Title: SECOND CHANCES
Author: Brokeback Mountain
Rating: NC-17 FRAO
Warning: Sexually explicit M/M scenes
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Annie Proulx; not me.
Summary: A casual meeting with a stranger changes Ennis's mind about
living with Jack.
SECOND CHANCES
He couldn't take it any more! Their last meeting had showed him
that. He saw the look in Jack's eyes. This time was different.
They said their goodbyes as usual; gave each other a hug and kiss,
slap on the back and he drove off. He had never seen that look in
Jack's eyes before and he knew what it meant. Something had broken
between them this time; something that would never be the same.
He couldn't stop the tears as he drove home. The thought that Jack
wouldn't be coming back in November kept eating at him.
He had that look. He was saying all the right words but it wasn't
there in his eyes anymore. Whatever it was that drew them to each
other like steel to a magnet. It was gone and he knew it.
He got drunk that night when he got home. Spent most of the next
week going over what was said between them. It was all true. Every
word he said to Jack. He had to admit that all of what Jack was true
as well. All the terrible things they said to each other, all the
yelling and tears and even the make-up sex; and the one thing that
stood out in his mind above all the rest of that trip was Jack
staring out across the moon-lit water and saying "The truth
is...Sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it."
Those words touched something inside Ennis that he didn't quite
understand. Made something all warm and good swell up inside him,
took his breath away just thinking about it. He listened to them over
and over again in his mind. He could have said those words himself.
The long months they spent apart were getting harder and harder to
stand. He missed Jack something awful. He should have told him
that. Maybe he wouldn't have had that awful this-is-the-end look in
his eyes when he drove off.
Payday Friday came around and his mood still hadn't changed. He went
straight to the Black and Blue Eagle bar, ordered a beer at the bar
carried it with him to a booth in the back that was empty. He sat
staring at the bottle, watching the rivulets of moisture run down the
side and stop on his hand where he gripped the bottle. "Sometimes I
miss you so much..." kept running through his mind. Each time
bringing with it that shiver of warmth through him. Those were
special words, Jack had said and he had none to answer him with.
Just took him into the tent and made sweet love to him; held him
close all night.
The crowd was picking up, the place getting noisier; some kind of
party going on, he figured. Well, it was about time for him to leave
anyway. He had just finished his third beer when a young man stopped
at his table.
"Sir? Could I borrow a light?" Nice looking, late twenties, longish
blond straight hair, preppy dressed like he just stepped out of a
college yearbook.
"Sure." Ennis said and reached his lighter up to the unlit cigarette
dangling from the young man's lips.
Some raucous laughter broke out and he was shoved in the back, nearly
landing face first on the table. He slid into the booth across from Ennis.
"Sorry. I'll leave soon as the crown clears." He said.
"It's OK. I was 'bout to leave myself." Ennis said.
Another crowd of about ten showed up and the place was really
jammed. A waiter came by carrying a tray of beer bottles and sat two
down on the table in front of them and went on by passing beer out to
every one in the place. There was no way he could make it to the
door right now so he decided to stay put and drink the free beer.
The young man stared out the window into the crowded parking lot in
silence. There was something about him that bothered Ennis.
Couldn't quite put a finger on it. One thing for sure, he'd been
crying. A tear ran down his cheek and he caught it with the back of
his hand.
"Look. I'm sorry. I should never have come in here. Your're probably
part of the wedding party there. You don't need me around bringing
you down."
"I ain't part of no party. Just came here myself to get my week-end
drunk started off." Ennis said.
"You get drunk every week-end?"
"Mostly."
"And you're drinking alone?" More a statement than a question.
"Story of my life." Ennis allowed.
"You live in this town all your life?"
"Mostly."
"I hate it here." He screwed his face up tight, fighting back the
tears.
"Easy enough place to hate." Ennis agreed.
"My name is Charlie." he reached a hand across the table.
"Ennis" Ennis took the hand and shook it.
"I'll be leaving for good tomorrow morning." Charlie said.
Ennis said nothing.
They smoked in silence for a while then Charlie said, "You ever love
someone and hate them at the same time?"
"Funny question. Usually it's one or the other; never both." Ennis
said.
"My dad. I love him so much. Always have. Always did everything I
could to please him. Straight 'A's all through school; on the
baseball, basketball, & track teams. Earned letters in all three!
Never got a speeding ticket, never missed a curfew." He shook his
head, looked down and wiped his eyes again. "And now he hates me.
Never wants to see me again."
"Sounds pretty hard, sure you heard him right?"
"Oh, yeah; loud and clear."
Ennis didn't know the young man's pain but he understood misery when
he saw it. He wanted to say something to make him feel better but he
never was any good with words. He didn't say anything. Took another
swallow of beer.
"He said as far as he was concerned, I was dead. Called me a
Pervert; said he never wanted to lay eyes on me again."
"What the hell you do to make him turn on you like that?" Ennis
regretted the question the minute he asked it but it was out now and
he really did wonder about it.
"I came out to him." Charlie looked down at the table, fingering the
bottle in front of him.
"You came out to...see him?" Ennis asked, confused.
"I told him I was gay." Charlie clarified his statement.
Ennis stared at him, still not grasping the situation.
Charlie looked up at him, red rimmed eyes; seeing that Ennis clearly
did not understand.
"I'm gay. Homosexual. Queer." He said the words just loud enough
for Ennis to hear but it wasn't really necessary to lower their
voices; nothing could be heard over the celebrating wedding party.
"I just finished medical school. Top of my class. I applied for
several different residencies. One in Casper I really wanted so I'd
be closer to home. But I guess I'll be accepting the one in San
Francisco instead."
Ennis was dumbstruck. Here this young man was sitting in a crowded
bar talking about...this stuff.
"My partner, Denny, preferred the San Francisco hospital anyway."
"Your partner?" Ennis asked through squinted eyes.
"Yeah. The guy I'm living with. We went through medical school
together; studied together. We're going to open a practice together
after we finish our residencies."
Ennis stared at him, shock evident on his face.
"You never heard of two guys living together?" Charlie asked.
"Heard about it. Bad results though." Ennis remembered his old
neighbors back home.
"Well, it's done all the time now; nothing new about it. People
just aren't hiding it anymore. Sure was hoping my dad would be
different." He shook his head sadly.
"Aren't you afraid? You know what could happen if people find out?"
Ennis warned.
"Afraid? No. Not about that. Do I ever get afraid? Sure. Like
anybody else. I'm not crazy about big cities. I get lost a lot.
Always afraid when I'm driving on those freeways. I'm afraid at work
sometimes. Afraid I'll do something wrong and someone will die
because of me. I'm afraid all the time for Denny. His entire family
has serious health problems. I worry myself sick sometimes thinking
I might lose him. There's lots of things to be afraid of; but I'm
sure not going to spend my life without the person I love just
because my dad and people like him, think I'm a pervert."
Another round of beers was sat down in front of them. They both took
a long swig and sat the bottles back down on the table.
"San Francisco is a beautiful city. Denny's from right near there,
small town across the bay. His folks like me. Welcomed me with open
arms, took to me right away." A wistful grimace crossed his
face. "Denny was willing to stay here in Wyoming if I wanted.
Haven't told him yet. Looks like it's going to be California for
me. You ever been to San Francisco?"
"No. Never been out of Wyoming." Ennis had to tear his eyes away
from the young man; thought he might be staring.
"No kidding? Well San Francisco is the place to be for me and
Denny. They got gay bars, hotels, restaurants; whole communities
there. I can walk down the street holding Denny's hand and nobody
even takes no notice of it. Its 1984, for Christ's sake. Should be
like that all over. People should know that gay people don't choose
to be gay. Who would choose to be something that is the butt of
jokes; ridiculed everywhere you go? We're just people, like
everybody else." He stubbed out his cigarette and finished off his
beer.
The crowd left en-masse to continue the festivities elsewhere and the
place was near empty again.
"Look, Ennis, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you down. I
shouldn't have unloaded on you like that." He stood up to go.
"It's alright." Ennis stood too and reached out a hand to
him. "Hope everything works out for you. Maybe your dad will come
around."
"Thanks" Charlie said. "Somehow I don't see that happening." A sad
smile and he was gone.
Ennis paid his tab and went on home. He lay in bed a long time
thinking about Charlie and his 'partner' Denny. He was scared
to death for them and hoped he didn't see their pictures on the TV
someday, with terrible things happening to them.
He had to admire them. Standing up to their folks and telling them
such things. He could understand the daddy's feelings; knew those
words could as easily have come from his own dad's mouth. Being this
here 'gay' just wasn't acceptable. He wondered if there was really a
place like this San Francisco Charlie told him of. He knew there
was a city by that name but a whole city where people could just
be...themselves...be gay. He didn't know if he believed that.
It pained him though that a daddy could say such things to his
child. Tell him to go away and never come back. That was too harsh
for him to think about. No wonder Charlie was so torn up. He
couldn't imagine saying such words to his girls. No matter what they
did or whoever they wanted to be with.
He thought about his own daddy and knew there was a lot of hate in
the man. Hate for everything and everyone who was different. He
hated just about everybody that Ennis could remember. Hated the
Germans for crippling his pa with a bayonet, hated the wetbacks
coming up from Mexico and taking jobs from the locals, hated the
Russians, afraid they were going to nuke him any minute, hated folks
who let their kids run wild and most of all, hated kids who threw gum
on the sidewalk.
He wondered what his dad would do if he knew about him and Jack.
Probably get his shotgun, and take him out of this world.
Ennis got up and lit a cigarette. He paced the floor with his
thoughts badgering him every step. In a way, he envied Charlie.
He was going off to be with Denny. They were 'partners'. He liked
the sound of that. He thought of Jack. Wondered what he would think
of Charlie. He probably already knew about this San Francisco. Jack
knew a lot of things that he didn't. He'd been around a lot more.
He sat down in his recliner and indulged himself with thoughts of his
Jack. Once again, regret for their last meeting set in. He wondered
if there was anything he could do to fix things. He wondered what it
would be like if he and Jack went off to some place like San
Francisco. He hated big cities though and so did Jack. Wondered
what it would be like though to walk down the street holding Jack's
hand; and nobody even noticing or caring or hating them for it.
Silly thoughts. It sure would be nice though.
He thought about Jack's hands; the long slender fingers. Thought
about how good they felt against his cheek; the way they fingered
their way through his hair. He remembered watching them as they
unsnapped his shirt, undid his belt; how good they felt running over
his body; touching his cock and balls; pressing up inside him.
He slid his hand down inside his pajamas and squeezed himself;
thinking of Jack always made him hard. Made him want him; ache with
need for him. He rubbed himself faster; thinking of that face, the
sky blue eyes staring at him; that smile of his. Not the full-open
faced smile but the little one, the one that said "Come on. Let's
get after it." It never failed to make him lunge for Jack and tumble
to the ground, rolling around as clothes came flying off, and mouths
glued together like their very lives depended on them staying that
way.
He came quickly and leaned back in his chair; mind still besotted
with Jack. After a bit he got up and cleaned himself up; got back
into bed. No sleep though. Just thoughts of Jack; smiling, loving,
wanting him and Jack cursing, yelling, wanting to quit him. Thoughts
of Charlie and his Denny came and went. He feared for them and
envied them at the same time. If only he was that brave. Brave
enough to stand up to the world and scream at the top of his
lungs, "I love Jack Twist! So come on world and take your best shot!"
He did love Jack. He used to try and pretend that he didn't and that
as long as he didn't love him, he wasn't queer. There was no denying
it anymore. He was queer; or gay. Whatever the world wanted to
call him. He was straight once. At least he tried to be. Tried
hard to be with Alma. It never worked though. Not from their first
time, on their wedding night, as much as he had wished otherwise, he
couldn't touch Alma without wishing it was Jack. So he decided he
must have been queer all along; not that it mattered.
The marriage was long over with, his girls were grown now. In a few
months Jenny would be 18 and all child support would end. She'd be off
to Casper to move in with his sister and start nursing school. Junior was all
settled with Kurt down in Cheyenne. Soon he would be all alone
again, with nothing but memories of the girls growing up; and maybe
getting to see them a couple of times a year. Just like his time
with Jack. Only a few times a year.
"I'm not you. I can't make it on a couple a high-altitude fucks once or twice a year."
The words haunted him. Jack. Jack. He didn't know what to do to make it
right. He had to do something, but what? He had to get Jack back. He
needed to tell him he loved him. They never said those words to each
other. They should have. It was like some bridge between them; as
long as they didn't cross it, they were still OK. Still not queer.
"I'm not going to spend my life without the person I love because my
dad and people like him think I'm a pervert." The words echoed in
his brain. Charlie had guts. He was afraid of a lot of thing in his
life but not afraid to love someone. Ennis envied him. Dozed off
thinking about Charlie, and Jack and wishing and wondering what it'd
be like.
He woke up early for a Saturday morning. Made some coffee and toast
and sat at his table thinking about Jack. Wondering what he was
doing. Probably lying there next to his Lureen, sleeping in. Maybe
having sex with her.
He stood up and threw the rest of his toast into the trash. He
couldn't stand thoughts of Jack down in Texas, so far away. Sleeping
with someone else. He thought of Mexico then. Jack said he had
been. He couldn't take those thoughts. Didn't understand why there
was so much difference. He didn't like thinking of Jack with Lureen,
not at all; but thoughts of Jack with another man, sent him over the
edge. Shouldn't be no other man there but me. He's mine.
"We coulda had a real good life together but you wouldn't do it."
The words came like a whip-lash across his memory.
Jack was right. They could have been together all those years but
for his fears and the knowing of it sickened him. His part in their
miseries was all too clear. All Jack ever wanted was for them to be
together and he'd told him no. Over and over he'd told him no. And
now there might not ever be a chance to fix things. He could be with
someone else right now. Not with Lureen or some ranch manager's
wife. Could be with the ranch manager. Making plans with him to go
off somewhere together. He flung his coffee cup across the room and
it clanged against the wall, spilling it's contents as it flew.
He went over to the phone and picked up the receiver, dialed the
number he had memorized but never called before and waited. Two
rings, three. "Hello?" A sleepy-headed Jack answered. He could just
imagine him all tousle-haired, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. His
heart smiled.
"Jack, it's me. We need to talk." He didn't want to talk. He wanted
to hear Jack talk. Hear him tell him how much he missed him. Needed
to hear his voice saying all the right things.
"Yeah, sure. Hold on a minute. Let me change phones." Jack
answered.
There was a few minutes of silence and a few clicks as Jack picked up
the phone in his den and put the receiver back down on the phone
beside his bed.
"Everything alright?" A sleepy Lureen asked from under the blankets.
"Yeah. Go back to sleep. I'll take care of it." He patted her rump
and hurried back to the den.
"Everythin all right?" he asked, worried since Ennis had never called
him before.
The voice wasn't what he remembered. It was too much like at their
last meeting. Something missing. He had to make this right.
"I needed to say something." he stumbled over his words.
"I thought we said about all there was to say."
"Didn't. Didn't say what I should have. Should have told you I love
you." The words just slipped out. He wanted to say them but say
them in a special kind of way so that Jack would hear them deep
inside; where he would know their truth.
The line was silent and he thought for a moment that they had been
disconnected.
"How does sayin the truth make any difference?" Jack asked.
"It does, is all. I know things now, I didn't before. I been wrong
Jack. Wrong to deny my feelins, wrong to send you away when all I
wanted was to grab hold of you and never let you go. I'm askin you
to forgive me; give me a second chance. I know you already gave me
lots of chances over the years and like a fool, I turned them all
down. I'm askin for one more. Ask me one more time, Jack. Hell,
I'll ask you this time. If you think we could make a go of it, and
if you still want to try; well I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.
I guess what I'm askin is, do you still want me?"
The phone was silent again. His heart caught in his throat and the
terrible fear that he had overstepped things, that is was too late,
that Jack already had someone else to replace him, didn't need him
anymore.
"You serious about this?" his voice trembled.
"Couldn't be more serious, Jack." he answered quickly; couldn't take
another long silence.
"It would have to be all the way. I won't live a lie any longer.
We'd have to tell my folks, our kids."
"Ain't sayin, it'll be a easy thing for me but I'll do whatever you
want. Tell whoever you want." He was desperate.
"Why, Ennis? I got the right to know what changed your mind after
all these years. I need to know." Jack asked.
"Somethin happened last time we was together. Something broke 'tween
us. I could feel it down to my bones. I could see it in your eyes.
Been doing a lot of thinkin. Thinkin you might not come back to me
no more. Got to thinkin 'bout you givin all your smiles to someone
else. Couldn't stand it, Jack. Just couldn't fuckin stand the
thought of you out there needin me and turnin to someone else. Ain't
no kind a life for neither of us. I guess my fears of losing you
finally caught up with my fears of the tire irons. The way I been
feelin since we was together last, I'd rather take a beatin with
those irons than go through this last week again." He waited but
heard nothing but silence on the other end. "You still want this,
Jack? Or you change your mind; got someone else already lined up
maybe; someone who won't turn you away; tell you no?"
"You're all I ever wanted, Ennis. I've told you that a thousand
times!"
"I know. I know you did and I always shut you down. Won't do that
no more. We gotta fix this, Jack."
"So you got some big plan, or is this all just a one-of-these-days
dream?" Jack still couldn't let himself believe it.
"I'd be lying to you if I said it wasn't a dream. It is a dream to
me. Something I never figured I'd be askin you for. And no,
I don't have no plan. Thought maybe we could work on that
together." He held his breath, waiting for an answer.
"How do you propose we do that with you up there and me down here?"
He still wasn't convinced.
"I'll come down there. I'll take the bus. We gotta talk."
"You serious? You'd get on a bus and come down here?"
"Yeah. Whatever it takes, Jack. We gotta be together. Talk this
out."
"And what if someone sees us. You gonna go green and turn away from
me; afraid they might know somethin?"
Ennis swallowed hard. "I know I done that. If it helps any, I made
myself sick over that. Went home and puked my guts out. Told the
girls I had the flu."
"It doesn't help, Ennis. It's over and done with. We can't change
the past."
"No we can't. But we can change the future. Make a try of it at
least. You given up on me? Figured I wasn't worth the
trouble?...I can understand that. I ain't got no excuses,
Jack. I was scared. Still am. Probably always will be. But I
want to try. See if we can make a go of it." He waited for an
answer and got only silence.
"I guess I waited too long to get smart. I got my answer. I won't
bother you no more."
"WAIT!" Jack screamed into the phone. "Don't you dare hang up on me!"
"Thought you didn't have anythin else to say to me." A slight
glimmer of hope flickered somewhere deep inside him.
"Hell, Ennis. I got a million things to say to you. Just trying to
get them all lined up is all."
"Take your time, Jack. I'll wait as long as you want. You sure
waited for me long enough.
"There are things about me you don't know. Probably hate me for.
Lots of things we never talked 'bout."
"Don't hate you, Jack. Anythin you did was cause I turned you away.
My fault; all way 'round."
"Ennis, I ain't exactly been truthful with you 'bout some stuff. I
told you I was seein a rancher neighbor's wife. Well it wasn't the
wife, I was seein. It was the rancher."
Ennis was silent for a minute, Jack's words like a knife in his heart.
"It serious between the two of you?" he asked, despair clouding in.
"Thought for a time it might be. Couldn't do it to him though. He's
a nice guy. Real nice. Wouldn't be fair to him when I couldn't get
you out of my mind."
"Guess I messed up all 'round then."
"Ennis, Damn it! We need to talk."
"I'll see 'bout a bus ticket."
"No. Forget that. It's too slow. I'll call the airport. See if I
can get a flight up."
"Jack, you're comin up? You gonna give me a second chance?"
"I'm comin up. We'll talk. That's all I can promise right now. Can
you handle that?"
"Yes sir, I can. You won't be sorry, Jack. Promise you that."
"I'll call you when I find out about my flight."
"OK. I'll be waitin."
"Ennis?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too. Always have. Always will."
Four oclock that afternoon saw Ennis pacing back and forth in his
small trailer. He had gone into town, stocked up on groceries and
beer. Came home and with hours still left to wait, decided to do a
good cleaning up job around the place. Went over to the on-site
laundry and washed everything that was washable; came back and
scrubbed the place from top to bottom. Three o'clock saw him
showering, shaving, brushing teeth, trying to decide which shirt to
put on. He polished his boots for the first time since Junior's
wedding. Took his truck into town and got a store-bought wash job on
it for the first time. Went home and cleaned the inside out as
well. He did everything he knew of to do. So now he was standing
by, waiting for Jack's call. He carried the phone with him as he
paced; lifting the receiver from time to time to check for a dial
tone.
He fiddled with the radio trying to get some music; finally found a
station with some music to his liking; and sat on the bed holding the
phone in his lap when a loud knocking at the door interrupted his
thoughts.
He opened the door to find Jack standing there, thumbs looped in his
belt.
His heart soared.
"Thought you was gonna call? I was gonna pick you up." He held his
breath, something was different. The smile was back. That special
look, Jack always gave him, if he wasn't mistaken; it looked like it
was back.
"Flight got in at 2:30. Took me a while but I found a truck I
liked. Like it?" He walked back a few steps to show off his new
truck.
"You just bought that? Right now?" Ennis came down the steps and
walked around the truck, noticed the heavy duty hitch on the
back. "You plannin on towin somethin?"
"Been thinkin of buyin a new truck anyway. Figured it would be best
to get one here. No sense putting all that mileage on it.
Got the tow-hitch on it just in case."
"Just in case?" Ennis squinted at him in the late afternoon sunlight.
"In case anything need towin 'round here." Jack smiled back at him.
"Sounds like you got a head start on plannin."
"Had a plan all along. Just never got 'round to tellin it."
"Well, what you say we go inside. You can tell me all 'bout this
plan of yours."
Jack gave him that old smile of his and it was all he could do to
keep from jumping him right there up against his shiny new truck.
Instead, they went inside but just barely got the door closed before
Jack turned and grabbed him, kissed him fiercely.
"I ain't leaving here alone this time." he whispered against the side
of Ennis's neck.
"When you leave here, I'll be sittin right beside you in that fancy
truck of yours." Ennis held him tight.
"Nothin I want more right now than to throw you on that bed over
there but we need to talk." Jack pulled back breathless.
"You got it, Bud. I said my piece on the phone. Whatever you got to
say to me, I'm willin to hear."
They sat down, Jack at the little table and Ennis on the corner of
his bed.
"Beer? Whiskey?" Ennis offered. Jack turned him down.
"Gotta keep a clear head. This is important."
"It is that." Ennis agreed.
They sat and stared at one another for a few minutes; small grin on
Jack's face mirroring the upturned corners of Ennis mouth.
"I guess what I need most right now is to hear you say the words
again. See your face sayin it." Jack started.
"Love you, Jack. Don't you ever doubt that. Have from the
beginnin. Just too dumb and scared to admit it." Ennis said.
Jack pulled his hat off and tossed it over on the dresser.
"I been thinkin 'bout this since that first 14 hour drive up to see
you back in '67. Got so excited when I got you card. I wanted to
drop everything right then; I would have too if you would have come
away with me."
Ennis shook his head and looked down.
"That was a whole lotta years ago. A lot has happened since then. I
ain't exactly been pure white and true, Ennis."
"Don't care none about before." Ennis looked him straight in the
eye. "Don't matter none, long as it's over with."
"Most of it was just one-night stands. A quick fuck here or there.
Somethin to get me through the night."
"Most of it?" Ennis questioned, not wanting to hear the answer but
knowing Jack needed to get it out.
"There was one. That rancher neighbor I told you about." He watched
Ennis face closely. "Just started about six months ago. Saw each
other half a dozen times or so. He was same shape as me. Moonin
over an old boyfriend he couldn't have."
Ennis chewed on a nail and kept quiet. Didn't want to hear about
someone being with his Jack no matter how lonely the guy was. He
held his tongue and waited for Jack to finish.
"After you and I talked this morning, I called him. Told him I
couldn't see him tonight like we had planned."
Ennis drummed his fingertips on his knees and kept his mouth shut;
not without effort.
"Did you really mean all the things you said this mornin? or were you
drunk?" Jack leaned back in his chair, fists clenched in his jacket
pocket.
"I ani't had a drink since last night. Nothin but coffee and a soda
earlier this afternoon. Yes, I meant every word I said this mornin."
"Nothin would make me happier, Ennis. You and me on a place of our
own. You sure you want that?"
"I'm sure."
"It won't be easy. People will find out sooner or later. Might be
some name callin. Don't wanna have to be pullin you out of fights
every other day."
"I can take it."
"If it happens you gonna run off and leave me?" Blue eyes stared
hard into him.
"Jack...I can take anythin but livin without you. I won't be runnin
off. Don't care what anyone thinks 'bout me anymore, just you."
He stared at Jack, sitting there all leaned back, long legs stretched
out in front on him, crossed at the ankles; looking down.
Ennis stood up, stepped across the short distance between them and
sat down on Jack's lap, straddling him. Jack looked up in surprise.
"Thought I might try and convince you." He cradled Jack's head in
both his hands and pressed their lips together; moved his hips
pressing them together in all the right places. A small moan escaped
Jack's lips and his arms came up around Ennis's back.
"Thought we were gonna talk?" Jack whispered against the side of
Ennis's head as he dipped down and kissed the side of Jack's neck.
"We're talkin. Go ahead. Say whatever you want. You talk. I'll
talk. We're talkin." He unsnapped Jack's shirt and slid a hand
inside, down inside his undershirt, caressed and gently pinched a
nipple.
"Ennis...Ooohh." He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it. Ennis
pulled Jack's shirt loose from his jeans.
"You sure got a lot of clothes on." Ennis said and the shirt landed
somewhere in the vicinity of the jacket. He undid his own shirt then
and tossed it as well. "Your turn to talk." he said sucking on
Jack's ear lobe.
Jack gripped Ennis's hips and ground them tight against his. "We
shoud be discussin my plan...plan...oohhh yeah."
Ennis slid down off his lap onto his knees and pulled Jack's boots
off. Reached up and undid the zipper.
Jack inhaled sharply.
"Go ahead. Talk. I'm listening." With both hands, he gave the
jeans a tug and slid then down around Jack's knees. He laid his
cheek against the cotton bulge.
"Don't think...listening...you..." He pressed up against Ennis's
face, ran his fingers through the short curling hair.
Shorts joined jeans around the knees.
Ennis pressed kisses everywhere, nipping and licking. "You're mine,
Jack. Ain't letting nobody else have you." He took him in deep
then, back of his throat straining to take it all in.
Jack let out a growl, pressed in deeper, deeper; in and out, in and
out.
Ennis pulled off then. Stood up and stripped naked while Jack
watched with ragged breath. Two steps took him to the nightstand and
he pulled out a tube of lube and tossed to Jack, then laid down on
the bed, face down. His face barely hit the pillow when Jack's
weight was on him, pressing into him.
Ennis moaned with pleasure as Jack entered him; pressed back against
him; reached back and gripped the naked ass, held it tight to him.
How could he ever have lived so long without this? His Jack inside
him. He didn't know. He did know one thing though, he was never
going to let Jack go again. He'd be taking care of all of Jack's
needs from now on and that Texas rancher fella can find someone else
to spend his Saturday nights with. Jack was his and he wasn't ever
going to let him forget it.
The next morning they pulled out of the trailer park; Jack's new
truck in front, pulling Ennis's trailer with his pick up on behind;
and headed north for Lightning Flat. Jack's plan was to buy the
place next to his folks place. It had been for sale for years now,
with no takers. He was sure it could be had at a good price. He was
familiar with the area, knew what grew best there, knew the history
of the neighborhood; knew what the market was.
He had managed over the last twenty years to put away a nice nest
egg. More than enough to buy the place outright, stock it and have a
few years running room. They would also be close enough to go over
and give his folks a hand whenever needed.
They knew it wasn't going to be easy but they never asked for easy.
All they asked for was a second chance to get it right.
The End