When Ennis woke, his fingers were still buried in Jack's hair, and he leaned close, sifting through it, holding it to his lips, and then kissing the averted neck, once and then again, a surge of pleasure welling up, and he engulfed Jack in a bear hug that caused the sleeper to stir, startle, and then moan softly as he woke, captive in Ennis's arms.
"Huh, whuh?" Jack mumbled, still groggy, lifting his head, and Ennis put his lips to that spot once more, fragrant with the salt of his sweat.
"C'mere boy, got somethin fer you."