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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
“Jack, what’s the matter? You haven’t even touched your crumb cake!” Ennis looked at Jack, concerned. The crumb cake was one of his favorites, and a fitting end to the magnificent meal they just enjoyed. Jack didn’t answer at first. His head hung down just a particle, and he was unusually reserved. The entire fishing trip had been a wash, actually. Ennis looked forward to the time together, and Jack did the same. But this time there was a distance, a holding back on Jack’s part. Ennis didn’t make a big deal of it for the first few days. But Jack being nonchalant about crumb cake? Something was wrong. Ennis eyed his lover as he pushed back from the table and stood. Jack faced Ennis and his eyes held something dark. Ennis felt his blood began to cool. Whatever Jack was about to say, Ennis didn’t think he was ready to hear it.
“I got something to tell you, Friend,” Jack spoke, wringing his hands. “I got to get this off my chest.” Ennis was not the worrying kind, but the near hysterical tone of Jack’s voice gave him pause.
“Look, Jack, we’re here to have some fun. Why you wanna go spoil it by telling me bad news?” Jack shook his head.
“I know, and I’m sorry, Friend, but I gotta get this out.” Jack voice began to quiver, but now Ennis was the one who felt fear.
“Please, Jack? Can’t we just forget whatever it is you need to tell me? I don’t think I’m up to it.” Jack walked over to his lover and sat right down beside him.
“I’m sorry. You deserve to know.” Now Ennis was terrified. Not only that, he had an idea of what was to come.
“Go ahead!” Ennis whispered, his voice trembling. “Tell me.” Jack placed a steady hand on Ennis’ thigh, as though the very touch fortified him.
“I was with someone else, Ennis. I’m sorry.” Ennis felt his throat constrict as Jack’s words hit home. He wasn’t even aware when he fell to the cold Earth, his hands rubbing his temple as though to massage away Jack’s vile admission.
“He didn’t mean anything to me, Friend, and I swear it was just that one time. It will never happen again.” Jack climbed down next to Ennis and placed his head on his lap. Ennis allowed him to rub his cheek. "I..I just had to tell you or else I would be eaten alive with the guilt. Can you ever forgive me?”
“Why?” Ennis croaked. “What made you do it, Jack? Who is this man?” Jack opened his mouth to speak, but Ennis thought better of it. He didn’t want to know the identity of his “rival,” nor could he bear to hear about Jack’s reasons for being with someone else.
“Never mind, Jack,” Ennis whispered. “I don’t want to know his name. I don’t want to ever hear mention of him again. Are we clear on that?” Jack nodded, but didn’t speak.
“Look,” Ennis began, tenderly. “I know what I told you before about acting queer, but I also know you, Jack. You can’t be happy with our arrangement; I know you want and need more from me. You deserve more, Rodeo." Ennis sighed, heavily. "I want to believe that I’m your only one, Jack, but under the circumstances, I gotta know better. I also have to make allowances.” Ennis fought to release the words. He couldn’t believe his own calm. Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“If you have to have him, don’t tell me about it. I can’t stand it, Jack.” Ennis was folding, shutting down. Jack noticed and pulled him close. He rocked him, kissed him, cooed.
“I told you,” Jack began, “There won’t be a next time. I was weak, Cowboy. I was hurting, and when I came to my senses, I was terrified of you finding out. But I had to come clean, Friend.” Jack continued to rock his baby. “I hope we can save what’s left of the trip. I’m so sorry for spoiling everything, but I had to confess.” Ennis shook his head and snuggled in closer to Jack.
“I think we’ll be okay.” Ennis whispered. He was devastated, but resolved then and there to do better by Jack. It was the only way to keep his man.
“C’mon, Rodeo,” Ennis said, recovered. “I hope that guy taught you something new!” Jack shook his head and laughed.
“Ennis Del Mar, just when I think I have you figured out, you say something that throws me completely off.” Ennis smiled and reached out to Jack.
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis was standing so close behind Jack that he practically melted into his flesh. Both men were naked as the day they were born, and Ennis held Jack and moved him back and forth, swayed with him to a tune only he could hear. Jack let Ennis lead. He surrendered. It was a tender moment for both men, but Ennis felt like talking. He licked Jack’s ear, filling it entirely with his tongue. Before Jack lost his mind, Ennis had moved away from him and onto the leather couch. He motioned for Jack to join him.
Ennis: (Grabbing Jack’s hand) “Can we play that game again? You know the one where we ask the questions?”
Jack: (laughing) “Again? Don’t you know everything there is to know about me, Cowboy?”
Ennis: “Well, I want to do this a different way. Why don’t I ask you questions about myself and see if you can answer them?”
Jack: (intrigued) “Sounds interesting. Let’s do it.”
Ennis: “Okay, then. Where did I work before I joined you on Brokeback?”
Jack: (Instantly) “The AAA Ranch. You and your brother worked there for a few months before the owner went bankrupt.”
Ennis: “Very good. What is my brother’s name?”
Jack: (smiling) “Easy one. K.E. Del Mar.”
Ennis: “Right. What is the name of my youngest child?”
Jack: (sighing) “Friend, you ain’t even making this a challenge. Her name is Jennifer, but you all call her Jenny.”
Ennis: “Okay, smart man. What is Alma’s sister’s name?”
Jack: (Thoughtful) “Uhh..I don’t know. You got me there.” Jack punched Ennis on the shoulder. “No fair, Ennis. You never even mentioned Alma’s sister.
Ennis: “Okay, you’re right. Her name is Hattie. Now, where did me and Alma meet?”
Jack: “At church.”
Ennis: “Right again.” Jack smiled, triumphant.
Ennis: “What am I thinking right now?”
Jack: (shrugging) “How in the hell would I know that?” Ennis pointed a hand toward Wroe’s master bedroom.
Ennis: “You take the hint?”
Jack: “You jerk! Don’t you ever get enough?”
Ennis: (eyes twinkling) “I’m asking the questions, Rodeo. Now how about it? Ya wanna?”
Jack shook his head and smiled. “Yeah, I wanna.”
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was standing outside of his father’s shed, inspecting the building with a critical eye. “We can rebuild ‘er, pop,” Jack offered. I can come down next month for my vacation, and we can tear her down and build ‘er back up from the ground.” Jack looked at his father, expecting a response. Mr. Twist stood, silent, next to his son as he eyed the shed. ‘I don’t think this is a job for two men, Jack,” he barked. “What happened to that Ennis Del Mar? I thought he was supposed to come down here with you and whip this place into shape?”
Jack winced at the dig. He felt like a fool having even volunteered to rebuild the shed. He should have known that his father, the wretched old jerk, would mention Ennis. Never mind that it was the truth. The truth hurt like a bitch! Jack hung his handsome head a bit, but he didn’t answer. “What you thinking, boy,” Mr. Twist challenged. “Don’t tell me you can actually deliver some help around here?”
Jack dug his heel into the Earth. “I can ask, Pa. He got two little girls now and he has to work. We don’t see each other as much as we did.” Mr. Twist looked at his son’s wedding band. “That looks different, Jack. Is that the ring Lureen bought you?” Jack’s right hand moved instinctively to his left. He couldn’t believe that he actually had two rings: the one Lureen bought him, he wore while in Childress. The other, the ring glistening on his wedding finger, he bought for Ennis in the hopes that someday…!! John Twist didn’t get a reply. He knew that his son had changed rings; he was very observant. He was also very intuitive. “Get the thought outta your head, boy. That Ennis Del Mar don’t love you. He’ll never be with you.” The words cut. Jack breezed past his father – practically knocking him over in the process. John Twist rubbed his day old stubble and laughed out loud. He didn’t know why he was so cruel to his only son, but then, misery loves company!
Luvlylittlewing:
When Jack walked up to Ennis, he was leaning on his truck holding a triple scoop vanilla ice cream cone. Jack blew his lover a tender kiss but didn’t move to embrace him...yet. “Vanilla, one of my favorites,” Jack said as he eyed the cone. “I know,” Ennis answered, suddenly snaking his tongue around the base of the ice cream. Ennis licked a circle around all three scoops and passed the cone to Jack.
Jack wasted no time in licking the thick layer of ice cream that melted onto the sugar cone. The morning sun bore down relentlessly and the ice cream wasn’t long for the world. Jack passed the cone back to his lover. Ennis lapped the top scoop, and allowed his hands to become sticky with the melted sweetness. Jack watched, enthralled as Ennis licked the ice cream from his fingers.
Jack grabbed Ennis’ sticky hand and sucked what was left of the ice cream from his fingers. He reached for the cone and Ennis passed it over to him in a shot. “Finish it off for me, Rodeo,” Ennis pleaded in that husky voice of his. Jack was only happy to comply. He devoured what was left of the vanilla ice cream in an instant. The only thing left was the tall, sugar cone. “You want the cone,” Jack asked, panting, as he passed it to his lover. Ennis accepted the cone and nibbled at the base of it, sucking out the ice cream that clung to the bottom. Jack thought he would pass out. Ennis threw the rest of the cone to the Earth and pulled his Rodeo into his arms.
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis finished a few seconds before Jack, but both were trembling like leaves in a chilly wind. Ennis gave Jack a few seconds to recover before reaching for his pants pocket to fetch a cig. “You want a smoke, Jack?” Ennis whispered as he held out the pack so Jack could see it. “I know it ain’t your brand, but I didn’t think to pick up any Marlboro’s for you. How about a smoke?” Jack pulled himself up on both elbows and smiled at his lover. “You know I want a smoke, Friend,” Jack said. “I don’t care what brand you go there!”
Ennis lit his cig and put it in his mouth. He pulled another smoke from the pack and placed it between Jack’s lips. He bent down and placed the smoldering flame against the tip of Jack’s cig. It was a sensuous act – almost like foreplay. Jack inhaled deeply and blew out the smoke. Ennis took a deep drag and observed his husband. Jack made the very act of smoking a cig sexy. Ennis watched as Jack placed the cigarette between his lips. He was getting hot and bothered all over again.
“Put the smoke down, Jack,” Ennis commanded. Jack looked up at him. “Why? I just picked it up,” Jack spoke, puzzled. Ennis didn’t answer at first. He put his cigarette out and reached for his man. Jack pulled back a bit, but he was amused. “I don’t think I can, Friend,” Jack whispered. “You don’t have to do anything, Rodeo,” Ennis reassured. He moved downward and Jack had no choice but to surrender. He ground the tip of his smoke into the ashtray and in an instant he was on fire.
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