Jack and Ennis pushed back from the table after wolfing down 3 pieces of fried chicken each. Little Stanley was still working on his second chicken leg. Lessie practically glowed when she saw her guys devouring her fried bird, collard greens, hot water corn bread and raspberry iced tea. Few things in life gave her as much pleasure as being complimented on her cooking. “This is real good, ma,” Stanley mumbled between bites. “Sure is, Les,” Ennis stated as a tiny burp escaped his lips. “Best fried chicken I ever ate,” Jack announced, and he meant every word. Lessie smiled all around and reached for another chicken wing. She was well aware that she didn’t need another piece of chicken, but a widow woman had to have some kind of pleasure in life. “Help yourselves, gentlemen,” Lessie enthused. “There is plenty of food on the stove if you need 3rds!” Jack nodded, rubbed his swollen belly and politely declined. “We better go check the shed out back,” Jack said, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, Ennis began, “We can get a head start on tomorrow, and work off dinner, to boot!” Ennis rose from the kitchen table and motioned for Jack to follow him out back. Lessie and Stanley were silent as they watched Ennis and Jack head for the kitchen door, and move out to the back of the property. Lessie grinned at her son and turned back to her chicken wing. She thanked the Lord for sending Jack and Ennis to her. They turned out to be hard working, personable, loyal, and not that it mattered in the least, but they were very easy on the eyes.
Jack swept up around the shed while Ennis pulled weeds in Lessie’s garden. “Looks like we can plant the tomatoes tomorrow,” Ennis yelled over at Jack. Jack continued his sweeping, but found it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. He looked over to where Ennis was bent over the earth – his firm buttocks straining the fabric of his jeans. Jack wiped the sweat from his brow. He didn’t want to become aroused until much later that night, but the sight of Ennis’ sweet butt was just too much. Jack dropped his broom and walked over to where his lover was busy pulling weeds. Jack lowered himself to the ground and molded his strong body over Ennis’. Ennis didn’t know what to say or do. He didn’t expect the “attack,” and was nervous that they would be discovered in such a way. “Jack, what you doin? Are ya crazy?” Ennis turned his head and beheld Jack’s face: a face heavy with lust. “I’m crazy about you!” Jack mouthed, huskily. “Get up off me, Jack!” Ennis almost shouted, nervous now.
“Ahem!!!???”
Ennis and Jack froze as they heard the sound. They were still crouched, spooned on the ground as Lessie walked up behind them. She was standing tall over them, both hands on her ample hips. No one spoke. Jack looked up at his kind employer and was more forlorn than embarrassed. He was certain that their time with Mrs. Boykin and little Stanley had come to an end. Ennis was thinking the same thing. Looking at Lessie standing there, it was near impossible to discern her thoughts, but a good Christian woman would never approve. Ennis wondered how long she would stand there, and mentally calculated the money they were able to save in the few weeks they worked for Lessie. It was a tidy sum, they enjoyed every moment earning it, and now they would be forced to move on. Ennis looked around at the kitchen door and imagined little Stanley sitting at the table, chewing on his chicken leg. He thought back to the time when he met Stanley’s grandfather:
“Wait a minute, young man!” Ennis reached the truck first and had his hand on the door, poised to open it up. Jack looked back at the Boykin house where an elderly gentleman stood at the door. He had to be Stanley’s grandfather, as Stanley looked a lot like him. Jack glanced at Ennis and they both walked over to the elderly gentleman. He was perhaps the handsomest old coot in 3 states, with his black hair slicked back, a fashionable white streak standing out against the silken black. His face was lined, but full of compassion. He wore overalls and was wiping his hands on a towel. “Yes, sir?” Jack offered, shyly. “What can we do for you?” “Where you headed?” Was the old man’s reply. Ennis walked up the steps to the house and faced the kindly old gentleman. “We thought we would head out of State, up along the Utah border for awhile, see if we can find work.” The old man nodded. “Well, good for you. But if you want to hang around for the night, I have a few chores that I sure could use help with. I’m getting too old to take care of the place by myself. And with the children visiting, my wife is all tied up." “Yeah, she needs to be tied up,” Ennis thought, bitterly. “Talk it over with your friend. You guys can make a few dollars, and in the morning, you can be on your way.” Ennis nodded, turned and walked down the few steps to face Jack. He told his lover about Old Man Boykins' offer. Jack told him that they shouldn’t turn down work. And besides, he was anxious to see about little Stanley. It was settled. They walked up to Mr. Boykin, shook his hand and followed him into the house.
Topic: Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition (Read 2158701 times)