One Hand In by moremojo
Jack clenched his eyes shut and held his breath as one greasy cowboy finger slid gently but firmly up his rear passage, his sphincter squeezing against the rare but always welcome pressure; Ennis was a pro, Jack thought to himself, as a second finger, and then a third, joined in the tight digital bouquet forming in his insides.
Jack eased out breath slowly as he felt the knotted fist, the instrument that had given him so much love and pain together, press against his dripping portal, easing its way up, up into his system--Easy, buddy, Jack flashed in his mind as he felt the warm, pulsing entity come to rest deep inside his fraught, quivering intestines.
Unwilling but hotly sincere tears welled up in Jack's eyes as he softly affirmed, "Ennis...Ennis, I love you", feeling so vulnerable yet strangely at peace with his lover so intimately connected to him; only when he blinked away the tears did he recognize Pedro's face, slightly puzzled but determined to please his paying customer, only barely hearing, "Señor, you okay?", whereupon Jack, still slightly dazed, began to relax in preparation for the now unwelcome hand to make its exit.
Wow, I would never have thought that one could write about it so beautifully. I'm impressed, Scott, and touched. And I even wished it had been Ennis's hand....
Where have you been, buddy? We've missed you!
Dagi