Man, I am on a writing spree here! What is this, the third chapter in four days? You guys better appreciate me…
Title: What He Wants
Chapter Title: Parabol/Parabola
Author: Penguins Stealing My Sanity
Disclaimer: I have no witty comment to make. I just don't own anything.
Summary: Jack faked his death, and now he's off to find Ennis and start their life together. But it's not always that simple… There's very little plot involved in this; it's mostly just an excuse for me to write a few explicit sex scenes between Jack and Ennis. ;)
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Sex. And lots of it.
Rating: R
Setting: Let's say approximately a year after the last chapter. Jack's gotten rid of his mustache, because I think it makes him look stupid. Besides that, I don't feel the need to describe what has happened in the year before this chapter, for J&E will make it evident through their dialogue.
What's happening? Another non-Evans Blue-songed chapter… This is Tool's "Parabol/Parabola." Two songs, actually, but they're always grouped together and, alone, they're too short to make a proper songfic. Not my favorite Tool song, but the lyrics fit.
A warning: I know next to nothing about the "way back when" times, so don't expect anything to be historically/time-period-ally (I know, periodically would probably be more correct, but that always makes me think of newspapers) correct.
As I said, this chapter is what the whole fic was supposed to be before I discovered my friendly plot: sex, in as many ways as I can think of. :grin: I guarantee, this chapter will have the least plot yet. We'll resume plottiness after this plotless chapter, I promise. I actually have most of the fifth chapter written (who'd've thunk I'd rather write something with plot than just pointless sex?).
Anyone willing to offer a random, Western-sounding name for the next chapter? Heck, you can even offer a description of a character. I just need a generic Western-type person. Best name/character will be in the chapter, and the name's creator will get my eternal thanks, and a sentence or three about how great you are, and two penguins.
I'm in a really strange mood today. Kind of an over-tired, somewhat giddy feeling…
Enough about me. We jump back to Jack's POV.
But before that: a general note: if there's anything specific you'd like to see (sex-wise or other-wise) go ahead and suggest it in your reviews (cough cough, hint hint). If it fits in with this fic, I'll probably write it. If it doesn't fit with this fic…who knows, it might inspire a new fic! On that note…here you go, Lorien Lupin—a variety pack!
- What He Wants -
"Parabol/Parabola"
I stood back a little and wiped the sweat off my face with the rag I'd tucked into my belt, and then smiled at my handiwork. It was the last thing that had needed to be done, finishin' the fence, and I pushed down on the rail I'd just finished nailin' up, makin' sure it would hold my full weight. It did, and I nodded to myself, proud of my work.
"How's it goin', cowboy?" Ennis called, and I turned to grin at him.
"Just finished." I caught the can of beer he threw to me, and cracked it open. "How's it look?"
"Looks like a fence." He leaned against the rail next to me, and watched with a small smile while I downed half the can.
"You know what this means, don't you?" I asked, wipin' my mouth with the back of my hand.
"You finally worked up enough muscle to replace all that fat?"
I laughed and slapped his stomach. "You ain't exactly fit, neither, boy. This means that all we got left to do is get the sheep, an' we'll be set. We ain't got nothin' else left to do."
"Is that a fact?" He sipped thoughtfully at his beer. "We'll have to look at doin' that soon, then, won't we?"
"Yup. Come on—I haven't had anythin' to eat since breakfast, and I been workin', unlike someone else I could name."
"I been workin' too," Ennis protested.
"Sure you have," I agreed sarcastically, pullin' his hat off his head and pushin' it down onto my own head. Swearin' at me, he tried to grab it back, but I ran away from him, laughin'. He chased me all the way back to the house we'd built together, and then he tackled me, sendin' us both topplin' to the ground. I tried to squirm away from him, but he held onto my legs and dragged me underneath him. I somehow managed to flip him over so he was layin' on his back with me straddlin' his hips; with a wicked grin, I leaned down and kissed him, pressin' my hips down against his. He was gaspin' as I started kissin' his face and neck, and his hands hled tightly onto my sides. "Thought…you said you were…hungry…" he gasped, and groaned as I slid my hands up under his shirt.
"Oh, I am hungry," Is said, liftin' my head and smilin' at the way his eyes rolled back into his head.
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.
"We should…go inside…" he gasped. "Someone…might drive by…see us…"
"Road's a long ways away, Ennis," I said softly, unbuttonin' his shirt. "'Sides, it's been awhile since we fucked outside."
"Jack…"
"Ennis, shut the fuck up and take my pants off." We both had to shift around a bit to get the other's pants off, but it wasn't nearly as hard as it had been to get each other's clothes off in a cramped corner of the general store's storage room, and at least here there wasn't any wood scrapin' against my back. Grinnin', I reached down and grabbed his erection; I lifted myself up, and then pressed down around him, both of us lettin' out groans. I pressed my hands down against his chest and lifted myself back up his length, and dropped down again. He grabbed tightly onto my hips, liftin' me up and pullin' me down, and shovin' his own hips up to bury himself even deeper inside me. My back hunched, my hands diggin' into his chest, I pumped myself down onto him , groanin' and givin' small grunts and cries of pleasure. He was strainin' beneath me, his hands diggin' into my hips, tryin' desperately to push himself farther into me and archin' his back with pleasure. I threw me head back and shouted out as I came, and felt him come inside me not even a second later. With a happy groan, I fell on top of him, layin' across his chest with my head against his shoulder.
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.
"Get up, cowboy," he said softly, and I rolled off him tiredly, slowly pullin' my pants back on.
"I sure hope you got some food made inside," I said, pushin' myself up and reachin' down to give him a hand up. He smiled and put one of his arms around my shoulders, leadin' me into our house. We sat down at our old, warped table and ate in a comfortable silence. Soon as I'd finished, I got up and said, "I'm gonna go shower off." He just nodded, his attention on a magazine he must have picked up the last time he was in town.
Our bedroom was nothin' fancy, cluttered with things we hadn't had time to unpack yet. He hadn't bought much of anythin' as far as furniture went; Ennis's old things were still in pretty good shape and it made more sense just to use the stuff we already had. The bathroom was just as plain, but it had new stuff at least, even if it wasn't anythin' fancy. I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the shower; I was in the middle of washin' my hair when the curtain was pulled open and Ennis stepped in with me. "Damn, Ennis," I muttered as he pressed me up against the wall, "what's gotten into you today?"
"We got reason to celebrate," he said, buryin' his face in my neck and slidin' his arms around my waist. "All we got left to do is buy the sheep."
"You didn't seem nearly this excited when I told you that."
"Twist, stop talkin'." He flipped me over so my front was pressed against the wall, and then he pressed himself into me. I groaned loudly, shovin' myself back against him to get him deeper inside me. He grabbed onto my hips so he could more easily pull himself outta me and thrust back in. Moanin', I reached down to grab onto my erection, pumpin' my hand over myself as he pushed harder and harder into me. I came before he did, groanin' as my cum squirted out onto the wall; but he kept on thrustin' into me, and I wasn't even sure if he'd noticed my orgasm. And so I kept my hand wrapped around myself, as he kept on goin', and I came again not long after he did.
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
He leaned against me for a minute or so, and then he pushed himself away and reached out to turn off the water. Without a word, he took me by the arm and led me from the bathroom into the bedroom, pushin' me down onto the bed and fallin' on top of me. We fucked again, and by that time he looked like he was ready to fall asleep. I rolled out of his arms and grabbed some socks of the floor; while he was half-asleep, I used to socks to tie his wrists to the headboard. Then, movin' down between his legs, I called softly, "Ennis." He jerked awake, lookin' down at me and then lookin' up at his wrists, and then lookin' back down at me with a frown on his face. I grinned at him, and leaned down to press my lips against his penis. He groaned loudly, but groaned even louder when I took him in my mouth. He was hard in seconds, and I began suckin' on him, gently at first, and then harder. He thrashed around wildly, liftin' his hips up and pushin' himself farther into my mouth. I moaned around the mouthful, and he echoed it with a moan of his own. I pushed his hips down against the mattress, holdin' him still so I'd have an easier time of it.
"Holy…motherfuckin' Christ…Jack…Jack…!"
I nearly laughed, and the vibration made Ennis moan wildly. Grinnin' wickedly, I began humming even as I kept on suckin' at him. He didn't last long after that. I swallowed the cum that exploded into my mouth, and lifted my head to smirk at him as he lay gaspin' for air. I slid forward and arranged his legs on either side of my hips, and then pressed myself forward into him.
He gasped, and then gave a cry that was half pleasure and half pain. It had been a long time—too long—since I'd last fucked him, since he was always so afraid of bein' "unmanly." Right now, I didn't give a shit if he felt "unmanly." Jack Twist needed his turn, after all.
I'd nearly forgotten what it felt like, to be inside someone instead of someone bein' inside me. But the tightness, and the swelterin' heat, and the way Ennis arched his hips up—it was enough to make my head spin, and I was almost afraid I was gonna come before I'd hardly even gotten started.
Alive, I
In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
I rocked back and forth into him, copyin' the things he'd done to my over the years, his shouts of pleasure encouragin' to pump into him harder and faster. I came before he did, but I grabbed onto his erection, pullin' at him until he came, too.
Breathin' heavily, I dragged myself up his body and untied his wrists, and then lay there on top of him. His hands rested at the small of my back, keepin' me where I was, keepin' me right where I wanted to be forever.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
Aww, a sweet ending. Not much more to say, is there?
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