-1A/N: My favorite scene, from both their points of view. Ennis first. Bask! Jack and Ennis forever! If you agree then say WOO EE, then rip your shirt off Hulk-style and SCREAM!

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Sorry. Momentary insanity. That's how I get when it comes to these two.

Ennis

The sound of a truck pulling up had never held so much for Ennis del Mar. The everyday sound of a truck door opening had never before jolted him with such a hot surge of adrenaline that rendered him giddy as a schoolboy and rapt in utter bliss.

Neither of those things would have had their effect had Jack Twist not been the one pulling up, getting out of the truck and approaching him with that familiar big-toothed grin, eyes sparkling.

During his flight on cloud nine, Ennis just barely remembered to tuck his shirt in before heading out to meet him.

"Jack fucking Twist!"

How long had those words been pent up? How long had he wanted to exclaim that name, the only words that could describe the sense of loss that had kept him awake at night, as well as his current state of rapture? He said it laughingly, slapping his hands on the railing, before bounding down the stairs and colliding with Jack in an embrace, lifting him off his feet, rocking him back and forth. Heat radiated between and within them as their bodies thumped together, swaying as one.

Just to hold him, feel him, inhale his scent, after all those years! Ennis's throat burned raw. He was hungry for the way he felt, the sharp strength of his shoulder blades, his tight, strong back, the sound of his voice, son of a bitch, his scent, pine and cigarettes and vast sky dew.

Ennis pulled away momentarily, wearing a child's grin of mischief. Ennis glanced around for caution's sake, then took hold of Jack by the vest. Pushed him back, prompting a rapid pace of footsteps backwards, slammed him against the wall, crushing his mouth with his own as both their breaths were suppressed. As expected, it took a split second for Jack to go from what the hell to hell yes.

Grabbing hold of those cheeks, Ennis pressed their faces together, squeezing Jack's lips between his own. The raw searing in his throat was quenched as their saliva merged, surging and moistening the contact of their dry lips.

He'd punched him. The last time they were together, Ennis had punched him down. This memory flared in his mind as his fingers clenched firmly but tenderly at Jack's cheek, and he ran his thumb across his squeezed-shut eyelid, as if wiping a tear, caressing where the bruise had been. There was his apology.

When their lips parted, they exhaled, and their foreheads remained touching. Their eyes opened. The piercing blue of Jack's eyes, the crackling cobalt flame around his pupils, smoldered with a revelation of desire that shook Ennis to the core.

Jack clawed at the collar of Ennis's shirt, clenching his hand into a fist before lunging forward and pulling them together, crushing their noses as they collided in another desperate, ravenous kiss, eyes screwed shut. Ennis took this as acceptance of the apology.

Ennis pulled their faces apart and took in a steaming lungful of air as they stood panting, stunned by their own voracious appetites. Ennis gulped down Jack's saliva, then turned his head away in an attempt to clear his head of the fog that encased them. Jack still clung to him, eyes closed, head tilted upward in silent yearning. Gathering himself, Ennis pried his hands off and pulled their faces further apart. Jack opened his eyes, clearly shaken from the rare display of passion, wanting more, already aching for more.

"Hey," Ennis breathed, barely audible. Comfortingly he slid his hand down Jack's cheek, then granted him a forehead nudge of a nuzzle. Their foreheads rubbing together sent tingles all throughout him, pulsating in his temples. He turned abruptly away, stiffening his shoulders.

Alma, he groggily reminded himself. Alma. Inside. Introduce him to Alma. Oh, right.

He made a mental note to keep the introductions terse. Not an ounce of time was to be wasted before they reached a motel.