Chapter 7

Discovered

Jack laid on his old bed, looking up at the dark ceiling. The softness under him was about two feet short, but he always slept in a ball, or a crescent. He was thinking about the day that had just passed, he was thinking of Ennis, wondering when that knock on his door would come. He would glance up at it, hoping it would send a noise his way. It never seemed to come. He breathed softly, and wiped his eyes of weariness. Ennis, ya better hurry up afore I fall sleep. Jack sat up on the side of the bed and aimlessly stared at the dark room around him. A window supplied some moon light, which illuminated the room in gray sparkles, giving it a mythical essence. Jack yawned and again looked at the door. When no sound came he sighed and put his hands on his face.

The plan was of Jack's mind, of course. Ennis would get up at around 1:00 am, and head to the bathroom. On his way, he would quietly tap Jack's door, giving Jack life to run off to the guest room. Then they would do whatever they damn well pleased, until John Twist got up around 4:30. He would always take a shower before work, and then grab some food for breakfast. Anne Twist got up around 5:00 to make food either for herself or her husband. It was a schedule that Jack knew by heart since his experimenting days as a teenager. Jack rubbed his eyes, and moped. He caressed his back and face, wanting Ennis's rough hands all over him. He went to lie back down, but his foot struck something under the bed. Jack rubbed his foot, and reached down to feel for the item that he had kicked. It was his suitcase of clothes. He gasped, remembering that he didn't tell Ennis of the two shirts yet. Maybe that was for the better. He wanted to take advantage of Ennis's good mood, before possibly spoiling it. Jack put the suitcase back under the bed, then jumped at a soft tap on his door; a smile leaped on his face. He gingerly opened the door with a little squeak. He watched as Ennis entered the bathroom and turned on the light. Jack smiled deeper; he closed his door most of the way, then tiptoed to Ennis's room. The door was open, so he just pranced in and laid on the bed. It was still warm from Ennis, he felt it massage his back, and neck. It was as if Ennis was under him, playing with his hair, and breathing deeply on his breast.

Jack heard the toilet flush, then a light being switched. He froze from rubbing against Ennis's sheets, and watched as Ennis entered the doorway. Ennis was naked from the waist up, and he had only underwear and socks on the lower half. Jack smiled at him, making Ennis quiver and gleam. He slowly closed the guest room door, and made his way to Jack. Ennis bent down and laid the most entrancing kiss on Jack's mouth. The room filled with the sound of their lips smacking together, and the rustling of his sheets. Jack grabbed Ennis's head and kissed back hard, wiggling his head back in forth as if to feed more into it. Ennis put his hand on Jack's thigh, and pulled himself on top of him. He quickly pulled down the underwear he had taken from the closet, and let the head rub against Jack's inner thigh. Jack moaned then grabbed his hemline and ripped off his shirt, slowly and dramatically, of course. He then reached and grabbed Ennis's nipples and worked them. Ennis just breathed erotically, and continue to swallow Jack's saliva. Jack sat up and climbed on Ennis's lap. His legs were rapped around Ennis's body, and his arms were around his neck. Jack kissed and licked every edge of his face, leaving a salty taste in his mouth, and saliva as his tongue touched skin. Ennis poetically ran his fingers over Jack's back, playing with the hair under his armpit. Ennis's hands then went south, and grabbed Jack's crotch. Jack moaned too loudly, but didn't care. He quivered under the aggressive touch on the sensitive area. Jack fell off Ennis and quickly worked on getting his jeans off. He tore them from him like a beast, and then Ennis jumped on him. He wanted to look at Jack this time. Ennis grabbed Jack's strong legs, and pulled them up around his head. He rubbed his fingers softly on Jack's pulsating chest, then made his way down to Jack's ass. He felt around, then found the answer. First one finger, he twirled it around and smiled at the look on Jack's face. He was clinching his teeth and his eyes. Ennis added another finger in Jack. He moaned softly, massaging his belly.

"Ennis, I noticed you didn' wash your hands," Jack said passionately. He then reached and grabbed Ennis's unoccupied hand and stuck the fingers in his mouth. He gave them a little nibble, but then sucked on them. He felt Ennis tremble; good, that's what he wanted. Ennis rolled his eyes back, and continued to deepen his path into Jack. The wet and tight around his fingers tingled him, everywhere. He pulled the fingers out, licked them, and then pierced Jack. Jack's muscles all tightened, so did his face and eyes. He removed Ennis's fingers from his mouth, and placed them on his dick. Ennis went at it, pushing and shoving, and sweating with Jack. He bent in and kissed Jack's shaky lips, and smiled, as Jack's eyes got big. Ennis pumped into him harder and harder. Jack didn't know how to re frame from yelling at the top of his voice. His eyes rolled back, as Ennis was now virtually standing over him, filling him up with cock. He felt the warm tender leave and enter him over and over, sending a choir of pain and pleasure grunts from Ennis. Jack felt Ennis losing power, and he couldn't buck in this position, so he just prayed that he made it all the way.

"Come, baby, come on," Jack whispered breathlessly. Ennis came right at his words. Ennis moaned, he wiped sweat of his face and put it on Jack's stomach. He then fell right on Jack without warning. His legs still rapped around Ennis's body, Jack fell asleep without much persuasion.

A night without terror for Ennis; a night without sorrow for Jack. They slept as one. The two souls warmed the room, and connected in many ways that people usually don't. Ennis was deep in sleep, but still managed to twirl Jack's hair with his finger. Jack had stirred several times, massaged Ennis's back and kissed his head, which was planted to his neck. He was sure someone would find them entangled and murder them while they slept, but that's not he was worried about. Being around Ennis, being held in his arms brought back the words he said at the family plot. I don't know if I wanna live that way, Jack. Jack patted Ennis's head, and whispered to him as if he was awake. "Why do you do this to me, Ennis Del Mar? Do ya wanna stay or do ya wanna go?" Ennis didn't move but tiredly responded.

"I wanna stay, Jack. Now shut the fuck up." Jack laughed, his stomach shook and that woke Ennis even more. Ennis shifted, and pulled himself off of Jack, and fell by his side. He pushed himself up with his elbow so he could look Jack in the face. Jack smiled, but Ennis jokingly grimaced.

"Ennis, I'm dumbfounded. I can't believe how much you have changed from the time that we first met, " Jack began. "When I met you, you wouldn't even make eye contact. I can't lie, I felt sorry for you. You reminded me of a little puppy I used to have. His name was Tiger. Now Tiger was always sad, he never wanted to play, but I loved him a bunch. One day, daddy was backing up in the driveway, and here came Tiger. He crushed him, nearly in half. A course my dad blamed it on the dog, saying he had a death wish." Jack laughed then sighed. "I don't blame Tiger one bit. Sometimes you're so sad, that you have no other way out. That's why I think he ran behind the truck." Ennis looked at Jack's serious eyes, but couldn't hold back a smile. Ennis burst into a girlish giggle, that he didn't stop even after Jack side-chopped his chest.

"I don' think yer puppy knew any better, Jack. I never heard of no animal having a death wish." Jack rolled his eyes; he had to agree to that. Jack then poked Ennis's bare chest with his finger.

"What about you, do I remind you of any animal you have ever had?" Jack said innocently. He blinked his majestic eyes at Ennis, and leaned in to his mumbling. Yeah…once I had a horse, and he gave me a good ride, like you! Ennis burst into a jolly laughter, but Jack grimaced. "There you go again always putting me down like that." Ennis frowned as Jack turned to face the other way. Ennis softly put his hand on his shoulder, and gave it a small shake.

"Come on, I was jus' teasing," Ennis said terminally. Jack didn't turn, but he let out a big breath and opened his mouth to speak.

"I know, but ya remind me of my dad when you do that. I feel like yer putting me down. Saying that I'm only worth a good fuckin', then I'm trash. That's how my dad is. He always treated me like that." Jack's voice was not cold, but very fragile, like it could break any minute. Ennis pulled himself to Jack's back and kissed his neck.

"I don' think that 'bout you, Jack." He paused and gathered his words, talking to Jack's neck now like it was a microphone. "I don' think that at all. I think I like yer smile." Ennis chuckled and so did Jack. What else do you like about me, other than my riding skill? Another pause, and Ennis laid back. "Um…I like the way you…you f-finish me. I like the way you make me happy. I like the way you…look at me. I like the way you-."

"Okay stop Ennis, before you blow a screw in yer head from talkin' too much." Jack turned to him and smiled a melancholic smile. "We're jus' two of a kind. And I'm not lying when I say that I've never been closer to anyone in my life." Jack watched Ennis, who gave a face that spelled out ditto. Ennis went to say how it was the same for him, but he couldn't find the words. His face contorted, but Jack shushed him anyway. "Lets go back to sleep." Yawn. "Maybe I should sleep in my room, jus' in case." Ennis looked up at him, and scowled. No, you s-shouldn't, Jack. I want you in here with me tonight. Ennis sent Jack a quick smile, then kissed his mouth. Jack nodded. "Okay, I'll sleep in here tonight, but you can't blame me if someone walks in on us." Ennis froze, he hadn't thought about that.

"Shit, maybe you ought to sleep in your-." Ennis stopped when Jack raised his hand. No its too late you're stuck with me. Jack smiled and covered himself with Ennis's arms. Tonight you'll be my blanket. There they slept. Jack on his back with Ennis pulled over him, nude. The house was quiet, not even a breath of air could be heard. The breathing of Jack was softly rocking Ennis up and down, and Ennis's body was warming Jack. They had a good hour before John woke up.

The first thing Ennis heard was the guest room door being opened. He was shot with an arrow of terror. He shot up in a sitting position to stare at Anne Twist in the doorway. She stood there with a saddened look on her face. Ennis covered himself with his hands till he found his underwear on the floor. He threw them on, and stood up. "I-I'm s-sorry ma'am." His face was white as a picket fence, he shook so much that he moved the bed. She sighed and went over to Jack and pulled a blanket over his exposed parts. "No, I'm sorry." Ennis couldn't believe what he was hearing; he shook his head as if it was a dream. He sat next to Jack on the bed. He felt something lurching in his stomach. Anne saw this; she placed a hand on his shoulder, and in a very calm voice said Its alright, its alright. Ennis felt all the strength leave him. Was this the end of him and Jack? He took in air fast and long. Anne rubbed his bare shoulder and told him to get dressed.

Ennis listened. He walked over to the closet, grabbed a shirt, and a pair of pants. She was rushing him with no words. Anne got Jack up, and when he saw her face, and not Ennis's he jumped. She told him to quickly get dressed too. Anne left as Jack took the blanket off, and gathered clothes. Ennis and Jack got dressed wordlessly, they knew something was wrong, but it couldn't be discussed at the moment. Jack's mother entered the room a minute later, and grabbed the two men by the shoulders. She leaned in on them and started to explain with a scared, wrecked voice.

"Its about 6:30 now. John d-doesn't work today, and he went to get you, Jack, up earlier to help him with the early chores, he usually does by himself. Well you weren't in your room so he went to this door and saw all that he didn't want to believe." She drew a long breath and looked away from their faces. "Never had I heard him curse so much. He told me to have you two out of the house before he comes back from working, or else, or else… he'll get a group of friends together. I just now got the strength to do it. He'll be back within hour, I think you guys should get ready, 'kay?" Her voice was sweet; as long as her son was happy she was too. Jack hugged her hard. Ennis was still scared as hell, how he had faced similar horrors as a child.

Jack's mother pulled him in a close embrace. He felt her uneasiness leave her body and enter his. He trembled a kiss on her cheek. Jack was in the shower, and Ennis and Anne were in the dining room. Ennis had brought both cases of clothes down, and placed them by the front door. He didn't say a word. He sat at the lone table looking into nothingness. Jack finally got out of shower five minutes later. He didn't even dry off all the way. He didn't want to be present when his dad came home.

"Here dear take some money," Anne said, handing a wade of dollar bills to Ennis. Ennis grimaced at her full hand, and backed away from it as if it would attack. I can't ma'am. I won' feel right. She sighed and handed the money to Jack instead. "Be careful, both of you. I'm sorry how this was so short lived. Barely here for twenty-four hours, and you have to leave already." Anne embraced them in the dining room, and gave them both a wet kiss on the cheek. She finally let go of Jack, but not Ennis. She looked him straight in the eye, serious as a heart attack. Jack was grabbing his suitcase, out of earshot.

"Listen to me Ennis. Please take care of Jack. He's my only boy. And one more thing; I don't agree with what you guys are, but Jack's my son, and you make him happy. Right when I saw you two together, I knew. I smelled it in the air, and felt it in your voice. Please try to by more convincing, or you'll be in a whole heap a trouble." She let go of Ennis, and he nearly fell down. He nodded his head, than placed his cowboy hat on it. Ennis and Jack quickly grabbed their clothes and walked to the door right as it opened by itself. John Twist stood in the doorway. Jack nearly had a heart attack; he leaped back when the eyes searched the room

He stared at them with fire. His face was ice, and he breathed slowly, not showing any sign of weakness. His stare burnt like acid on Jack. Jack couldn't control himself; a fat tear fell down his check. He then pushed past his father and hastily walked to his truck. John moved for Ennis to get passed. Ennis looked down in embarrassment. He felt the hatred thrown at him with that devil's stare. He passed without a word, not making a sound. John followed him outside, always leaving about ten feet distance. Ennis saw that Jack was in the truck smoking a cigarette already. Ennis went to the passenger door and opened it. He was about to throw himself in when he solidified. His hand on the door, his pack on the seat, his head gazing down, his cowboy hat sliding off.

"Faggot." John had almost whispered the word. He stared at Ennis's back, expecting a fight. Ennis blinked his eyes and started to hyperventilate. He threw himself into the truck, and closed the door. Jack was silently bawling, but Ennis stayed quiet. His face was emotionless. Jack turned the ignition, and backed the truck out of the driveway. He almost wished he had rammed into John's truck, but they needed his own to live now. Back on the road, Ennis didn't even look as the Twist farm left their side. They headed in the opposite direction then they had arrived from. No words were spoken for the first twenty minutes. Ennis finally got his hands on a cigarette; he puffed it like it gave him energy. The warm helped burn the nasty word away. Jack broke the silence after he tossed his butt out the window.

"I told you he was a prick." Ennis thought he sounded a little more stable than before. "I knew I shouldn't have slept with you in the guest room." Jack sighed and grabbed the last cigarette, lit it and chugged. "I'm not blaming you, Ennis, its no one's fault, but I don't know. That look he gave me was awful, like I just walked out of the sewer, or I was some animal." Jack glanced at Ennis's blank expression, "Are you okay friend?" Ennis puffed out smoke and nodded.

"Yeah, I think. T-that word hurts a lot don' it?" Jack snickered. You have no idea. Ennis forced himself to half-smile. He tossed his half-finished cigarette out the window, and looked at the clouds above. "Its gonna rain, fer sure." Jack nodded and went on with conversation.

"Ennis, do you every miss your parents?" Ennis jumped. He looked right into Jack's eyes; he felt the stinging in his own and in his chest. The first one fell slowly, and didn't hurt all that much. Ennis cleared his throat, and wiped his eyes.

"Yeah, I do. 'specially my mama, she was a nice gal. Never did care too much fer my dad, though. He was like your dad, but more open with his prejudices." Jack frowned and turned right as Ennis wiped a tear.

"Ennis, is everythin' okay?" Ennis shook his head. Yeah, its jus'…my parents were good people. Even my dad, I jus' wished his was a better dad. Gosh, I am the way I am because of that sumabitch. Ennis blushed and turned to Jack. Where are we goin'?