"The Middle Missing Scene"

Chapter TWO!
Rating: NC-17
Author's notes: This is the first fanfic Ive written in over 4 years...bear with me! Also, I am 100 city girl, so I TRIED with the cowboy dialogue...sorry if its not up to par! One more thing, I've never written male-male stuff before...so if i offend anyone with my naivity, i apologize!
Disclaimer--Not mine, so sad. I'd have them living happily till they were 100!

So, I was totally going to wait a few days to write the second chapter…but I couldn't wait! 1)You guys were awesome about commenting! Thanks so much! and 2)The Bubonic Plague is too depressing to write about when I could be writing smutty Ennis/Jake stuff! This is just a FILLER chapter, unfortunately. Just leading to that hot, steamy motel scene:)

http/community. pulled up to the hotel. Ennis had moved over back to the other side of the truck, but was still grinning at Jack. Jack refused to look at Ennis, for two reasons. One, he was still mad that Ennis had teased him in the truck and had given him so much pleasure at the same time. The other reason why Jack refused to look at Ennis was that if he did look in the direction of that blonde-headed cowboy, Jack knew he would pounce on him, even if they were in the parking lot of the motel.

Jack pulled into a spot near the front door. "I'll be right back," he said, again, not looking at Ennis. Ennis knew he was going to go in and pay for the room. This mad Ennis feel uneasy that Jack was paying. Ennis had grown up being taught what an honorable man did, especially for someone he cared about. He knew both he and Jack were men, but Ennis felt like he had the more dominate role; felt as if he was Jack's protector, Jack's man. And because of this, it made him feel guilty as hell that Jack was in there paying and that he couldn't cough up enough money to attempt to pay. Money was tight. He was hurting for work and they were cutting back Alma's hours at the grocery store. He couldn't afford luxuries at the moment, even if it was for the person he cared about most in the world.

"I need a room for the night," Jack told the older woman behind the desk.

"Just you?" she asked in a monotonous voice, not even looking up from her magazine.

"No. Me and my brotha. We're hitchin' to go see our momma up in Montana. She's dying and wants to see her boys one more time. 'Cept we've been driving for 35 hours straight and we need a rest…" Jack's voice trailed off. He had come up with that bullshit completely on the spot. He was proud of himself for such a great lie.

"Mmmhmm," mumbled the woman. She didn't seemed interested, didn't seem to care, still not looking up from the magazine. This didn't bother Jack. The less lies he had to tell, the better. "Don't have anymore rooms with two beds. Got 'em with one bed," she stated. Again, no personality or intrigue in her voice.

Jack tried liked hell to hide the grin that was spreading across his face. "Um…" he gulped, "…that's fine." One bed…oh what would he and Ennis do!

"Be $32.87"

Jack opened his wallet and handed her two twenties. The woman opened her cash drawer slowly and put the money away and slowly began to count the change. Jack couldn't stand this. He wanted to tell the woman to keep the change, but he couldn't. He didn't want to draw any unnecessary suspicion.

'Jesus fuckin' Christ,' thought Ennis. 'What the fuck he doin'? Askin' her her life story?' Ennis sat impatiently in the truck. His leg was involuntary bouncing up and down, waiting in anticipation for the night they were about to spend with each other. Ennis was pissed that he had to wait all these few extra minutes, but he was passing the time by getting a nice view of Jack's sweet, soft ass in his tight Levis. Ennis was thinking dirty thoughts that didn't make him mind so much the wait Jack was making him endure.

"Thank you," Jack told the woman and walked out. He walked to the truck and got in, still refusing to look at Ennis.

"What the fuck took ya so long Twist? Tellin' her about your success as a hermonicist?" Ennis asked in a devilish way.

Jack couldn't help but laugh. "Fuck you Ennis Del Mare. Just you wait, one day me an' my harmonica, we're gonna make it big, all over the world!" This statement made both men laugh. It was the first moment of just pure innocent fun they had all day since seeing each other. It wasn't an under lying innuendo for pent up sexual lust and desire. Just two friends having a good laugh.

But, soon Jack looked into Ennis's eyes. And Ennis looked right back. The heat and fire had returned in an instant. Jack gulped again, not because he was bullshittin' lies, but because Ennis was looking at him like he had only once before. It was their second night together. Jack really thought of it as their first, since the first involved Ennis being drunk, and it only lasting a few minutes. No, Jack thought as their first night as the night after. Ennis had come into the tent and Jack had been gentle with him; had leaded him through the beginning of that beautiful night. They had had sex a few times that night, but between the first and second times, while cuddling close to one another for not just keeping each other warm against the cold night air, but because they felt like they couldn't tear apart from one another, Ennis had looked at Jack. It was a look that Jack had been confused about. It only lasted a few seconds and quickly vanished. With the rest of their night entailing of hot, sweaty sex and sweet, tender cuddling, Jack forgot the look. But now, sitting outside of a motel, Jack saw it again. And this time he understood. It was a look of emotions Ennis couldn't say himself. It was a look of fear, but of knowing this was something he wanted. It was a look of fire growing from his heart, the look of knowing he had finally found exactly what he had needed for so long. Jack instantly put his hand on Ennis's check. He tried to caress it, to let Ennis know that without saying anything, he understood and felt the same way.

When Jack's hand touched his check, Ennis flinched and pulled back. Jack was confused for a moment, why would Ennis want to interrupt since an intense moment between the two of them? Ennis pulled back more, until he was sitting against the window. He looked at Jack square in the eye and then swung his head around, looking out the back and front windows. Jack realized that he had been so caught up in the moment; he had completely forgotten where they were.

Jack looked away, ashamed at what he had done. He started the truck again and shifted in reverse. "Room 115," he mumbled, "in the back." As he started to drive, he felt something on his hand and looked down. Ennis had put his hand on Jack's, intertwined his fingers into Jack's and squeezed slightly. They both knew what it meant. This was Ennis's way of saying he was sorry for interrupting their moment, but he felt the same way Jack did.

Jack smiled and drove to back, to room 115.