Ennis didn’t mind being alone when he had such fond memories of Jack Twist to sustain him. He was awake, in bed, when he had an urge to touch himself, down there. In his mind and his heart he remembered Jack, and how Jack liked to hold him. Jack held him even when they didn’t necessarily feel like having sex. Jack loved Ennis’ sacks of sugar, often palming them, gently rubbing, feeling them relax and expand in his large hands.
Ennis remembered sitting by the fire, or on the couch, side by side, as Jack held him. He often became very forward – freeing Ennis from his jeans, palming his sacks, holding them like they were balls of gold. Ennis didn’t mind this one bit! Didn’t mind that the very act of holding him, caressing him, was becoming Jack’s favorite past-time.
And suddenly Ennis saw the image of Jack bending down, taking one ball into his mouth, releasing it and gulping the other. Ennis could see Jack gently mouthed the small treasures, tasting, licking, moaning until the vibrations almost forced Ennis to lose his senses. Ennis couldn’t wait to be with Jack again. Couldn’t wait to be held.