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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis walked up to where Jack was sitting on a folding chair, whittling some sort of figure from a log he found around camp. Ennis sat down beside him and squeezed his right knee. “Before we leave, Rodeo, I’m going to need my oil changed.” Jack glanced up from his carving and smiled demurely at his lover. “Well, that’s a racy way of putting it, Friend, but I suppose we can go into the tent once more before we head on out.” Ennis had to laugh! “Get your mind out of the gutter, fool,” he countered. “I really need my oil changed on the truck.”
It was Jack’s turn to laugh. “Oh, I thought you meant something else,” Jack exclaimed, amused. Ennis pulled himself up and reached a hand out to Jack. “C’mon, get up. I really need to have this done before I drive off.” Jack grabbed Ennis’ hand and allowed himself to be pulled up to a standing position. He tossed the figure he was carving and gave Ennis his undivided attention. “You know how to change the oil, don’t you,” Ennis inquired. “Yeah, of course,” Jack spoke. “I can do it in my sleep, you know that!” “Good,” Ennis said, as he walked toward his vehicle. “Follow me.”
Ennis handed Jack a can of oil and left to pack up the rest of his things. He watched as Jack bent over, his toned and firm buttocks high up in the air before his entire form disappeared beneath the truck. The sight of Jack’s buns left Ennis breathless. He tried to busy himself to divert his mind from sex, but it was no good. When Jack emerged from under the truck, the job all done, Ennis walked over and helped him up. “The oil changer is finished, sir,” Jack said, saluting. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Ennis couldn’t resist. He grabbed his lover and gently lowered him to the cold ground.
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack really craved the silent, cozy times. He loved the easy way that Ennis rested underneath him, never moving a muscle, tolerating the weight of a tall man atop him. Jack rested his head in the crook of Ennis’ strong neck, and nuzzled gently. Ennis purred, sighed, and traced a finger along Jack’s spine.
Jack placed tiny bites along Ennis neck bone but was careful to avoid giving his lover a hickey. Ennis was no longer a married man, but there was another: Cassie might see a raised love bite on Ennis’ neck and ask questions. Jack wasn’t happy about Cassie, but he didn’t want to cause problems for his man. Thus the tiny bites! Ennis sure tasted good!
Ennis tightened his hold on Jack, which suited him just fine. Jack moved his mouth from Ennis’ throat and searched out his lips. Ennis raised his head a bit and pouted in preparation for Jack. The kiss was sweet and a bit wet, just like the kisses to Ennis’ neck just moments ago. Content now, Jack decided it was time for a rest before the next round. He placed his head gently on Ennis’ chest and smiled as his lover kissed his hair.
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis opened his closet door and glanced over Jack’s "shrine" to the bottom of the space where he kept his work boots. Ennis selected his best pair and closed the door. He did good this time: no tears or straightening the postcard that always seemed to hang askew when the closet door opened. Ennis sat down on his small bed and donned his boots. He would head out for the ranch after a bit of breakfast and a cup of stale coffee. Yes, Ennis was proud of himself! He managed to get into his closet without losing his composure. He wondered how long his resolve would last. He allowed his mind to wander to a small “document” placed at the back of the shrine: Jack’s funeral program. Ennis stayed seated as he thought of the bizarre visit he received just last month:
He didn’t know how she knew where to find him, or even why she would visit. But there she was – the prettiest woman in Texas, or so Jack called her – and Ennis had to agree with Jack's assessment. She never said a word when he opened the door to the trailer, but none were needed. Ennis somehow knew that Jack's widow stood before him. He stood there at the stoop and observed the woman. She was dressed simply in a beige coat and wore a black fedora on her blond locks. She carried a large chocolate brown duffle bag that had the initials LV placed all over it. The woman looked well kept. She smiled at him, reached in her pocketbook and held up a folded sheet of paper. She placed it in Ennis’ hand, and without a word, walked away to a car that was parked at the end of the road. He let her go.
Ennis couldn’t look at the program. He didn’t even know for sure what he was holding until he glanced at it briefly and saw Jack’s picture there. What else could it be? After he was sure Lureen was long gone, Ennis placed Jack's funeral program on a shelf behind the shirts. It was still there; had been hidden for over a month, but Ennis never looked at it. He fetched himself a cup of coffee and decided to skip breakfast. As he left the trailer, he took one last look at the closet and allowed the thought of the program to enter his head. Perhaps he could muster the strength to look at it one day, but for now, he didn’t have the power.
Toycoon:
Aguirre appeared again on horseback like an unwelcome encore with news that there was some big storm approaching; Jack and Ennis had to bring the sheep down right now and that Jack's uncle Harold hadn't died after all but everything in Jack's world just had the wind knocked out of it.
"This jus' don't seem fair! How I am gonna explain to Ennis, we gotta go... we gotta quit this thing? The money? Shee-it," thought Jack knowing full well that their 'thing', their beautiful thing, had no name? None that either man could ever find the right words for.
Jack wept as he took the last post off of the tent and rolled it up with the other posts; he wiped his eyes and face with his sleeve and only smiled when Ennis rode up on his horse.
Luvlylittlewing:
--- Quote from: Toycoon on January 22, 2009, 01:33:28 am ---Aguirre appeared again on horseback like an unwelcome encore with news that there was some big storm approaching; Jack and Ennis had to bring the sheep down right now and that Jack's uncle Harold hadn't died after all but everything in Jack's world just had the wind knocked out of it.
"This jus' don't seem fair! How I am gonna explain to Ennis, we gotta go... we gotta quit this thing? The money? Shee-it," thought Jack knowing full well that their 'thing', their beautiful thing, had no name? None that either man could ever find the right words for.
Jack wept as he took the last post off of the tent and rolled it up with the other posts; he wiped his eyes and face with his sleeve and only smiled when Ennis rode up on his horse.
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Gorgeous writng, Love! Thanks for posting this; I really enjoyed reading through it.
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