Chapter 3

On the Road, together

Ennis stared aimlessly out the window of the old pickup; the only sight for miles was hills and plains that seemed to go back as the eye could see. He was entertained by how the green met the orange, and couldn't help but wonder how the hills got so big. Ennis's mind was clear of any concern and any thought, because Jack Twist was with him.

Jack was ranting on about his folks place and how Ennis will like it there, that is if Jack's father kept his mouth shut. "Well, Ennis, I was just wonderin', what made you change your mind about leaving with me so quickly?" Jack's question was one with good build up. He took his mind off the road, for a second, and looked at Ennis, crouching against the passenger door, still staring out into the world. Ennis didn't wake, so Jack asked him again, this time more strength was in his voice. Ennis, Ennis? He finally stirred only after Jack's voice came to a quiet yell.

"Wha'?" Ennis asked shocked-like. His movements, and his voice was that of someone that was just wakened from a deep sleep. He moved off of the door, and wiped his eyes. Jack glanced back at the road then took a deep, nervous breath.

"Well, I'm sorry to have disturbed yah, friend, but I was wonderin' why you changed your mind so quickly." Jack looked at Ennis, and Ennis shifted under the weight. He looked back at Jack, perplexed.

"Change my mind 'bout what?" Ennis answered. Jack sighed, continued to stare at the endless roads of turns and signs. This time his voice was more precise, he even talked a little slower.

"Why did you change your mind about wanting to leave with me?" Ennis shrugged, and leaned back in his seat at an angle, so he could see Jack perfectly. He was gathering the words. Well?

"I, I thought 'bout a life with Alma, afore you even picked me up, and It felt… cold," Ennis began. He wiped his face, and cleared his throat. "I realized that that's not…what I wanted. I never wanted that, but I liked Alma, I knew her afore my folks passed. But never have I… felt that way with her." Ennis cleared his throat again, and glanced up at Jack's face. Jack wiped some sweat off his brow, and turned the steering wheel to make a sharp turn.

"Ennis, do you feel that way with me?" The courage that Jack allowed to build up inside him to ask that was not of the ordinary. He took another quick glance at Ennis, who just stared ahead of them, following the road with his eyes. Jack wasn't even sure if Ennis had heard him, but he gave him more time. Jack was getting somewhat anxious while waiting. His knee began to shake a tad; his foot tapped the floor of the truck with no sound. He would take several more peeks at Ennis before he got an answer. Ennis moved his body so his back was once again up against the seat.

"Well, you see Jack-." He cut himself off, put his hand to his mouth and vigorously bit a nail. He wanted to take a different approach at the answer. He was perspiring. "Jack, I don' know…how I feel 'bout you. Sometimes, I want to see yah everyday, others…it's different. I want ta never see you again sometimes. I don' know why, its just how it goes." His voice trailed off, he took a sigh of relief, as Jack seemed to let the question slide away. The sky darkened, now Jack and Ennis could only see the light given off by Jack's headlight, illuminating as they went. It was a cool night, too cool to have a window down.

"So…where 'xactly are we goin'?" Ennis looked straight into Jack's eyes, since it was dark in the truck, he felt protected. Jack grimaced and drew two cigarettes from his pocket. He tossed one to Ennis, and placed the other half way in his mouth. Ennis felt like an abused child when Jack didn't seem to answer him. He looked down without another word. He didn't want to ask again, that would be asking too much. Jack finally drew a breath, gathering Ennis's attention.

"Ennis were you even listening when I told yah we were going to my folks house?" Jack glanced at him with a smile on his face. Ennis admired that smile; because he knew he could hide in it, and not be put out to look like a fool. No, guess not. But what 'bout your dad, I mean, you told me all those stories. I don' know if I wanna be around that, Jack. Jack gathered in the words then chuckled, and his smile widened. Ennis frowned, and tapped Jack's arm with the back of his hand. Wha'?

"Nothing, nothing. Say Ennis? Since I don't plan on gettin' in a car wreck anytime soon, can you reach into my pant pocket and grab the lighter?" Ennis hesitated, and then wordlessly reached into Jack's right pants pocket. His rough hand slowly pierced the opening, and steadily made its way to the bottom of the pit. He rubbed his hand gently against Jack's thigh, as his fingers searched deeper. What was just a simple task was turning into some erotic sex game. Jack tilted his head back; he was getting off just on the rough touch. "Oh Ennis!" Jack playfully yelled. Ennis pulled his hand back, startled by the pitch and tune of Jack's voice. He gave Jack an almost threatening look, but shaped it into a grin.

"Its not in that pocket, I guess I have to get into the other one," Ennis said jokingly. Jack smiled. Well, let me pull over and I'll get it myself. "No, no, I'll get it for yah," Ennis added. Ennis scooted over on his small seat. He placed his hand on Jack's left thigh. He rubbed it up and down, loving the feeling of coarse jeans, and how they tickled his fingertips. Unhurriedly Ennis leaned even closer to Jack, and blindly searched for the other pocket. "I hope you don't mind if I put my head under your arms, Jack." Nah, I don't mind, Jack answered through his teeth. He took a deep breath, as Ennis dived. He gingerly moved his head till it was under Jack's right arm, holding onto the steering wheel for dear life. Ennis looked at Jack's left leg; he saw a small lump on the side of it; that must be the lighter inside his pocket. He grabbed the lump, and traveled up from it to find the opening. He carefully reached in and felt his fingers hit metal. Leisurely he got his whole hand around the lighter and yanked it out of its prison. Without looking back, he handed it to Jack, who grabbed it, lit his cigarette, and handed it back to Ennis. Ennis light his own stick, and stowed the lighter away into his own pocket. He took a puff of the cigarette, and looked up at Jack. Jack's eyes couldn't help but wander at Ennis, who was practically laying on his lap.

"Stop staring, you're distractin' me," Laughed Jack, as he looked up back at the road, only to swiftly look back down to Ennis. Ennis sighed, and laid his head on Jack's left knee. He felt the anxiety in Jack through his leg. No it was no soft pillow, but it was the best resting spot in the world. He closed his eyes; still puffing on the cigarette till it was spent. Ennis gave his butt to Jack, who had finished with his too, and he tossed them both out the window.

"You wake me when we're close to your parent's house, 'kay?" Jack nodded, and Ennis closed his eyes again, sleeping on the legs of his savior. Once in a while he would affectionately rub his hands on Jack's leg, making his way up to Jack's groin, but would stop right before touching his hardening shaft, and fall back into a sleep. On Brokeback Ennis never slept so well. Before him and Jack slept under the same tent, he would wake in the night, full a fear, and would stay awake for hours on in, too scared to shut his eyes. It struck him as strange that after Jack was a permanent addition to his sleeping canvas, he never woke up in the middle of the night. Never did he have nightmares and never did he cry. The pain of his past had still haunted him, even now, as a nineteen year old, strong-minded young man, he would often, if put under the right stress, fall back to a child's age, crying in the corner, alone. The truck moved from under him, so his sleep wasn't deep, but these days all he needed was a good forty winks.

After about three short hours of driving, the truck finally began to slow down. Jack didn't want to physically wake Ennis, because he loved the look on his face as he slept. His mouth was half open, like a baby's; Jack couldn't help but admire it. The old pickup stopped altogether, and Jack turned off the engine. He was still dubious about waking Ennis, if only he had a camera with him. But the pain in his right leg, and his hunger took him. "Ennis, Ennis, wake up." Ennis unmoving opened his shady eyes, and looked up at Jack's smiling face.

"We there already?" Ennis asked as he rubbed his eyes and pulled himself up to his seat with much difficulty. Jack half-glared and smiled. Nah, we're about two miles away, I took you to this little hideout I use to come to when I was a kid. All surrounded by trees, and shit, no one will ever hear you scream. Ennis raised his eyebrow in desire. "Now why didja do that?" he said teasingly. He hides a yawn then placed his hand on Jack's chin and pulled him for a kiss on those red lips of his. The kiss was sloppy, but still warmed that old pickup in the dead of night. Jack kissed back hard, and removed his jacket, and then he went for Ennis's. Next were the shirts, as their kissing was stalled momentarily. They both reached around the hemline and pulled them off with ease. Jack went to Ennis's lips again, but Ennis pushed him off, and went for Jack's nipples. He sucked them, and played with them with his tongue. Jack gasped, never had Ennis done this before.

"God, Ennis, what's, your, motivation?" Jack said breathlessly. Ennis didn't stop sucking, but with a half full mouth he blew out you are. Jack was hardening, he had to get out of his pants.

Jack grabbed Ennis's hair and tugged it hard. Ennis winced; he then purposely bit one of Jack's nipples. Jack moaned loudly. You shit! He at last got the energy to push Ennis off of him, and then he exited the truck. Ennis went out the other side, pulling of his pants on the way to Jack. Jack pulled his pants down, and as soon as Ennis got within two feet of him, he pounced. The weight of him knocked both men down on the dirt and twigs. Jack laid a much more aggressive kiss on Ennis's lips. The fire wave burned all their organs, and made both men firm as a stone. Jack was on top of Ennis, kissing his neck and pinching at his nipples, not since their first time had Jack's longing been so strong. He went to Ennis's ear, bit it, received a spanking from Ennis, and half-laughed at all their fun. Ennis, "I want you in me, I need you in me," Jack whispered. His hot breath burnt Ennis's neck. Ennis nearly came at Jack's words. He pushed Jack off him, then picked him up and kissed him all the way to Jack's tailgate. Jack tried to pull it down, but couldn't without Ennis's help. When it fell with a clang, Ennis virtually threw Jack into the back of the pickup. Jack was on his back, and Ennis was closing in on him.

"Nowhere to run now, Jack Fuckin' Twist. I think you'll have to beg for mercy." Ennis blushed at his own words; he couldn't believe he heard himself say that. But he closed even more on Jack. Jack smiled; don't worry, I will. Ennis grabbed Jack by the shoulders and tossed him on his stomach. Jack hit hard, as Ennis climbed him. Ennis licked the back of Jack's neck, and spine, he then dragged his fingers to Jack's bare ass. He toyed with his entrance a bit, swirling his fingers around it, just to get it ready. Ennis then mounted Jack, and with little lubrication tunneled into him. Jack winced at the pain, the pain that felt like he would split in half. Jack moaned, and gasped for some air, as Ennis shoved his dick in deeper. Jack gave a loud yell, and closed his eyes at the pleasure. Ennis massaged Jack's back, then smacked it, and rammed into him four more times, Jack bawled at every one. It was all or nothing, that's the way Jack liked it. He felt his ass being ripped apart; he wasn't going to give up without a fight. He bucked back hard, like the bulls he rides. He felt Ennis lose strength; he released his muscles, and pushed back. Jack cried then bucked again. This time Ennis roared. Stop, you're goin' to kill me. Jack looked back at him; "I'll take those chances."

Jack bucked again, and again till Ennis didn't even move anymore. He threw his head back, and closed his eyes, as Jack danced on his cock. The ass on Ennis's thighs bounced up and down leaving Ennis's thighs tickling. Finally he bellowed one more time and released into Jack's ass. Jack felt the warm come in him. He felt it ooze out of his gaping hole. Ennis exited Jack Twist, and crawled up beside him. He was met a smile, and then closed it off with a kiss.

Both cowboys laid still for several minutes, enjoying the dark sky and the contrasting stars, till Ennis got up, went back in the truck, laid back on his seat and closed the door behind him. Jack glared, but tried to ignore it. He planned on sleeping on the back of the truck, let the cool air dry up his sweat, and massage his hard worked body. He breathed at a steady place, till he was so bothered by Ennis leaving him, that he got up, and walked to his side of the truck, entered it, closed the door behind him with a slam; he wanted to make sure Ennis woke up to see him. Ennis wouldn't have to worry about being alone. Jack looked over at Ennis; the slammed door only woke him up for seconds, he eyes were already closed again. Jack bent over to Ennis and planted a sexless kiss on his forehead, Jack wished him goodnight, then retreated to the back of the truck. If only Jack knew Ennis was awake, and he had heard and felt the kiss on his forehead. Tears ran down his face, was this love he felt in the pit of his chest?