It was well after midnight and Ennis was ready for bed. He was ready for love. Jack was warming himself by the fire, rubbing his hands together, blowing into his palms, trying to keep warm. “If you’re cold, let’s go in the tent, Bud.” Ennis said as he moved closer to Jack. I’ll do more than keep you warm, that’s fer sure!” Ennis winked at his lover.
“Well, I think I’ll sit up a bit longer, if it’s all the same to you.” Jack placed his cold hands under his armpits. “Come sit by me, friend. Let’s just enjoy this crisp, cold night for a bit longer.” Ennis moved close to Jack, and draped an arm around his shoulder. He leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on Jack’s cheek. Jack Twist sighed with pleasure and took Ennis’ hand. He kissed his open palm, traced Ennis’ lifeline with his tongue. “You keep that up, Rodeo and I’m gonna have to take you right here!” Jack chuckled and placed the back of Ennis’ hand to his mouth.
Ennis watched, transfixed, as Jack kissed his hand. As the fire died down, Jack was just a shadow, a ruddy image. Ennis was fascinated by the glow of his love in the firelight. He reached out for Jack, pulled him to his feet. And just as the last embers of the fire sputtered and popped, Jack allowed himself to be led into the tent.