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Title: Just Sleepin'
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Jack instinctively put his hands on Ennis' neck. He moaned at the connection he had been waiting since their fight of the summerto make. Ennis pushed his tongue in Jack's mouth, vying for dominance.

Ennis picked up one hand, and the bed shifted as his left hand took on all of his weight. He used his free hand to push Jack back, a slight pressure applied on his chest. Jack eagerly obliged and flattened himself out. He grimaced as his ribs shifted.

"Ennis, I don't think-"

Ennis cut him off by straddling him and kissing him again.

"Argh..." Jack let out a pained cry. "Ennis, we can't do this. It hurts too much."

Ennis frowned. "I'm sorry Jack." His face looked hurt and stunned, but he had known this was coming; he just hadn't wanted it to. He rolled offof Jack and lay next to him.

"Yeh jus' look so purty in that get up!" Jack chuckled at Ennis' sad attempt at comedy.

"Betcha I'll look a lot better in summin' a my own." He winked at Ennis as he started to pull off his pants. The sandy haired man clambered off of the bed and walked stiffly over to the dresser. A pair of plaid boxers and an undershirt hit him in the face.

"Watch where yer throwin' that stuff, cowboy."

"Sarry," Ennis grumbled. Next he set a pale green, striped shirt alongside Jack and some jeans. "Yeh got that?"

Jack nodded at him, so Ennis started to dig through the closet, looking for suitcase.

As though Jack had read his mind, "Thur all in Lureen's room. Yeh'll havta get one from there. Jus' two doors down."

Ennis nodded at him and slipped discretely out of the door while Jack struggled with his short on the bed. He would have help Jack, but he knew the ornery man would only push him away.

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The only thing to keep Ennis company on the drive was the radio and stars. Jack had fallen asleep next to him, silently crying over the "loss" of his son. Of course he would see Bobby every summer, but he had a tough time accepting that, especially in his current state. He was extremely pessimistic about everything.

So Ennis didn't complain when a whiny Jack passed out on the passenger side. He looked much more peaceful sleeping there, and Ennis would be sad to wake him up, but he couldn't drive anymore. He pulled the truck over on the side of road and curled up next to Jack, careful not to bump his injuries. Gently grasping Jack's hand, he nodded off.

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A knock on the truck window woke Ennis from a most fantastic dream. A police officer was glaring at Ennis, who's head had slowly moved to Jack's lap through the night. The officer was a stout man, who looked extremely angry. Ennis pried his hand from Jack's, who whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. He rolled down the window. "Yes officer?"

"What were you doin' in there?"

"We're jus' driving to my home in Wyomin'. I was real tired, and my frien' here ain't in no state to drive. I needed to pull over to rest a minute."

The officer glared at the sleeping Jack for a moment before nodding at Ennis. "I'll need you to come in all the same. You can follow behind me."

"Come in for what, sir?"

"Doesn't matter to you, does it? All that matters is yore commin'. If yeh don't hurry up, you an' yore friend will be in the cruiser with me and my partner."

Ennis cringed as the officer spoke the word "friend". Did the man know? What could Ennis do if he did know? "Alright, sir. We'll be right behind yeh."

The police man nodded and clambered into his car. He turned to the man sitting beside him, "Another queer on the side of the road." His partner sighed quite loudly as they drove back to the station.

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Ennis had never been so embarrassed in his life. How could he be sitting here, holding a sobbing Jack, in the middle of a police station? The officer had taken all of Ennis' cash as a payment for his ticket that he got for stopping on the side of the road. He wasn't quite sure why Jack was crying, as he had only just woken up.

"What's yore name, boy?" The stout officer who had stopped them poked at Jack.

"'Is name is Jack. Could yeh give 'im a second?"

The officer glared at Ennis for a moment, "Well, Mr. Del Mar-"

"Wait a minute, you know my name, an' Jack's. But what's yores?"

"I'm officer Chucks." He flicked his badge that rested on his fat chest. "And as I was saying, you've paid for yore ticket, so all we got left is to make shore yeh weren't doin' anythin' on the side a the road."

"What're you talkin' about? I was sleepin'!"

"Don't get violent, Mr. Del Mar, you'll scare Jack." He nodded at the dark haired man who clutched at Ennis' shirt, still crying quietly.

"What's wrong with yeh anyways, Jack?" Ennis spoke almost silently to Jack, petting his head.

"I dunno, Ennis. I'm sorry." He seemed to choke on his words, and stopped talking as soon as they had come out of his mouth.

"It's ok Jack."

"Mr. Del Mar..." Officer Chucks cleared his throat to interrupt a scene that looked like it was about to get intimate. "About what happened in the truck..."

"What happened in the tuck?" Jack stared at Ennis, fear of another betrayal in his eyes.

"Nothin' happened in the God damn truck. But Chucks here won't believe me." He grunted, pointing to the person behind Jack.

Jack nodded, put his head on Ennis chest and promptly fell asleep. Ennis wished he could do that.

"How do I prove to you nothin' happened?"