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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Day 5 of an absolutely idyllic fishing trip and Ennis didn’t want to leave. He told Jack over a light supper that the two of them deserved a longer vacation than 10 days. Better make it 12. Jack couldn’t believe his ears. He wanted to suggest the same thing, himself, but was afraid that Ennis would say no. Jack gazed longingly at his lover over the dying embers of the supper fire. “Do we have enough supplies for 2 more days?”
The answer was no, and that very next morning Ennis and Jack headed down from the mountain into town. They would buy a few things that would hold them over for an extra 2 days. Ennis drove the both of them to a shopping area that was anything but bustling. Ennis pulled into the parking lot of a small market and killed the engine. “I’ll go get us a few steaks and a whole chicken,” Jack announced, absently, as he climbed out of the truck. “Okay, bud,” Ennis answered as he looked around. “I think I’ll go take a walk down the block and see what there is to see.” Jack smiled at that and entered “Richard’s Grocery Nook.”
Jack was in and out of the grocery in no time, carrying a large paper sack of vittles. He was relieved when he saw that Ennis thought to leave the truck open, just in case he was out before Ennis made it back. Jack placed the supplies in the truck bed and climbed in on the passenger side. He pulled out a cig, lit it up and waited for his lover. 15 minutes and no sign of Ennis! Jack was more put out than worried. It was time to head back up to camp and start the mid-day meal. He decided to give him 5 more minutes, and then he would go out and track him down. 5 minutes passed and no Ennis Del Mar. Jack climbed out of the truck and headed down the block where he saw Ennis walking. Ennis wasn’t hard to find, and Jack didn’t have to walk far. He saw his lover looking rather fondly, almost dreamily in the window of a woman’s fashion store. Jack sidled up to Ennis and followed his gaze to a woman’s leather handbag. “Nice purse, Friend,” Jack giggled. “It’ll go good with your blue jeans.” Ennis cracked a tiny smile. “I just thought Alma would like something like this, is all,” Ennis explained. “She doesn’t get nice things very often and I just thought..” Jack turned serious at the thought of Ennis wanting to do something nice for his spouse, and rarely getting the opportunity. “C’mon, friend, let’s go take a look at the purse.” “No, no, Jack, I can’t afford nothin’ like that..” “We just lookin,” Jack soothed. “Nothin’ wrong with taking a look.” Ennis shrugged and followed Jack into the store. Mary’s Boutique was filled with girly wonders. The accessories section was stocked with luxury handbags that carried steep price tags. Jack picked up the bag that Ennis eyed in the window. “You think she’ll like this?” Jack asked as he turned the handbag so Ennis could see it from all angles. “Yeah, what woman wouldn’t?” Ennis answered. “Okay, well, I see one that Lureen would like. Why don’t I pick them up for the girls?” Ennis was all poised to object, but Jack was already on his way to the register. “Jack..I..,” Ennis objected, but Jack acted like he didn’t hear. He paid for the bags with a credit card and had the cashier wrap them up. Next he pulled Ennis out of the shop and led him to the truck. Ennis opened the passenger side door of the vehicle and waited while Jack placed the packages alongside the bag from the market. “Bud, you shouldn't a done that,” Ennis whispered as he placed the key in the ignition. “I’ll never be able to pay you back!" Jack shook his head. “You don’t need to pay me back, Friend,” Jack began. “Listen, I’m keeping Alma’s husband away from her for a few more days. Consider this a thank you for her understanding.” Ennis couldn’t argue with that. And he planned to thank Jack himself when the sky turned red and the sun beat a hasty retreat.
Luvlylittlewing:
“Life can be hard, very hard, friend,’ Jack spoke silently as he picked at his lunch. “Sometimes I feel the world is a dark, sad and evil place.” Ennis nodded at Jack’s admission while Jack’s mind raced back to the week before the fishing trip. Lureen was hostile toward him, old man Newsome was impossible to please at work, and little Bobby was spending too much time with friends. Jack rarely got to see his only son. Ennis watched his lover and was appalled to see that Jack was sitting at the table with his head hanging down. He placed what was left of his chicken sandwich on the plate. “C’mere, Bud, forget about lunch.” Jack was puzzled, but did as he was told. He placed his own sandwich on his plate and rose when Ennis came toward him. “Let’s go for a walk,” Ennis said as he grabbed Jack’s hand. “I have something I want to show you.”
It was summer and very comfortable on the mountain. Ennis held Jack’s hand and led him beside a raging mountain stream that was lined with fragrant blooms. Ennis moved his hand in a motion that caused Jack to take in the scene. “See the stream here, Bud,” Ennis began, “Do you like the sound of the waters moving, the sight of the current, the force of it all?” Jack managed a smile so small that Ennis thought he imagined it. “Sure, Friend, I like it fine.” Ennis didn’t like the sound of Jack's response. It troubled him. He would have to try harder. “What about the flowers? Aren’t they beautiful? You like flowers, don’t you?” “I like the flowers,” Jack whispered, defeated. “And look at the squirrel over there. Ain’t he cute? Look at how nature sends us little creatures to make us happy.” Jack had to crack a wide grin at that one. Why, Ennis was becoming a nature man! “Yes, it is all very nice. Is there a point to this, Friend?”
Ennis pulled Jack close and held him tight. “I only wanted you to see that there is so much in life to feel good about, to make us happy. And the things that are the best in this world don’t cost us a thing.” Ennis looked into Jack’s baby blue eyes and thought he detected moistness. “When you are feeling down, the Earth has a way of making it all better. It’s why we’re here, Jack. You have the entire wonder of nature to cheer you up. And remember, you got me!” Jack had to smile at that. “Oh yeah,” he whispered, and allowed himself to be kissed.
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis arrived at camp first. He erected the tent in no time and had a fire going and a couple of hot dogs roasting for lunch by the time Jack drove up. Jack jumped out of his truck and was in Ennis’ arms in a flash. After the hugs and kisses, the uttering of “son of a bitch,” and the slaps on the shoulders, Jack unpacked his supplies and joined Ennis by the fire. Ennis handed him a hot dog and some crisps, and settled down on a log to eat lunch and catch up.
It was a trying half year for both of them. Ennis was working hard to support his daughters, and Jack was a regimented husband and father. But being together in the beauty of nature, both men felt their troubles wash away with the rivers current. Jack was the first to finish his hot dog. He watched Ennis as he ate. “What is it, Bud,” Ennis asked as he noticed Jack’s stare. “Oh, nothing, Friend. I never get tired of looking at you, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. You look good enough to eat.” Ennis felt the flush rising from his neck, moving to his cheeks. His hot dog was all poised to eat, but Jack’s words caused Ennis to stop – his hot dog inches from his open mouth. Jack squirmed. He wasn’t in a hurry to make love, though. He had other plans. Ennis recovered enough to finish his lunch and lay back, content, against a tree. “Hey Ennis,” Jack began, “You want to try something new?” Ennis looked at his friend. “Well that depends, Rodeo. What you got in mind?” Jack was off to his vehicle in a flash, and before Ennis could join him, Jack had removed 2 expensive looking bikes from his truck bed. “What do ya think, Cowboy? Ya wanna go for a bike ride?”
Ennis squinted in the sun at the bikes. “Jack, I don’t mean to be difficult, but riding a bike ain’t exactly new.” Jack laughed. “I know, but we’ve never rode a bike together. When was the last time you rode on a bicycle, Friend?” Ennis had to think about that one. “Well, I can’t rightly remember. I never owned one, we was too poor. But I did borrow my friend Scott’s bike from time to time.” Jack grew thoughtful when he heard this. “Yeah, I never had a bike growing up, either. Like you, I had to use a friend’s bike when I was little. What ya say? Ya wanna ride out to the river? Maybe take a little dip when we get there?” Ennis shook his head in the affirmative and climbed onto the bike that Jack held out for him. Jack was the better rider, of course. He owned the red bike and rode it often on the weekends at home. He bought the blue bike especially for Ennis and the occasion. Ennis hadn’t been on a bike in years, and it showed. But by the time they neared the river, Ennis was riding along like a pro. It was a great time for the both of them. Jack neared the river bed first, and wasted no time in disrobing. Ennis caught up in an instant and practically pulled off his clothes. The water was fine. Jack swam and splashed while Ennis floated and let the waves carry him along. He made a point to keep in sight of the bicycles Jack brought. That Jack Twist! Never a dull moment. Never dull!
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was visiting his home in Lightning Flat after his summer gig on Brokeback was cut short. He sat at his mother’s kitchen table with a mug of steaming coffee and a glazed donut in front of him. Jack took a sip of his brew after nibbling at his sweet. “Good to have you home, son,” Mrs. Twist practically sang. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, but you look rather thin, sugar. You get enough to eat up there on that mountain?” Jack didn’t even have to think about that one. “The food was pretty bad,” Jack related as he took a gulp of his coffee. “But there was enough to eat, for the most part. Remember there was another guy up there with me this time, and he was in charge of bringing up food and supplies every week." Mama Twist nodded, thoughfully. “This other guy, was he fair when it came time to share with you?” The question took Jack by surprise. He was instantly transported back to last month, and in his mind’s eye, Ennis was crouched with him between two massive trees, the 30-30 in his hands and trained on an elk. Ennis shot an elk for him to eat after the week’s supplies were all but lost when the mule Ennis was leading back to camp got spooked by a bear and ran off, spilling supplies all over the Earth’s floor. And he did recall that time when Ennis heated up a box of soup for dinner. “When did you start liking soup,” Jack asked as Ennis poured him a bowl of Chicken Noodle. Ennis only shrugged. It was then that Jack knew the truth! He told him, “No more beans,” and Ennis ordered soup from the Basque to please him. “He was more than fair with the food, ma,” Jack said as he drank his coffee. It was an understatement. Jack never met anyone as selfless as Ennis Del Mar. To illustrate, Jack told his ma a little story:
“I remember one week about a month in, and our food was growing scarce. We had a few days before Ennis left to go meet the Basque, and I didn’t know how we would make the food stretch until then. Ennis was the camp tender at that time and whenever I rode into camp, he had supper ready for me. That Wednesday Ennis prepared what was left of the canned meat. He spooned a bit of the nasty mess on his plate, and he hesitated before loading my tin plate with the meat. “Here, Rodeo, I’m not that hungry tonight, and you need your strength. Take an extra helping." Ma, he was willing to give me the bigger share of the meat, and even after that, he was piling food onto my plate!”
Mrs. Twist was so moved by Jack’s accounts of Ennis’ generosity that she couldn’t speak. Jack’s ma knew what it was like to go hungry, and to her, sharing food was the exact same as sharing love and affection. “He sounds like a fine man, that Ennis Del Mar,” Mrs. Twist finally managed. “I would love to meet him someday.” Jack nodded, sadly. He didn’t hold out much hope for ever meeting Ennis again. “Perhaps we’ll see him sometime, ma… I would like that very much.”
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack needed some music. He walked over to Don Wroe’s entertainment cabinet and ran his fingers along the LPs stacked up along Wroe's state-of-the-art record player. Jack was rather amazed at the range of music that Mr. Wroe collected. He had everything there from Abba to Z.Z. Hill. Jack felt in the mood for the soulful styling of Marvin Gaye. He removed the LP, "I Want You," From the jacket and placed it on the turntable. Marvin’s smoky voice filled the space instantly, and Jack curled up on the couch and grabbed for his glass of whiskey. Marvin Gaye, Del Mar and whiskey! What could be better?
Ennis was in the shower, washing off a day’s worth of grime. He and Jack hiked and ran, swam, hunted and ate. They did everything but love. Love could wait until the dark of night after the last meal of the day was eaten, and the sky was black. Ennis soaped his firm body, and when he heard the music, he instinctively moved in time with the beat. Ennis felt caught up, led along by a melody, a music that he had never before experienced. It was mesmerizing, irresistible. Ennis stepped out of the shower and pulled a towel around him. Soaking wet, Ennis walked into the living room while Jack hummed along with Marvin, and sipped his whiskey.
Jack didn’t notice his lover at first. Marvin sang, “ohh aww aww baby, you sure love to ball..” Ennis couldn’t believe the provocative lyrics, and was more than a little surprised that Jack seemed to know the words. Ennis stepped in front of Jack and dropped his towel. Jack looked up at his nude lover, soaking wet, lust pulsing from every pore. Jack dropped his glass, but neither man noticed. They were running for the bedroom before the last shard touched the floor.
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