When Love Takes You In

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Brokeback Mountain'. Annie Proulx is the genius behind the story and then everybody who was involved with the movie brought it to life again.

Author's Notes: Went to see 'Brokeback Mountain' again… and then 'Casanova' right afterwards. A mini Heath Ledger marathon I guess. Anyways… don't be jealous that I've seen Brokeback every weekend since it came out…. Be glad because I always have such good bits of inspiration after seeing the movie. I'll be writing a lot at work tonight I hope. But if you really want… go ahead and be jealous. I don't mind…. Hehehe… Gee, I can't wait to go again next weekend!

Chapter Four

"C'mon then. Let's get you out of that bed." Ennis put on a grin for Jack as he rolled the wheelchair to Jack's bed. He reached for Jack to help him out of the bed, but Jack pulled back.

"Wait…. What's wrong, Ennis? You were fine when you left." Jack wanted to know.

"Nothing wrong, huh. Shit, I'm just trying to help you up and out." Ennis gestured from Jack to the wheelchair.

"Sometimes you're easier to read than a newspaper, Ennis Del Mar." Jack said, but consented to Ennis's help and made it into the wheelchair without incident.

Ennis wheeled Jack through the halls and out of the hospital in silence. When they reached the outdoors, Ennis put two cigarettes in his mouth, lit them and then handed one to Jack.

"Now… ya gonna tell me what happened to turn your mood so sudden?"

"Nope." Ennis answered simply and sat on the bench next to the wheelchair. "Nuthin anyway. Was just thinkin' too hard. Now stop worryin' about me when yer the one in the wheelchair."

The rest of their time outside was silent, each stuck in a world of their own. And the rest of the night was stilted, Ennis blamed himself for that. But soon as visiting hours were over, he headed on over to a small diner he'd spotted his first day in town. Maybe he could at least get something to eat and make something of the night yet.

He walked in and seated himself, waited patiently for a waitress. He pulled out the small paper with the names and addresses of Jack's attackers.

"Hey there, sir. Can I get ya anythin'? Specials are the vegable soup and the potatuh pancakes" Ennis looked up and saw the waitress. Probably in her late thirties, but hard times and yellow stained teeth added age to her appearance. Her ratted red hair didn't do anything to distract either.

"Just coffee… and a piece of apple pie." Ennis answered and looked back down. He could still feel her next to him and looked up to see her reading over his shoulder.

"Ya looking for them? Some sort of school thing? I can tell ya right now that Ned moved closer to the school so's kids could walk themselves." the waitress smacked on a piece of gum as she spoke. She seemed bored enough to be desperate for someone to talk to. Normally a chatterbox waitress was something that would annoy Ennis.

"'zat so?" He was intrigued. Let her talk and he could find out about everybody in the town if he'd wanted.

"Yep. O' course the other guys still where they were. But if'n you was looking to talk to all of them together… whey I recon you could just wonder on down to Hunter's Pond on a Friday afternoon. They go fishing every week at the same time before school lets out. Yessirree." She nodded. She got a pen out of her pocket, remember why she was there.

"What was it you wanted to order?"

"Uh… nothing, thank you. I'm on my way out." Ennis excused himself quickly.

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"You're far away, Cowboy. Where's your head?" Jack asked the next day.

"Don't you want to get back at those guys for what they did?" Ennis asked. Jack's easy going smile fell from his face. They were sitting outside of the hospital again, just puffing away at Ennis's Camel Filters.

"No. I wanna forget it ever happened. When I think about it, I get scared about us and I don't want that." Jack absently picked at flakes of plaster from his leg cast.

"I want them dead." Ennis told him.

"Why? It wasn't even you that they got." Jack was confused. Ennis stood and threw his cigarette but on the ground, dug his heal in to make sure it went out. He paced a few steps and breathed deep.

"But it was YOU and that's worse than if it was me. I can't handle it so calm like that. You almost left me forever this way… and so I can't leave you again!" Ennis yelled. So used to Jack and him being alone in the middle of nowhere when they were together, Ennis had forgotten where they were until Jack shushed him.

"Quiet down, Ennis. What if someone heard you?"

"You used to not mind as much if anybody would find out."

"Yeah and you used to wanna hide everything as far and deep as possible. You've gotten careless, Ennis, and I've finally wizened up." Jack spat out angrily. With that, he put out his cig and wheeled around. He rolled his wheelchair inside and away from Ennis.

Ennis let him have his head start before heading back in also. Jack was right. He'd gotten careless. If his mind had been right on track, that damned nurse never would have seen. But his mind never really stayed on track when Jack was around. Alma was a testament to that. If Ennis had been thinking clearer, she never would have found out.

He entered Jack's room with some hesitation, mild apprehension. His hat was again being wrung in his hands. He shut the door behind him, hoping not to be interrupted and approached Jack. Still in the wheelchair, facing away from Ennis, Jack had a small mirror. He held up the small shaving mirror and he pealed off the bandages from his face. Still angry red and stitches standing out, he looked positively scary to himself.

Ennis stepped around so he was in front of Jack and facing him. He saw nothing of the stitches or scars forming on the face before him. He saw a tear leave those beautiful eyes and all he wanted to do was build a newer, better and safer world for the angel that sat there.

Both men silent, Ennis reached out and lifted Jack up. Small grunt as he deposited him on the bed, sitting next to him. Then he gently held Jack at the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He softly touched his lips to Jack's forehead and made trail of kisses down the side of his face.

"Beautiful… lil' darlin'"Ennis whispered between kisses. He made his way to Jack's neck and gently pushed him down so he was laying on the bed now. While he sucked on Jack's collarbone, both men panting now, he pulled Jack's underwear off and moved aside the hospital gown.

Leaving a new hickie that marked Jack as his own, he went down to Jack's heated groin. He grinned slightly.

"Already exited, huh Cowboy…" He quickly stretched up to meet Jack's lips for a brief, hard kiss and then back down.

He blew lightly on Jack's hard dick, the small breeze making Jack chose a groan of pleasure. Ennis ran the tip of his tongue from base to tip before letting the member slip into his wet, enclosed mouth. His tongue wriggled slightly as he moved the penis all the way in and then he started to hum. The same notes he once hummed to Jack as they embraced by the fire one day on Brokeback. He continued his song as he moved around Jack's penis.

"Fuck, Ennis. God! Holy shit-n-hell." Jack's grunted, trying to keep his hips from bucking. His words soon became incoherent the closer he came to climax and finally went off in Ennis's mouth.

Ennis took it all and swallowed the salty semen. He grinned again as he pulled Jack's underwear back up and covered him with his gown and a blanket, Jack being to lethargic afterwards to move and do it himself.

"I love you, Ennis. I'm sorry for yellin' at ya." Jack murmured.

"Nothing to be sorry 'bout, darlin'. Sleep well, my angel." And with that Ennis was gone. Out the door before Jack could say anything more.

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Friday morning saw Ennis out at a gas station, filling his tank for tomorrow and then looking at the map on the wall. The whole city was on it. He quickly found Hunter's Pond on the map, not too far away from where he was now. He grabbed himself a six pack of beer and some beef jerky, paid for that and his gas and left for Hunter's Pond.

He found himself a nice grassy spot shaded by a large crab apple tree. Figured he'd relax there for the better part of the day until Jared, Ned, and Jack shoed up for their fishing ritual.

Bye the time they did show up, Ennis was already finished with his six beers and, since he's forgotten to replenish his cigarette supply, he was on is very last smoke which furthered his bad mood. He had his cowboy hat tipped over his face as he layed there. He stayed relaxed and listened as they settled into their spots. One peek out of the corner of his hat said that they were close enough so he could get away with eavesdropping for a while.

They talked of their kids at first and then the conversation drifted to more lucrative topics such as their sexual conquests and cheating on their wives. Soon the conversation landed on their latest adventure… Jack. That's when he let himself be known to them.

"That was you three done that?" Ennis drawled out, lifting his hat from his face.

"Hell yeah. Queer got what he deserved too. It was so easy."

"How so?" He was able to look genuinely interested as he stood and leaned against the tree, hat in it's rightful place now. The three Neanderthals didn't even bother to wonder how an outsider would know of Jack Twist.

"Well, we knew him from parent activities at the school… so we also knew his routine purty much all of it. Just waited for the right time and place… no witnesses… and we jumped 'im."

"So great. Think he even cried like a sissy girl. Fucked him up good too. Shit like him shouldn't be allowed 'round the school."

"Izzat so?" Ennis's temper was raging inside him, but knowing what was coming soon kept it in check for the moment.

"Anyone who likes an ass fuckin' shouldn't be allowed 'round proper society."

Ennis sauntered over to the three with his head down. He spit over to the side and then spoke with a voice so low it scraped the ground.

"And what about the one that likes fuckin' him?"

The three guys were confused until Ennis lifted his head and glared at them. In that instant, their faces were a mix of fear and defiance. Three against one… no problem.

But no matter his age, Ennis's reflexes never slowed. He dodged the swing that came from his left and stepped in for a side kick in the man's gut. Quick as a fox, he spun and punched one in the nose. Last one thought he'd get off easy if he lent aid to his friends instead of fighting. He was wrong.

Ennis picked up the man by his collar and head butted him unconscious. That's when he really began to lay in on all the men. Punch after punch and kick after kids and all three down by now, one might have called it overkill.

It took the metallic smell of blood to bring Ennis back to his senses. He stood back, shaking like a leaf and took a big breath. He looked at his hands and down his front. He looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

Calmly as possible, he went to the water and rinsed off his hands. He headed to his truck and then back to the motel room. It wasn't until he saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror that he realized how far gone he'd been once he started on the beating. All he could think about was the horror they'd inflicted on Jack and that drove him out of his mind with rage.

He decided to throw those clothes away and took a shower before he headed off to the hospital to see Jack. Tomorrow they'd be gone from this forsaken place and they'd be able to rest easy.

End Chapter

So did ya'll like? Gosh I hope so. I had no idea what I was doing writing that one little graphic scene between Jack and Ennis. I had to check with two different friends to make sure I got things written accurately.