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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was bone weary but he was not too tired to throw a few things into his travel duffel and pack several edible items in a cooler. He endured a hard week at the dealership, as Mr. Newsome was seriously ill and Lureen was distraught. The old man was cetain that he was not long for the world, and Lureen spent most of her time at her father’s side. Her absence was a hardship, Jack realized. The running of the business fell to him, and he did his level best to keep the dealership afloat. His hard work did not go unnoticed. Lureen gave him the week of the 5th off, and he planned to spend it with Ennis Del Mar.
Lureen was at her parent’s place with little Bobby when Jack made ready to take the long journey to the Teton Range. He didn’t feel a smidgen of remorse or guilt, as little Booby would be fine with his womenfolk. And Mr. Newsome? Jack didn’t feel bad about leaving while the old man was so sick. Actually, Jack never believed that the old boy was on his death bed. He had been ill many, many times and each time he managed to pull through. "The old man is too evil to die," Jack reasoned.
Jack paid a visit to the Newsome’s spread just a few days ago to visit his father-in-law. Jack was seated in a chair right beside L.D.s bed when Lureen patted his shoulder and took leave. It seemed that Mr. Newsome wanted to speak to his son-in-law in private. Jack cringed when he remembered how the old man seemed to force the words out. He once again offered Jack a sizeable sum to leave his little girl for good and never look back. The old bastard said something about going to meet his maker and that he wanted his little girl free to marry a man who was right for her. He wanted to die with the knowledge that his Lureen could finally be happy. Jack wondered how the old faker would react if he accepted the offer. He was tempted to take the bribe, of course, even when he couldn’t convince Ennis to move away with him. Jack forced his thoughts to the present and to Ennis. He hefted his gear onto the back of his truck and slid behind the driver’s seat. He didn’t know what circumstances would transpire while he was living it up with the love of his life, but truth be told, he couldn’t care less. Jack sped out of his driveway and turned onto the highway. Ennis was waiting!
Luvlylittlewing:
“Hey, don’t forget the whiskey,” an already tipsy Jack Twist yelled playfully over his shoulder to Ennis. Ennis smiled back and donned his coat and hat. He was only happy to go out for more ice, and per Jack’s request, another bottle or 2 of whiskey. And why not? Jack was celebrating his 30th birthday and both men were feeling fine and mellow. All of their mutual friends were gathered at the party Ennis planned for almost a year. Bobby and Ennis’ girls were in charge of the food and the wives (the ex-wives, actually) kept the guest’s glasses full. Lureen was the first to notice how the whiskey and ice was in short supply. She told Jack who sent Ennis out to purchase supplies.
Ennis was back from the liquor store in a flash. He entered the hall he rented and stood by the door to take it all in. He watched his daughters and Bobby waiting on the guests. They handed over a plate of food with a smile. Lureen and Alma tended bar like a couple of pros. And Jack? He was in his element as he worked the crowd. Jack slapped a back here and there, planted a kiss on a cheek, laughed his handsome head off. Ennis couldn’t move as he watched his lover. Jack was so damned happy. It warmed his heart, and it made him as horny as hell. Ennis rushed over to the bar and handed the ice and booze to Lureen. He was off in Jack’s direction even before Lureen could thank him.
Jack’s blue eyes twinkled when he noticed Ennis moving toward him. Jack stood still and waited until his lover was standing right before him. Ennis smiled and whispered in the birthday boy’s ear. Jack’s face registered mock surprise and shock. “But cowboy, we have the hall until 11:00, and the party just started.” Ennis looked around, and pulled Jack off into a deserted corner. “I need you now, Jack. We can pretend that it is 11:00.” Jack couldn’t believe it, but he wouldn’t argue. Besides, he wanted Ennis, as well. “They’ll understand, Jack,” Ennis muttered. Jack nodded and walked back to the center of the hall. Ennis watched, flustered as Jack excused his guests. But in that very moment, a truck rumbled past outside Ennis’ trailer. He was so rudely awakened that he cursed. Ennis pulled himself up from his tiny bed and reached for the clock he kept close by. 9:13a.m. and he was late for work! It was not like Ennis to oversleep, and what could he tell his boss? He was late because he was dreaming about Jack Twist? Ennis leapt up and made ready for work. He would focus on the dream and let it get him through the day.
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis was anxious as he led his mule down the side of the mountain to the meeting place to order supplies. Jack rode into camp the night before in the middle of a cloud burst and caught cold. He was a shivering, coughing, sneezing mess when Ennis left him huddled in the tent. The first aide kit contained a lot of aspirin, some bandages and a whole lot of ointments. Ennis thought back a few hours when he took Jack into his arms and hand fed him a few Bayer aspirin. Jack smiled up at him with watery eyes. Ennis knew then and there that Jack deserved a treat.
The Basque was waiting at the appointed place, and he smiled sheepishly as he watched Ennis’ approach. Ennis handed over the list and waited expectantly as The Basque read it over: “Beans, jerky, powdered milk, bacon, ham, biscuits, and orange juice???” Ennis lowered his head when he heard the Basque’s voice question the addition of the juice. Ennis already knew that orange juice was a luxury, but Jack deserved it. Ennis was certain that a large glass of juice would lift Jack’s spirits and speed his recovery.
“Jack is sick,” Ennis explained. “I just thought a bottle of orange juice would help him get better. “I’m sorry to hear it,” whispered The Basque. “But if he is ill, shouldn’t he come down and go home?” The Basque looked into Ennis’ eyes and smirked. He worked for Joe Aguirre for almost 20 years and had heard it all from the young hired bucks. Ennis couldn’t fathom Jack leaving him up on the mountain all by himself. “No, he ain’t that bad,” Ennis responded, hastily. “I just thought together with the aspirin, the juice would do Jack good.” The Basque smiled and walked away, leaving Ennis there for a few moments. He returned with what looked like a bottle thrown carelessly into a brown paper bag. The Basque handed the bag to Ennis and motioned for him to look inside. Ennis pulled the full bottle of OJ from the bag and he looked up at The Basque and smiled. “We all need a bit of comfort sometime,” said The Basque as he filled the rest of Ennis’ order.
Luvlylittlewing:
The pretty man wearing a blue shirt and distressed jeans walked over to the juke box and had a look. Ennis was seated all by himself, nursing his 3rd beer and smoking his 2nd cig of the evening. The man’s startling blue eyes stole glances at Ennis as he stuck a quarter in the box and waited as his favorite song boomed loud. Ennis didn’t look up as the gorgeous young man stood before him. “May I sit?” the young man asked, almost shyly. Ennis was ready to give a curt reply until his eyes met those of the young man. He couldn’t speak, but instead motioned to the empty chair beside him. The young man flashed a dazzling smile and took a seat.
He called himself Jack Twist and Ennis learned that Jack was just barely making a living by riding broncs. He was a married man living in Texas, and he had a beautiful wife and a sweet little son. Jack was in town to ride in a competition that Sunday night in Cody, and he was alone. Ennis told him all about his life: he was the father of 2 pretty little girls and he was divorced. He told the young man that he did mostly seasonal work at local ranches to take care of himself and his kids. Jack listened with great interest. His smile was warm and he seemed enthralled. Ennis was intrigued, as well. He was so lonely that he could barely stand it, and when Jack placed a tender hand over his own, he made no attempt to move away. Jack rose quickly from the table and made for the door. Ennis settled the bill and followed him out.
It was not a dream, but one of many waking fantasies Ennis conjured when he missed Jack so much that the pain was palpable. Just a few more shots of whiskey and Ennis could take to his bed to live out the rest of the fantasy. He wasn’t sure how he would end it this time. Last week Jack took him to the hotel he rented while in town for the rodeo. A few days ago Ennis ended the story by bringing Jack to the trailer for a few fun and games. The possibilities were practically endless and would be helped along by the whiskey and the comfort of a warm bed.
Luvlylittlewing:
“Let me help you with that,” Jack offered as he watched Ennis’ attempt to light a supper fire. “No, I got this,” Ennis answered softly over his shoulder. “You just take a load off after that long journey of yours, and I’ll take care of camp tonight. I know how tired you must be.” Jack flashed that mega watt smile of his and winked so seductively that Ennis almost burned himself. That man would be in serious trouble come lights out.
Jack was settled in no time. Ennis found him standing out back of the cabin, a cig dangling from his full lips. Ennis stood behind and watched him for awhile. Jack was very still as he took in the view. He moved only to flick the ash from his cig, and as he did so, Ennis caught sight of one of Jack’s baby blues. Ennis saw tears, he was certain of it, and his heart didn’t know whether to break or rejoice. Tears of joy? Had to be! Ennis decided right then and there to provide comfort and reassurance. He sidled up behind his lover and grabbed him tenderly in a bear hug. Jack didn’t even flinch, but pulled his friend even closer.
It was one of Ennis’ favorite day dreams. The fishing trips were a thing of the past, but not in privacy of Ennis’ imagination. He could hang out with Jack whenever he wanted to, really. And in the years since Jack’s passing, he and Jack were “together” at least once a day. Ennis was retired after many years as a ranch hand and he vowed to spend the reminder of his days on his own terms.
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