Has anyone read the latest chapter?? ****SPOILERS*****
Jack in a slip and eyeliner? THUD
“What in the fuck are you wearin?” Ennis growled.
“It’s a slip,” Jack said, nonplussed, blowing smoke. “Like the kind you’d wear under a church dress.”
“That’s disgustin!” Ennis hissed, springing to his feet.
“Then let’s be disgustin,” Jack whispered, stepping closer to Ennis, tossing his cigarette into an empty flowerpot on the windowsill.
“Don’t like bein a queer, but if I wanted a girl...!” Ennis spat.
Jack pulled Ennis’ hand to him, ran it down the side of his thigh, the calluses on Ennis’ hand snagging the black silk.
“Feel how soft that is,” Jack coaxed.
Ennis wanted to yank his hand away from this scene but he couldn’t, so goddamn weak he felt right now. He clenched his jaw against a memory’s reflection of Jack with one eye made up, playing. Ennis could see he had some of that stuff on now, his coal-rimmed eyes burning the sweat out of Ennis’ pores, the rugged bite of Jack’s sensuality holding fast to his throat, hurting Ennis in the way he liked to be hurt.
“Feel how hard this is.” Jack twisted Ennis’ fist around his cock through the slip, Ennis rocking forward until his head came to rest on Jack’s shoulder, huddled over their handshake.
“This ain’t bein a girl, just somethin I want to try. It’s you and me here, that’s all, bein whatever we want.”
Jack always made whole truth out of the world’s nonsense for Ennis and he felt that truth deface the sadness that was painted onto his muscles and over his organs, until it had become his life’s only color.
Ennis looked up at Jack’s shoulder jutting out from under the thin strap like a hanger too big for its shirt. One strap had slipped down and that did something to Ennis, showing the part of Jack that he hadn’t let anybody get to, until now.
Ennis put his hand out, lingered, hesitated. His finger slid under the fallen strap and lifted it into place, pressing it into Jack’s shoulder.
