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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was never falling down, sloppy drunk up on the Mountain, but he could put away the whiskey with the best of them. Ennis spent many a night passing the bottle with his friend, and Jack always managed to drink him under the table. That Jack Twist knew how to hold his liquor even when he tossed back an entire bottle. Ennis was glad that Jack wasn’t a mean drunk. As it happened, Jack Twist was a giddy, affectionate drunk.
Ennis loved it when Jack had a few in him. He loved the sound of Jack’s shenanigans when he put back one too many. It was a delight to see Jack dancing around the fire singing and shaking his rear. Ennis couldn’t believe that Aguirre actually allowed the Basque to bring them whiskey all the way up there. Weren’t they too young to drink? Well, Aguirre was never the one to follow the rules; he was famous for picking the rules he wanted to obey. It seems Aguirre understood the need for a lot of whiskey up there on the mountain.
Jack was still dancing! Ennis couldn’t fathom a happy drunk! His father had been a mean drunk, and his entire clan knew when to beat it when his dad had been drinking. But Jack was just the opposite. And when the sun had set and Ennis needed to go back up to the sheep, Jack’s goodbye kisses were heavy and fragrant with drink. He gently wrestled Ennis to the ground, lay prone across him and kissed every inch of Ennis that wasn’t clothed. Why, Ennis thought Jack might lick the wax out of his ears! “You’re too good to me, Rodeo,” Ennis whispered, huskily as he pushed a drunken Jack Twist up off of him. Jack was silent as he enveloped Ennis’ lips once more and exhaled a whiskey fog before he let him go.
Luvlylittlewing:
Bluebelle made such a racket at the entrance to the tent that Jack had to stifle a chuckle. He laughed out loud when the little dog howled and bayed like a wolf. “Let her in, Jack,” Ennis said as he pulled his mouth away from Jack’s kisser. “I came up here to see you, but Bluebelle is welcome in here anytime, as far as I’m concerned.” Jack didn’t like the idea of Bluebelle lying around the tent. She was much more useful out by the sheep, keeping a watch out for predators. Besides, she had fleas, and already infested the tent with the tiny buggers. Jack looked at his friend. “You really want her in here, Ennis?” Ennis smiled and nodded. “Yeah, let her in fer just a minute."
Bluebelle scampered into the close space of the tent the moment Jack moved the flap aside. She headed straight for Ennis and jumped right onto his lap. Ennis cooed and spoke soft words to the dog as he petted and rubbed her spotted coat. Jack glared at the fleas that formed a tiny cluster on his ankle. “I don’t know how much longer I can deal with these pests,” Jack muttered as he slapped at the tiny insects. “I’m being eaten alive here!" Ennis was sympathetic to Jack's plight, of course. He didn't know why he was never bothered with the fleas. Jack was right: he was always tormented by the small, small vermin. Mebbe his blood is sweeter than mine, Del Mar reasoned. Ennis parted the hair on Bluebelle’s back and flinched when he saw the fleas there. “I know you’re both miserable, Rodeo,” Ennis remarked. “I’ll have Emile bring up some flea powder when I go down to the bridge in a few days." “Thanks, friend,” Jack whispered. “I have this flea bath that was left over from last year, but not enough here to do much good." Ennis considered what his friend just said. “Why don’t you put a bit on her anyway, Jack,” Ennis began. “It can’t hurt and just might help.”
Ennis watched as Jack poured the contents of the bottle onto Bluebelle’s back. The dog didn’t protest; she sat very still, as Ennis was scratching her behind the ears. Jack massaged the liquid into her coat and smiled when he noticed Bluebelle’s closed eyes. She seemed to be enjoying the attention. Ennis watched as Jack rubbed Bluebelle’s coat. When he was all done, Jack opened the tent flap and shooed her outside. Bluebelle exited the tent without a fuss. “Looks like I had better get back down to camp,” Ennis said as he reached for his beige coat. “I’m fixing beans again tonight.” Jack nodded and reached for his friend’s belt. “You want me to love you a bit before you leave?” he asked, huskily. Ennis couldn’t hide his lust, but he had a job to do. “When you ride down for supper maybe I’ll take you up on it. But for now, I gotta go.” Jack nodded and followed Ennis out of the tent. Bluebelle was waiting there, her tail wagging.
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis rode up just after Aguirre bounded off and dismounted, pulling a wounded lamb with him. Ennis glanced at Aguirre's back, and watched his departure. Jack walked up to his friend and helped him place the lamb onto the cold ground. "What did the boss want?" Ennis asked, in passing. Jack was seated on the ground next to the lamb. He ministered to the gentle creature as Ennis stood before him. "He had bad news for me," Jack explained, gently. "He says that my uncle Harold is in the hospital and he might not make it." Ennis moved closer to his lover and ran a cold hand along his shoulder. "I'm sorry about that Rodeo," Ennis whispered. "But your uncle just might pull through. You gotta have faith." Jack felt heartened at Ennis' words. He rubbed the tender hand on his shoulder.
That night after supper Jack was quiet, reserved, and his aloofness worried Ennis. Ennis, never a talker, tried his best to bring Jack out of his gloomy mood. He told a few jokes, wove a few tall tales about deer he shot while on a hunting trip with his father, even made up several lies about riding a bronc. Jack listened, but he didn't really seem to hear. Ennis was doubly spooked when he saw a single tear stream down Jack's handsome face. Ennis moved to where Jack was sitting in a flash. He folded Jack in his arms and held him, gentled him. Jack snuggled back, held on. Ennis knew he was doing the right thing.
Later still, Jack prepared the camp for the night's sleep. He moved in the light of the fire: he was a slim, beautiful vision in a cowboy hat. He was also moving slower than usual. Ennis gathered his things and made ready to return to the sheep, but he hesitated as he was concerned about his friend. "You gonna be okay, Jack?" Ennis whispered as he pulled Jack close. "You want me to stay?" Jack kissed Ennis' neck and left a wet spot on his collar. "No, you go on ahead. I'll be okay." Ennis nodded and released his lover. "Ennis?" It was Jack, coy, tentative. "Look, friend, I'm sorry for how I behaved tonight." Jack pulled a hand across his wet eyes. "I guess the news about Uncle Harold hit me harder than I thought it would. He was my favorite, Ennis. That man helped raise me, and never said a harsh word to me." Ennis had Jack back in his arms by then. "I don't know what I'm gonna do if he dies." Ennis didn't have to say anything. He released Jack only to replace his gear and remove his jacket. He pulled Jack toward the tent. Jack didn't protest, but followed Ennis in and closed the both of them off from the world.
gwyllion:
Awww! That was so sweet :'(
;)
Luvlylittlewing:
--- Quote from: Gwyllion on August 27, 2009, 08:15:24 am ---Awww! That was so sweet :'(
;)
--- End quote ---
Thanks, Love! :)
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