
I thought for a moment, and then whispered in his ear three words I was sure would persuade him. I felt his cheek move as a grin spread across his face. He turned in my arms, his eyes shining, and clapped his hands to my face, then kissed me so ardently I couldn't help chuckling. He broke the kiss, scrambled to his feet and held out his hand to me.
"Let's go bring those sheep down," he laughed as he pulled me up. And so we did.