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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis drove off, but stopped the truck once he lost sight of Jack in his rear view mirror. He climbed out of the vehicle and hobbled over and collapsed, again, against a massive tree. The tears started just minutes ago once Jack exclaimed, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” but were quenched once Jack forced himself on him: embracing, cooing, comforting, reassuring. But right now as he held his belly to prevent the dry heaves, the tears started anew; the release of tension proving a huge relief.
Ennis knew for sure that he couldn’t drive while the tears fell, and by the time they subsided, he was exhausted! Ennis Del Mar wept tears of remorse, but he also tasted salty, bitter tears of anger and fear. Once he felt a bit more like himself, Ennis shook the moisture from his eyes and face, returned to his truck and slid behind the driver’s seat and cradled his head in his arms on the steering wheel. The horses were as silent and as somber as he. Ennis felt awful! His eyes were puffy, red and itchy. His heart felt like it had ceased to beat. If only he could stay quiet and rest a bit longer…
Ennis considered himself a fool. What was he thinking when he told Jack that he was screwing Cassie? He should have known that the idea of him being with someone else – even a woman – would not sit well with Jack. “She’s history, Bud,” Ennis slurred out loud. And he meant it! He tried hard not to relive the fight he had just such a short time ago, but the thought of Jack’s face, so plaintiff and thoughtful as he drove away, made his blood boil and run cold at the same time. “You won’t leave me, Jack,” Ennis seethed as he started the truck. “I’ll be damned if you do!”
Luvlylittlewing:
Hiking up the mountain was a sexy adventure! Swimming in a frigid stream turned them on. The very act of chopping wood for the supper fire made them hot, and preparing dinner made their natures rise. The first day of the ‘fishing trip” was a carnal blast!
After supper Jack walked into the tent and fetched what looked like a baker’s box. Ennis watched with anticipation as Jack removed what was certainly a crème pie. Ennis’ mouth began to water, as he always had a sweet tooth. “What ya got there, Bud,” Ennis asked, his eyes boring into the dessert. “Just a banana crème pie,” Jack stated, as he dipped his finger into the frothy topping. Ennis’ breath caught as Jack licked the bubbly meringue from his fingers. “Give me some, please, Rodeo,” Ennis pleaded.
Jack chuckled and removed some of the topping with a trembling hand. He inched the meringue into Ennis mouth and blinked as Del Mar greedily sucked the sweet from his fingers, one-by-one. After Ennis' tantalizing display, both men were squirming and couldn’t wait to taste some more. They rose from the ground, ran into the tent, but Jack forgot something. “Go get the pie, Rodeo,” Ennis whispered as he undressed. Jack snapped his fingers and ran outside to fetch the dessert. Sweets on top of sweets that night!
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis placed his creel case on the kitchen table and his duffle bag on the floor. His girls were asleep in their little beds, but Alma was seated at the kitchen table smoking a sig. Her head was hanging down a bit and Ennis, after kissing her absently, tried to avoid eye contact.
“So what did he look like this time,” Alma asked, a bit caustically. Ennis was not certain he heard correctly. “What did who look like,” he countered. “Oh come on, Ennis,” Alma shot back, “You know who I mean. What did Jack Twist look like?” Ennis couldn’t answer. He was alarmed that Alma wanted to know anything at all about Jack. She avoided speaking about Jack at all times, now she wanted to know what he was wearing? “He still a fancy man? He still dresses up in nice hats and boots?” Alma’s question was laced with venom and what seemed like a tiny dose of pain. Ennis sat down beside her and took out a smoke from his shirt pocket. Alma pulled her lighter from the pocket of her house dress and lit the cig for her husband. Ennis took a quick, calming drag. He was a bundle of nerves.
“Well, he looked okay, I guess,” Ennis ventured. “I mean, I don’t rightly notice those things, Alma!” Alma took a drag of her own cig and nodded. “Look, Alma,” Ennis continued,” Jack has a good job working with customers and he needs to keep his looks up. He always seemed to care about his appearance, at least all the time that I've known him. And his wife has cash money. I’m sure she buys Jack a lot of fine clothes for the office.” Alma nodded again but said nothing. “Did he look too good to do some serious fishing,” Alma whispered as she shot a glance at Ennis’ creel case. “I would love to put on some browns for dinner.” “Uh, Alma, I did catch some browns, but Jack and I ate them up.” “Oh,” was her response. “But I can go down to Monroe’s and get us a batch,” Ennis exclaimed as he rose from the table. Alma didn’t have a chance to answer, as Ennis was out of the apartment door in a flash. Alma waited to hear his footsteps hit the last stair before she reached for the creel case…
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis was seated on Don Wroe’s comfy reclining chair, and watched as Jack poked the fire. Jack was talking about Bobby, and how he was doing better in school, and how most of the kids liked him, even though he wasn’t that good at reading and writing. Ennis grunted in agreement whenever Jack seemed to take a breath.
Ennis remembered Jack’s smile up on Brokeback when he told him all about his year of high school, and how he came to be up on the mountain. “Friend, that’s more words than you spoke all week,” Jack said with a gleam in his eye. “Hell, that’s more words than I said in a year,” Ennis answered, and it wasn’t very far from the truth.
When Jack was finished by the fireplace he walked over to his lover and sat down on the armrest of the comfy chair. He looked down at Ennis and smiled. Ennis rubbed Jack’s forearm and his throat tightened as he remembered the reason why we was able to open up in the first place. How could he remain quiet and withdrawn when someone finally took an interest? Jack was the first person to try to get to know him – to want to know him. Neither his parents nor his siblings ever took a genuine interest in him. Alma didn't seem to care about his hopes and dreams; she never asked. But Jack was able to go inside him and bring his true self forth. Ennis pulled Jack down onto his lap and cuddled him. Jack nuzzled Ennis' neck, and for once, was silent.
Toycoon:
Littlewing1957, you are so awesome!! :-* :-* :-*
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