After Midnight (by morrobay1990)

He hadn't known that you could actually have a favorite time of day to fuck…but now he did.

After midnight.

He liked being in the dark shadows, everything was softer...lit by firelight or moonlight...he could still hide a little...though he was slowly getting over the shyness he'd had at first...Jack made sure of that...because when Jack wanted him naked, he got naked. Jack had a way of asking that wasn't really asking...

At first he was only comfortable when they were in the tent at night...then early morning was okay...and the first time they did it in broad daylight, Jack had gotten him so riled up, he wouldn't have cared if they'd had an audience.

So yeah, his favorite time was after midnight...kind of tied with early morning and broad daylight.

Midnight Sun

He knew exactly what he wanted when it came to… Ennis. 'Kay, might as well say it – when it came to fucking with Ennis. Which meant most of the time he was around him, or not, and in any which way his friend would have him.

But then, he also had a favorite time of the day and the way he liked it best. Fuck it! – he craved it, ever since they done it the first time, eleven days ago: face to face, in the broad daylight, Ennis's face above him, shining against the sun… in the sun… like the sun… his sun… He'd tried to lure his friend back into that wondrous place and moment, where both were totally lost to the world and in each other, like nothin' existed no more, 'xcept the two a them… and the sun. So, he would strip naked once in a while to rile Ennis up, with a hope that his cowboy would lose it, his shyness together with his clothes, and look at him again, the way he had that first time they did it.

Thing was he knew Ennis liked to look at him, his eyes, his body, but the shithead always tried so hard to hide it that he didn't dare to even hint that he noticed. And after that first time he wouldn't fuck with him face to face no more, not in the broad daylight. He reckoned seeing him so close up and in your face mighta been too much for Ennis after all and it almost broke his... Shit!.. Never mind…

But then Ennis would do it willingly at night. Especially after midnight. The dumbass would get him naked, stare at his body like a starving man at the feast, hiding in the night shadows, thinking that he couldn't see. 'Cause he would then drop his gaze, let his friend take his sweet time to look, for once thankful he got those goddamn eyelashes he hated, thought they made him look like a fucking gal… And then Ennis would go at him like a mad man, fuck him face to face, gazing straight into his eyes, his own so soft and open it would leave him with his heart stuck in his throat.

And in the end it was okay that there was no sun. 'Cause looking at Ennis's glowing face above him, lit by firelight or moonlight, it was easy 'nough to make believe that they were in the sun... for he was the sun… his sun…