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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Ennis had a scratchy, fine voice, but he didn’t want to start belting out a tune and make poor Jack self-conscious. He endured while Jack sat down on a couple of logs and “serenaded” him with every kind of song from top 40 hits to church hymns, even a Negro spiritual or two.
After Jack finished murdering “His Eye is on The Sparrow,” Ennis clapped and uttered with all sincerity, “Very good, Rodeo!” Jack bent over in an exaggerated bow and smiled coyly. “Why don’t you give us a song, Ennis?” Jack asked, playfully. “You in good voice?” Ennis lowered his head and tried to hide a grin. “I don’t know about all that, bud,” Ennis muttered. “I think we had just about all the music we need for one afternoon, don’t ya think?” Jack tried his best to hide his disappointment, but Ennis knew in an instant that Jack was sorta hurt. He didn’t say another word, but had something up his sleeve.
It was getting late and almost time to bed down for the night. Jack took one final walk around the perimeter of camp to make sure that the fire was fixing to die out, but would smolder long enough to keep the wildlife away, at least for awhile. Ennis was inside the tent, preparing for bed. Satisfied that all was well, Jack climbed inside his brand new tent, and after undressing, joined Ennis in the sleeping bag. Ennis pulled his man close and kissed him tenderly on his forehead. Jack snuggled into his lover’s arms and very gently, very sweetly, Ennis started to hum into Jack’s hair. He sang so quietly a tender love song. After all, Ennis did feel he owed Jack a song. Jack was so moved he couldn’t speak. No other sound in the tent except the whisper of two lovers snuggling, rocking - one crooning a song of love.
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack never expected to see Jimbo the Clown waiting for him in the parking lot of the bar. Jimbo was leaning up against the driver’s side door of his truck, his arms folded in front of him. Jack was astonished! How did Jimbo leave the bar so soon, and how did he manage to slip by him? Jack looked at Jimbo and away to the entrance of the bar. Jimbo’s handsome mouth turned up in a grin as he noticed Jack’s confusion. “Ya ever hear of a back door?”
The dewy fine hair on the back of his neck stood straight up, and Jack wanted to heed his instincts, but Jimbo was very sexy standing there all smiles. Jimbo crocked a little finger Jack’s way. C’mere this way, cowboy," Jimbo whispered so softly that Jack wasn’t certain he heard. “My name is James, but you probably already knew that.” Jack was silent. He was wary. Why would the best rodeo clown he ever worked with –and he was the best – be interested now after turning him down, after humiliating him just moments ago? Jimbo noticed Jack’s hesitation and it seemed to amuse him. “What’s the matter, Cowboy, cat got your tongue?” Jack flinched. He stepped back, but Jimbo wouldn’t give up. He cocked his head toward the bar. “I’m sorry about how I treated you back there, and I apologize for high tailin’ it to those clowns over playin’ pool. But Jack, I didn’t say anything about you, I promise.” Jimbo examine his nails. "I just wanted to throw them off our trail, make up a few white lies to keep them off the scent, if you know what I mean." Jack knew what he meant, wasn’t sure that Jimbo spoke the truth, but he wanted to hear him out. “Look,” Jimbo said, “I got me a nice little place I’m renting over by the fairgrounds. We can have the place all to ourselves for the rest of the night. The landlady lives upstairs but she’s visiting her sister for the weekend.” Jimbo took a step toward Jack. He wondered if Jack would pull back if he took his hand. Jimbo gently lifted Jack’s hand in his. Jack didn’t pull back.
Jimbo’s room was unremarkable, but the sheer size of it gave Jack pause. Jimbo had a suite, actually. The full sized bed was neatly made and covered with a horse blanket. An overstuffed chair and ottoman and a heavy oak wood table on which rested a small TV were the only furnishings. Jimbo motioned for Jack to sit down on the bed. “Make yourself to home,” he told Jack as he flopped down on the chair. Jack sat down on the bed and watched as Jimbo hoisted his feet onto the ottoman. “I’m tired!” Jimbo stated emphatically as he practically peeled his hat from his damp hair. Jack said nothing as he admired the man. His stomach began to drop when he considered just how much James reminded him of Ennis. He fought to chase the memory of Ennis out of his consciousness. If he played his cards right, he just might get lucky.
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack watched as James rose from the overstuffed chair and sat down next to him. He gently rubbed Jack’s hand and looked him square in the eyes. “I don’t know much about you cowboy,” James began, tenderly, “but I sure noticed you out there.” Jack blushed and thought back to that very afternoon when Jimbo saw he was in trouble and rushed in to lure the angry steer away from him. He also seemed to keep an extra eye out: watching after him when he limped away in pain. Jack could feel Jimbo’s eyes boring into his back as he headed over to the medics tent. He was sure glad he didn't imagine Jimbo's interest; didn’t misread the signals. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, Jack.” Jimbo was rubbing Jack’s shoulders. “I like to know a little something about the guy I’m about to make love to.” Jimbo didn’t imagine the twinkle in Jack’s blue eyes. Jimbo listened intently as Jack told his life story.
“We have sort of a like history, Jack,” Jimbo stated as a matter of fact. “I’m from a small town up by Honeygrove Texas, and my ma and pa never had much to do with me, either.” James spoke while he unbuttoned his shirt. He motioned for Jack to stand, and he approached him, a wicked smile on his handsome face. Jimbo’s eyes held Jack’s as he removed his own shirt. Not a word was spoken as Jimbo reached over and began to unbutton Jack’s blue shirt. Jimbo broke the spell: “I think my pa suspected that I liked boys, but he never said outright.” Jack thought his heart would explode in his chest. Jimbo pulled Jack’s shirt off and laid it on the bed, never taking his eyes away from Jack’s. “My ma? Well, she left all the dealings with my pa. She only had time for my little sis.” Jimbo was unfastening his belt, all the while searching, holding Jack’s baby blues with his own. Jack didn’t know how it was possible, but Jimbo didn’t even look away, didn’t break the stare as he stepped out of his pants. Jack thought he would lose his mind when Jimbo stood there naked as the day he was born. No underwear! Jack’s manhood strained painfully against his jeans and his heart threatened to escape his chest cavity as he moved closer to Jimbo. Jack’s eyes began to water and Jimbo took that as a sign: a very good sign. “Take off your pants, Jack, Jimbo whispered. “Let’s get this on.”
They never even made it to the bed. Jimbo lowered Jack to the floor and very slowly explored Jack’s hard body with his hands, with his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” Jimbo whispered. “I knew you would be so damned beautiful." Jack couldn't speak, but no words were necessary. "Let’s see what you got, cowboy...no going back, are you ready? Are you okay?" Jimbo's tenderness surprised Jack. He nodded his head slowly and positioned himself. Jimbo took him slowly, almost reverently, gently! The sex was warm and wet and sweet! Jack and Jimbo seemed to breathe in tandem as they reached that magic moment.
gwyllion:
Oh BWT! I never thought of Jimbo as hot before! :P
Luvlylittlewing:
--- Quote from: Gwyllion on November 11, 2010, 03:37:57 pm ---Oh BWT! I never thought of Jimbo as hot before! :P
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Me, either! But I think he bears a certain resemblance to Ennis. Stay tuned, as I'm working on a part 3 to this story. :)
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