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twistedude:
Your writing gerts better and better! That last part was the best yet...can't wait for the rest...

But...a dash of Furisan ointment, and Jacks' hands would be well in a week...honest...even when it looks deeply infected and like the skin'll never grow back agian. Doesn't Jack know about the penicilin drugs? You have Jack leaving for two reasons: 1) he can't do any work with his hands messed up, and 2) he thinks, it's got to end sometime..becasuse of the way Ennis feels.

Are you sure?

Well, the story isn't ever yet, but I'm not looking forward to  a 14th century death from blood poisoning...please, one was enough! (Kristin Lavrensdatter)

Kea:
Thanks Julie

your reply made me smile...needed that today.....its interesting your take on what I had written...

I dont like to mess with people's perceptions....cos we each need to read a story and see how it speaks to our heart....but to my own it felt

 Jack left cos of the voices in his head....and the belief entrenched too deeply ....almost beaten into him..over the years...

that love is something you earn......

""If you don't do right, yer lose what yer have", he said, softly.'

make sense.....??

Thank you so much for the encouragement...and for letting me know...it was so hard to post this here.....

I hope to start part 5.....people like you are like wind beneath my wings ...that little updraft when you feel you are falling..

hugs
Kea

twistedude:
Ennis carving the horse:

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Kea:
Sorry for the long wait ....here is the concluding part...thank you for reading it..

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Annie Proux. I share them cos of my deep love and admiration for the spirt of these two men.

Warning : Course language, Sexual references and adult themes.

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Aint nothing Special

Part 5

It came slowly .   The shifting of a few clouds, a darkened sky, a sense of fore brooding. Then large heavy drops, cold and icy. Ennis pulled up the collar of his jacket, tugged his hat down low over his eyes.

“ Fucking rain’, he thought. He had been riding now for over two hours and there was still no sign of Jack. Still Jack was likely more familiar with Brokeback than he was. He had been up here last year after all. He had said so. For a brief moment, Ennis wondered who had come up with him that year. Was it another guy? And did they.

Ennis shook the thought from his head. Didn’t matter. Still, he felt this strange pang of jealousy run through him. It was not in his nature at all Ennis knew, to be jealous. He never so much as faltered when Alma had talked about her first beau, a young man that worked running his daddy’s feed store.

Nothing at all.

 Not one thought of it. But the idea of Jack spending time up on Brokeback with another man, twisted in his gut. He wouldn’t let himself imagine, what may have happened between them. He couldn’t, it made him feel an ache.

Ennis wasn’t sure why Jack had gone and wandered off, what ever it was, he knew he'd have to do some fancy talking. He didn’t like talking much. Never saw the point of saying much when a yes or no would do. Talking to Jack around the campfire was different, with him the words, they came easy, the thoughts flowed. He felt drawn out of himself his ideas, dreams and the fragments of his life.  Jack, who could often talk up a storm, would then go quiet, listening, nodding. Giving him space to talk. He liked the fact that they kinda knew things without saying much.

He hated to admit it by he missed Jack. It had only been a coupla hours and he felt the sense of emptiness that he rode up the mountain with, slowly creep into his soul, like a fog.  Slowly rollin in over the tops of the trees.

His horse would be needing a break and water soon, Ennis rode down to the small creek that ran through the lowerest point of the woods. It was a quiet corner, thick trees and shrubs fighting for sunlight. It was dark. The thick canopy would at least give him a break from all that rain.

With his horse by the creek drinking, Ennis pulled out a cigarette saved from the morning and lit up. He took long slow puffs on it, memories rising like the plumes of smoke. With each draw against his lips, memories of Jack stirred.

 Ennis remembered how shocked he was by the moist softness of Jack’s lips. Hot whips of air escaping from them as he looked into Ennis eyes. No one had ever looked at him that way, with rawness and a longing. Ennis felt it course deep through him. His mind had gone into a tailspin but his body clearly recognized this feeling. He felt himself harden, grow tight again this worn jeans, his heart quicken. Within seconds, he tasted Jack, his mouth hungry for this new experience with someone his very being recognized. He felt a shiver go down him as he felt Jack tongue against his mouth, gently exploring and searching.  There was no mistaking he was kissing a man, he could feel the course stubble of Jack’s chin against his, smell him and feel the tight strong muscles of his neck. . The warm beads of sweat that clung to his skin. And the taste of him. Ennis never knew anything so intoxicating.

He smiled at his thoughts, drawing in a long puff on his cigarette. Then he felt it, hot heavy on his neck. He turned to find himself facing a large brown grizzly.

 Ennis knew the bear was not full grown but large enough to do damage. To kill. Panic searing through him, he fell back, scuttling back on the hands and feet. Skin grazing against the rough gravel. Yelling.  He felt the pull of its strong paw on his leg, sharp claws tearing at him, Ennis reached behind his head, grabbed a large fallen branch and desperately tried to hold it between him and the charging animal. He kicked with both legs, yelling and screaming. Stunned at the fight this smaller prey was putting up, the bear drew back a moment. Then he heard in his ear, Ennis heard…. soft and low…tense.

“ Shhhhh…don’t move.”

Jack’s voice. Still, Quiet.

He could see out of the corner of his eyes, Jack had raised his shotgun to his eye, was taking aim.

“ Fuck Jack…fuck…don’t yer miss…” came Ennis whispered snarl.

He could see Jack ‘s face, dark shaded by the trees, his hat tugged down low, suddenly breaking down into a slow grin.

“ Shhhhh……”

The shot hit the stunned animal. He did not miss.

Ennis dropped his head down, crumbled to the earth.

“ Ennis. …Ennis…. you ok? “ Came Jack ‘s worried voice.

Ennis reached out, grabbed Jack by the collar and pulled his head in. He burrowed his face into the man’s neck and held on.

“ Shit Ennis…she got yer. …But it aint so bad….”

“ Where. …Where…I …’ Ennis voice breaking.

“ Was over there by that crop of rock when I heard yer…. Fuck Ennis….”

He grabbed Ennis and held him. Both crying quiet tears, shreds of blind fear and relief.

It didn’t matter that they said nothing. Explained nothing. Expressed nothing. It only mattered to be present. To Hold, to touch, to be together.

The cold air broke the moment as they pulled apart, knowing that they needed the few hours of daylight left to help them get back to camp. In each heart an ache and eagerness to go back. Back to part of what was special. A scared spot made holy by an unusual love shared. More than just a canvas tent in the clearing.

 A soul spot.

It was pitch black when they arrived back at the camp. The tasks that needed doing were completed with a sense of urgency. Ennis claw marks, washed and wrapped up. The burns on Jack’s hands tended to with some concoction Ennis had mixed up, a mixture of crushed roots and leaves, found and stuffed into a saddle bag, on the way to search for him


 Now they sat by the warming fire alone, with each other. Jack leaning against the length of Ennis body. His head against Ennis shoulder. The day and all its emotions seemed to have drained the sound from the night as both men sat in silence looking at the flickering orange flame.

“ Aint we a pair “ Ennis said, raising his arm up and touching Jack’s hands.

Jack said nothing .He nodded ,  still struggled with his ghosts.

“ Be a’right” came Ennis voice in the dark.

“ We will work it out”.

Jack turned to look at him. eyebrows furrowed, questioning.

“ The work. we will manage”.

Jack nodded slowly. Hope slipping from his face.

“Jack?”

“ Yeah “

“ You ok? You want me to put more of that stuff on yer hands?”

 “ No its fine…” he said. Quietly.

“ I need to take a walk”, he said rising suddenly and heading down to the river.

Ennis watched him. He felt confused. Knew this was more than Jack going for a piss by some tree. There was something wrong again. This time he didn’t want to wait. He drew himself up and followed.

Jack walked down to the river, stood on the bank, looked up. He kept his gaze up, then dropped his head and stared at the ground. Ennis could see that shadow, shudder. Like a silent prayer lifted up, had somehow been ignored.

When Ennis reached him, Jack turned in the dark and spoke

“ Ennis what happens off Brokeback?”

“ Well, we take the sheep down, collect our…”

“ I’m aint t talking about that.” Jack bit in horsely

 “I mean between you and me…. this a one shot thing Ennis?”

Ennis froze. He didn’t know the answer. Didn’t have an answer.

He grunted something, lowered his head, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“ Right…yeah.” said Jack. Turning and walking back to camp.

Ennis felt something well up inside him; he turned, grabbed Jack and pushed him hard against the tree. He held him there.  His strong arms pinning him down.

 Jack was stunned.

It was then Ennis saw his eyes were filled with tears. He blinked them away.

“ Fuck Ennis …whatca tryin to do now…break my back “ he hissed out.

“ I aint good with words Jack, yer know that…I cant say things all nice and pretty like you …Jack.yer just have to know it…. cos I aint never gonna say what I wanna say …..yer just have to hear it without me sayin…’ Ennis spoke slow and deliberately.

“ Ennis…maybe I need to  hear  whatca  cant say…maybe I need to know you can risk sayin it …”

‘ Jack ….I…things are different up here…heck the tress and critters they ain’t gonna tell no one but down there Jack with people watchin and knowing. and …”

Jack reached up , his hands hard and cold on Ennis face . His eyes , the blue darkening with a desparate need.

“ We’re not down there yet Ennis…aint no one here but us ….if you cant say it now …yer aint gonna get much chance when we get down.”

Ennis closed his eyes , gritted his teeth, his head learning against Jacks’ head , aching.

“Jack…when you were gone…I hurt like I was gonna die …right there…aint never felt no pain like that Jack…aint never felt nothing that hurting inside…I could'nt  hardly breathe …”

Jack held Ennis face in his hands and listened, looking deep into his eyes. Quiet tears falling off his face.

“ How can I feel yer.?…Taste yer….smell yer… And I feel yer in here,” he said his large hands thumping on his chest.

“ I know Ennis …I know …” came Jack voice soft and tender. Jack leaned in his lips pressed against Ennis forehead.as he whispered…

” God help me Ennis….yeah I know….”

“ Jack ….I aint no fucking  good…cant do nothing without yer”

Jack’s smile broke on his face. He clung onto Ennis collar and spoke to him slowly , his voice rasp with emotion.

“ I don’t need to hear much else Ennis….I hear yer….I hear yer…”

With that he pulled Ennis in, drew him into a long deep kiss. Passion, fear and ache blended together .His lips hard and bruising against Ennis, kisses with molten longing, drawn from deep inside. His tongue roamed into Ennis mouth , seeking out his. Pressed against his lips , he heard Ennis moan. Felt him tug his hair.

“ Jack….” Ennis hissed in his ear.

He felt Ennis draw back and reach for his belt buckle, snapping it undone. Next his fingers fumbled with the buttons on Jack’s jeans, tugging. He could hear their breathing growing, deep fast pants…

As his jeans fell around his feet, Ennis reached and held Jack’s cock, hard and stiff in his hand .The feeling sending a blot through Jack. He threw his head back against the tree his eyes clenched shut, his teeth gritted.

“ Ennis, yer know what this is doin to me “ he groaned.

Ennis was now on his knees…his hot mouth against the sensitive areas of Jack skin. Kissing.his thigh, brushing against his cock, His strong hands on Jack’s thighs, his balls . stroking. His tongue making soft flicks against skin.

“Damn it Ennis…” came a hoarse whisper.

Jack felt the sensation shoot up him, the longing for Ennis, intense and deep. He clenched his face, as he felt Ennis take his cock into his mouth. Slow deliberate sucks, moving steady up and down the shaft. Tongue flicking against his tight skin. Jack groaned. as a wild sensation gripped him. He leaned in grabbed Ennis head and drew it close into him. Not wanting to lose the feeling. His back arched against the rough bark of the tree. Its dry bark rough and hard against the skin on his bum. The grazing hurt but for now he didn’t give a fuck.

“Hell Ennis…what yer do to me…I….I… …” he panted out, words forced up against the swirl of sensations he felt.


He came into Ennis mouth, the moment throwing him hard back against the tree trunk, his eyes sweeping upwards to take in the stars as he felt himself soar. Drained, he dropped to his knees just as Ennis held him up. He kissed him deeply on the neck, sending a fresh wave of shivers down him. He felt a hard kiss on his neck, deep leaving a bruised mark of where Ennis had been.

Ennis drew back, licked his lips and smiled , that intoxicating taste of Jack , blended with the hot sweat that glistened on his skin now.

 Ennis felt Jack reach up to his shirt and start tugging away at the buttons, jeans undone and tossed aside within minutes. Jack dark blue shirt off and thrown over Ennis shoulder. Naked, hungry and filled with the need for each other, they held each other . The sweat on their skin, salty and slippery, mists rising from their urgent pants, clouding them in an almost ethereal mist.

 Jack kissed Ennis long on his mouth and then tuned his back to him, looking back with longing. Ennis leaned in his whole body covering Jack as he held himself up against the tree. He hugged Jack around the waist. Jack could feel Ennis was hard , his hips pressed up against Jack’s . Pulling him closer against him. Jack could feel Ennis warm lips on his back; feel his breath on his skin. The blasts of air, moist and warm. Ennis was hard and ready. Jack wrapped his arms against the tree trunks he felt Ennis pull away, ready himself and then enter Jack slowly. A low grunt escaped his lips, Jack dug his fingernails into the coarse bark of the tree, and his head flung back. Again Ennis drew back and entered him, this time with a hard full thrust that sucked the air our of Jacks lungs, he heard himself moan, swallowed up and lost to the feeling. He loved it that Ennis held onto him. His face pressed against Jacks back.

Ennis felt all the longing and worry and pain of the last few hours in each of his hard thrusts into Jack, his mind aching to match his body. He held onto Jack’s strong hard back, his hands feeling as each muscle tense and hardened with his thrust. He pressed his lips against the skin, tasting the taste of Jack, feeling him echo though deep groans in his chest. Together, they rocked against each other. Alone, existing for that moment only to be a part of each other. Joined, as one entity ,bodies, heart and sprits. Sealing a union and a fate.

Then in the middle of Ennis  moans and grunts, Jack heard it. A whisper. So soft he would have missed it is there weren’t so close to Ennis head againt his back, up near his ear.

“ Love ya…lil darlin “ it came soft and fleeting. A whispered secret.

Jack head fell forward against the tree trunk, his breath deep and heavy, his heart full. He blinked away a few hot tears. He had heard it. What he had longed to hear Ennis say. Maybe the only time. Maybe never ever again. But for now he had caught it, trapped it in the moment and sealed it with the most sacred part of him. To hold to the last moment of his life and beyond.

Ennis loved him. 

He sighed just as he felt Ennis  come, hot warm inside him. Ennis  groaned a deep long groan and fell against Jack’s back,.  Panting; drenched with sweat He could feel Ennis hot panting against his skin. They held each other, Ennis arms encircling Jacks waist, his head on Jack. Jack’s head turned up to meet Ennis mouth.  Holding each other . Holding the  moment. A moment to survive on.

Pulling apart, Jack turned around to face Ennis, their mouths against drawn to each other. An unknown and unfathomable magnetism. Each unable to repel.   Softer, tender, more content kisses, whispered words into each other’s ears.


Words of comfort . Words of promise.  Words that would be trapped by time. Held in the grasp of the same force that moves rivers , carves out mountains and draws hearts to become one.

Never to start.  Never to end , a continuity for eternity .

Words spoken in the darkenss from the depths of two hearts . Private, hidden ,sealed.

To be held till a time

When all time fell away.

THE END

Kea in flight:
Hi

Lovely to find my story still up here.....thank you...


been away for a long time but I am back again......hoping to catch up with some familiar faces/name and some new ones..

Kea
(Kea in flight)

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