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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack hated November. He couldn’t care less about the bitter cold; he had grown used to the frigid weather. But the older he got, the more he noticed that bad things seemed to happen in his life during the month of November.
Poor Uncle Harold took ill in November, but he recovered in no time. Still, Harold’s illness stressed Jack no end, as he loved his uncle very much. And up on Brokeback, Ennis mentioned, almost in passing, that he and Alma would be getting married in November. Yeah, November was shaping up to be a bad luck month.
Jack couldn’t foresee the November several years down the road: Uncle Harold would die of lung cancer, Ennis would be married to Alma, and his own life would be one of loneliness and near despair. He would be forced to endure a stupid battle of wills with his father-in-law on Thanksgiving. Yes, Jack hated November, but December was just as bad.
gwyllion:
Awww... :'(
November is a bad month for us Brokies. :'(
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. :D
Luvlylittlewing:
--- Quote from: Gwyllion on November 24, 2009, 10:28:44 pm ---Awww... :'(
November is a bad month for us Brokies. :'(
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. :D
--- End quote ---
Hello, Sweetness, thanks for stopping by. It is always good to see you here. November is almost over, but I have to admit I do love Thanksgiving. Have a fabulous Thanksgiving, Love and don't be a stranger! :-*
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack watched as Lureen lowered a basket of freshly battered shrimp into the deep-fat fryer. The gadget was a gift from his mother-in-law who mentioned how the Newsome’s loved fried foods. Christmas Eve and Lureen was preparing a late supper of jumbo fried prawns, French fries, garlic bread and tossed salad. The simple meal had become one of Jack’s favorites. He was almost instantly transported to a mountain where out in the cold, Ennis Del Mar told him all about his favorite food:
Ennis was chomping down on an elk’s rib when Jack felt talkative. “I know you don’t care much about elk meat, friend, but what kind of food do you really like? What is your favorite?” Ennis thought it over. “Well Rodeo,” he began, “I have to admit to a taste for fried shrimp. I remember one time my grandparents took us all out to dinner at a place in town. I didn’t even know what shrimp was at the time, but my ma pointed it out to me on the menu. She thought I would like it, since I like fish. My pa thought the price was too much to pay for a young boy’s dinner, but my grandpa told me to order the fried shrimp.” Ennis’ voice trailed off and Jack noticed a faraway look in his eyes. “I loved the shrimp,” Ennis mentioned. “But I’ve never had my fill of them..too expensive.” Jack lowered his head, a bit sad, then. “You never got enough of them?” Jack asked, softly. “No, I never did, Rodeo.”
When Lureen spread the meal out on the dining room table, Jack watched as little Bobby speared a giant prawn with his fork. When Bobby munched on the fried prawn with gusto, he was again transported, but this time to a cabin upon another cold mountain. Jack was building a fire out back and preparing to add lard to a large pot he brought up for the occasion. Ennis was sleeping off their sweet lovemaking, when Jack thought he would prepare the surprise. He managed to stock several pounds of jumbo prawns up to the cabin in a cooler of dry ice. The prawns held up well. Jack watched Lureen prepare the batter many times, and he mixed it before he drove up, placing it in the cooler with the prawns and the dry ice. Jack was determined that Ennis would eat his fill of fried prawns. It would be a dream fulfilled: a dream as sweet as Christmas.
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was tired, but he was also in the mood for some good conversation and a romp around the old cat -piss- smelling tent. He wasn’t sure if Ennis was up for anything but sleeping and eating, though. After all, Ennis worked as hard, if not harder than he did. The fire was ready for a caldron filled to the brim with beans. Beans seasoned with a bit of salt pork was all Jack could manage. He hoped Ennis wouldn’t mind another meatless meal.
Jack didn’t have to worry. Ennis entered camp in a whirl and descended upon the tall pot of beans without a word. Jack sat on the hard ground and watched as Ennis ate heartily, noisily. Jack never knew anyone who liked beans as much as Ennis Del Mar. But did he really like beans so much, or did he pretend to enjoy them just to satisfy his lover? Jack could take the beans or leave them. Still, they were filling and good nourishment. Jack finished off a bowl before Ennis rode up. He was full and he was ready for love.
Ennis dropped his bowl down to the ground and smiled up at Jack. “Thank you, Rodeo.” It was the first words Ennis uttered since he bounded into camp. “Don’t mention it,” Jack said as he moved closer. Jack felt a sense of entitlement. He was full but unsatisfied. Ennis watched, amused, as Jack lifted his stripped shirt a bit and stuck his head under. Ennis heaved a hearty sigh as he felt the tip of Jack’s warm tongue caressing his left nipple. Ennis should be headed for the stream to wash the supper dishes, but that Jack Twist made love, and Ennis couldn’t resist. Jack withdrew his head from Ennis’ chest and rubbed the back of his neck. Ennis allowed himself to be led into the tent. The dishes could wait until later…much later.
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