SKIN.
Characters belong to Annie Proulx and Brokeback Mountain.
Jack's skin never ceased to amaze and arouse Ennis up on Brokeback and later. Jack's face, hands and forearms became the colour of golden wheat in early summer, darkening to milky coffee later in the year, but never weather - worn, always exotic, and kissable even after the harsh climates of Wyoming and Texas.....but just the thought of Jack's pale skin under his clothes was enough to make Ennis whimper.
First night in the tent Ennis was so aroused hadn't time to concentrate on the feel of silk under his hands was so filled with lust and love he had to have Jack and that was that.
That second night glimpses through the tent flap of Jack sensually stretching, his young body exposed, sent Ennis sleep-walking towards him unable to resist, with hat in hand knelt down like a man questing for the hand in marriage of a fair maiden. Whispered apologies and words of love and falling forward into and onto silk, unable to control his hands exploring Jack's young chest the dark hair like fine down, the fragrance and soft sensuality of his skin. Ennis fallen almost into a faint let Jack kiss him and take the lead until Ennis aroused in all ways turned them so Jack lay beneath then entered him, enjoyed him and gave pleasure, full measure….
On this day a few years after their reunion they were making love in a fine new tent up in lonely mountain country not far from Brokeback The two men were on their sides and reversed so that Ennis's mouth caressed Jack's silken shaft his tongue eliciting uncontrollable moans of delight from Jack even though his mouth was blocked by Ennis's large throbbing shaft also. As Ennis swirled his tongue around the head of Jack's beautiful shaft he pulled and nipped at each of Jack's wanton swollen nipples in turn. When both men were fully aroused Ennis lifted Jack to his knees and bent him over pausing for minutes to knead the beautiful milky orbs of Jack's fair behind until Jack looked over his shoulder with a silent plea, then Ennis using spit and slick as at the beginning entered him with a cry of delight - that golden afternoon…
Back from his dream in the cold grey morning Ennis reflected on the visit he was to make soon to Jack's parents, for though still in his mind everyday as a living, breathing beauty – Jack had died and left him alone in the heartache of the world – the only reminder of Jack's silken skin the thin sheet wound around Ennis's body, and smooth faint whisperings in his ear of words of love from a silken mouth. Outside in empathy the wind moaned it's way across the grieving plain.