Wouldn't want anyone to miss a drabble fix...probably a bit long, but...like others have said, the guys have a lot to say! AU! Here goes...
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Circle JE Ranch, April, 1995
Jack dropped the mail on the desk in front of Ennis, leaned in to kiss the back of his neck and nuzzle his hair while wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
Ennis tilted his head up to meet the kiss, eyes closed. “Mmmmm…ya smell like hay, and horses, and sunshine, and sweat, and…”
“So, ya want me to stop?” he mumbled softly into the golden curls.
“Jist long enough for me ta turn around and show ya my appreciation.” Jack did, and Ennis did, a long, deep, thought about you all day sorry I missed lunch I'm late I’ll make it up tonite whatever you want kind of kiss.
Breaking the kiss with a sigh, Ennis turned back to the desk, adjusting his glasses. “Now go on and clean up, while I look at this pile ya left here and see whether we can afford to go to Micky’s Place Saturday night.” Picking up the silver letter opener, he slit open the power company envelope with a deftness born from years of castrating calves.
“Ouch,” Jack winced with a sideways smile, both arms now around Ennis’ shoulders. “Remind me to stay out of your way at brandin'.”
“Ha, Ha, Ha… Hey, here’s a postcard from Junior. Says enjoyin' Bryce Canyon Lodge, walked into the Canyon with the twins yesterday, boys scared a bunch of owls in a cave, back Friday, wish you were here.”
“Wish we could be refereein’ those two fer 'em, more'n likely! Ya know, let’s skip Micky’s 'n have 'em over instead. Hear about the trip, 'n start plannin' fer Father’s Day.”
“Yeah, I’d like that, haven’t seen ‘em in too long.” Pause. “Wish Frankie would come.”
“She will, someday, cowboy. Don’t give up on her.”
“Won’t do that, can’t, luv her, she’s still my little girl, even if…'n if’n ya keep that up dinner'll be colder than usual,” scrunching his shoulders in response to the nibbling on his left ear lobe.
“Okay by me, ain’t hungry for that kinda food right now.”
“Go on, git…” A gentle shrug of the shoulders, loving arms withdrawn, palm brushing a caress across his cheek, footsteps towards the stairs, a tightening in his jeans, a small smile crossing his lips. In a soft voice he called over his shoulder, “I’ll be up when I hear the shower turn off. And don’t use all the hot water this time.”
“Won’t need that ta warm ya up,” came sailing back, followed by the sound of boots taking the stairs two at a time.
Ennis felt the warmth of the grin that went with those words. ‘Jack fuckin' Twist. How I love ya, ya dumbass!' he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slowly, thinking about so many things. Then, a few more calves got castrated while the water ran for a really short while.
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