Right (3) by Toycoon
Ennis, dirty thumbnail in his mouth, gazed out the greasy window of the Greyhound bus watching the endless Wyoming fields fly by; "I cain't believe I left it like that" he wondered, "Jack was obviously trying to tell me something and I let 'im outta my sights."
Ennis turned the erotic scenario ever and over in his mind: he and Jack, naked, kissing, sucking and feeling every part of one another; Ennis rubbed his stiffening penis through his ragged jeans and embarrassed, looked around to see if any one was watching him.
That night when bus slowed down and came to a stop in Riverton, Ennis grabbed his paper sack and popped up out of his seat; " I don't know what this thing between me an' him is but shee-it, I gotta see Jack agin, I gotta know what he wanted to say ta me".