Title: I'M DRUNK
Author: Donna McIntosh
Email: Brokeback Mountain
Pairing: Jack and Ennis
Rating: NC-17 FRAO
Summary: Ennis is drunk and horny. Can they really fix things?
Warnings: Adult language
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Annie Proulx. I just like playing with them.
I'M DRUNK!
"Jack Twist here,"
"H'lo Jack Twist here."
"Ennis? That you?"
"Yep. 's'me"
"You OK?"
"Yep. I'm drunk!"
"Oh. I kinda figured that. Got something on your
mind?"
"Nope. J'es wanna hear you talk is all"
"Ok. What would you like to talk 'bout?" Jack
grinned into his telephone, happy that he'd locked the
door behind him when he came into his study this
evening.
"You. Wanna talk 'bout how good you taste."
Jack chuckled. "OK. Sounds like a pretty good
subject to talk about to me." He leaned back in his
chair and put his feet up on his desk; something he
never could have done with Lureen hovering around.
"Jes a second. Need another beer." The phone clunked
down on the table.
"K. You want a beer Jack Twist Here?"
"No thanks. Think you've probably had about enough
too."
"Nope; got two left; one for me and one for you."
"Wish I was there to drink it with you, Cowboy."
"Me too. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Ennis? You OK?"
"Yeah. Jes bitchin. Miss you so much."
"Miss you too, Cowboy. You get drunk like this
often?"
"Not often enough. Jes weekends. Got nothin else to
do. Everybody else got things to do, and people to do
'em with. I ain't got nothin; jes beer."
"You got me, Cowboy. I'm right here wishing every
minute of every day that I was up there with you."
"But you ain't! You're down there in Texas with your
wife and boy!"
"Say the words, Ennis, and I'll move up there for
good; never leave your side again."
Silence.
"Ennis?"
"Whut?"
"You still there?"
"Yeah."
"You been thinkin 'bout it? Me movin up there for
good?"
"Nope. Can't do that, Jack. Could if you was a
girl."
"Shit, Cowboy. If I was a girl, I wouldn't have all
that stuff you like so much."
"Yer right 'bout that. Jack, you sure do have some
good stuff!"
"I'm glad you like it. Just wish we could spend more
time together."
"Ya like my stuff, Jack?"
"You know I do. How 'bout I come up there. I could
get a flight out tonight. We could spend tomorrow
together."
"Can you come over right now? Wanna fuck you; wanna
bad,"
"Ennis, I'm hours and hours away from you..."
"Jack..."
C R A S H.
"Ennis? Ennis? You OK?" Jack swung his legs down
off his desk top.
"Huh? Dropped my beer. Made a mess."
"Glad you're OK. You want me to come up there
tomorrow?"
"Jack, I..."
Silence
"It's OK. You probably ought to get to bed."
"Jack...why are we like this? Different?"
"Don't know the answer to that. Just know that we
belong together."
"Together's good, Jack; real good."
"Yeah. The best."
"You miss me?"
"So much, Cowboy."
"If you was a girl we could get married."
"If I was a girl, you wouldn't wanna marry me."
"Yes I would! I'd marry you and we'd live happily
after ever; like in the storybooks."
"Don't wanna be no girl, Ennis."
"Nope. Me neither. Like ya jes like it is. Like it,
what you got."
"Good cause there's no changin it."
"Wish we could get married. Like sleepin with ya.
Better'n Alma, Cassie"
"That's nice to hear."
"S'true; taste better too."
"Ennis, there's no reason we couldn't get us a place,
be together every night like you want; like we both
want."
"What 'bout the tire irons, Jack? Don't wanna get
dead. Don't want you dead neither."
"Earl and Rich probably never even thought of
something like that happening; caught them off guard.
We know it could happen. We'd be careful, Ennis. We
could get us some guns. You could teach me how to
shoot so's I could hit something."
"Guns? Guns cost money, Jack. Everythin costs lots
and lots'a money. Beer costs lots'a money too!"
"Wish we were having this conversation with you
sober."
"Huh? Whasa matter? You don't wanna talk to me?"
"YES, I want to talk to you. I'd like to discuss this
with you when you're sober."
"Don't matter, Jack. Can't do nothin 'bout it sober
or drunk."
"I want you in my arms, Ennis, every day and every
night."
"Like sleepin in your arms."
"Ennis, how drunk are you?"
"Huh?"
"How much have you had to drink tonight?"
"Twelve. Two left."
"So you've had ten beers?"
"Yep. Two's in frigdator. Want one?"
"Yeah, I do. Can you do somethin for me?"
"Do anythin for my JackfuckinTwist; anythin!"
"Will you take a nap for me?"
"Nap? Ain't sleepy. Wanna fuck you."
"Just lay down on your bed there and take a nap. When
you wake up, you can fuck me. How 'bout that? Then
we'll have that beer and some more conversation."
"ooh, Jack. Need t' fuck you."
"OK. We got a deal then. You take a little nap and
I'll be there when you wake up. We got a deal?"
"K. Wanna sleep with you."
"We can do that too. Promise. You just take a nice
long nap now, and when you wake up, I'll be there."
"Jack? You comin here? To my trailer?"
"Yep. Be there when you wake up but you gotta promise
me you'll take a nice long nap."
"K. Like talkin to ya, Jack. Ya make me feel good;
make me hard."
"Go lay down now and sleep and when I get there, we're
gonna talk; talk about everything. We're gonna fix
things, Ennis. It's time."
"Gonna fix it?"
"Yeah. It's time, Ennis. We're gonna be together."
"Oh Jack. 's'all I want. Jes t' be with you."
"I know. Me too. Sleep now. Then I'll be there, and
we can fix it."
"Jack...Jack...love you so much."
"Love you too, Cowboy. Always have always will."
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
"You asleep?"
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz"
Jack grinned and hung up the phone. Got out the phone
book and looked up the number for the Airport.
THE END