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Valandil Eluch: While I'm sorry for evoking such emotion giggle, I'm proud that my writing touched you like that, actually made you mad at a character. Hope you can forgive me and enjoy this chapter.

Natalie: I'm sorry I've been cruel to Ennis and Jack, I'm going to try and give them a little release in this chapter.

Pip3: Laughs You wouldn't believe how long I thought about what movie I sent them to. Then I thought, what better than King Kong? A little bit recent, but I'm sure it was close enough to their time for them to see the older one, right? If not, I hope you can forgive me.

kipperoo453: Alma must be bonkers! I mean, all of us can see why Ennis loves Jack right? I think that I put that in there because I wanted to show even after the years of separation, she was still delusional about losing Ennis, couldn't believe that there wasn't ever anything between them.

dreamcatcher33: Your reviews are always SO complementary and kind, I really look forward to them. They boost my "author ego" and defiantly make me want to write more. Thanks for including quotes, that really helps me out :)

On with the show!

Title: A Drink
Rating: R (CONTAINS SEX)
Disclaimer: See chapters 1, 10 and/or 20

Ennis didn't say anything on the ride back to the house, after they had picked up a bundle of their clothes along with the girls'. Jack figured he would be folding it all while Ennis skulked around the house. He pulled off next to a package store (A/N: For those of you who don't know, a package store is a liquor store) and turned off the car. "What're yeh gettin', Ennis?"

"I need a drink. Do yeh wan' anythin'?"

Jack shook his head earnestly. "No, and I don' think yeh do either."

"No? Well, I do. Be right back."

He slammed the door a little harder than nesscary, but he did have a right to be angry. Of course, Jack hoped Ennis wasn't mad at him. Jack didn't think he had done too much wrong, if anything. He chewed the side of his mouth, tasted blood. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous. The look on Alma's face told him something he didn't need to be told, didn't want to know.

He wasn't sure what it was, but it drew up fear and suspicion in him, almost made him want to turn tail and run from that woman. He didn't want to know what the fury in her eyes was planning to do to him, to Ennis, to their relationship.

Ennis tromped out of the store with a brown bag clasped in his hand, knuckles white around the neck of a bottle of a drink. Jack was scared his grip might break the thick glass, shatter it everywhere. It didn't. He got in the pick up, set it on the rough fabric next to Jack and started the engine again. "Asked for my ID. Couldn't find it. Sorry I took so damn long."

Jack chuckled despite their current situation. He leaned over and ran a finger down the side of Ennis' stubbled cheek. "See, I told yeh, yeh don' look old at all."

Ennis growled throatily, "Turn me on when I'm all emotional? Git yerself in a load a trouble that way, boy."

Ennis had practically sped home, his need to fuck Jack senseless urged his foot to gas pedal. He just couldn't get there fast enough. He slammed on the breaks, flew out of his side of the car and tugged Jack out, laundry left in the bed. Clothes be damned.

He pushed open the door of the house with his foot, like the day he brought Jack home. But tonight Jack was awake, and ready to participate in something more fun than unpacking. Ennis pushed open the door to their bedroom and threw Jack on the bed before jumping on him. He started devouring the man's lips, sucking his tongue.

He couldn't get enough of him. He tugged on the plaid shirt, which was blocking his way to skin. It flew out from the waistband of Jack pants, sent buttons flying this way and that as Ennis impatiently tore it open. He fumbled with Jack's shiny belt buckle. He wasn't sure what was driving him right now, wasn't sure why he wanted Jack so bad. He just knew he did, and he couldn't wait.

He undid his own pants with more than an air of urgency before Jack wrapped muscular thighs around him. With a grunt he thrust into Jack, full of need, want, months of untouched love. He grasped onto the man's shoulders, closed his eyes, bit his lip, tasted blood.

Jack kept his eyes open, not at all frightened by Ennis animalistic actions. He stared wide eyed,turned onby the concentration filtering through Ennis' shut face. Ennis' nails dug into pale skin, sent trickles of blood onto the mattress, no sheets on the bed since they had just been washed.

"Aww fuck!" He grunted as he came, collapsed on Jack and started to cry.

"Ennis? Ennis, what's wrong?"

He shuddered a little, tried to stop crying. Couldn't.

"Why'd they beat you up? Why'd she take my girls? We ain't done nothing wrong Jack, on'y loved each other, is all."

"I know, Ennis." He pet the man's smooth back, rubbed tense muscles, smelled the smoke, sweat, sex, semen. "It don' make no sense, but it'll all be ok. It will, I promise."

"How cain yeh? You don' know what's happenin' today or tomorrow or the next day."

"I just know. I got you, you got me, it's all gonna be alright, 'cus ain't nobody can take what we got away."

"No, I guess not." He licked the blood, still running in rivulets down his chin from when he bit his own lip. Then, when he heard Jack's breath steady, felt the body under him loose a little tensity, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I hope not." And, no matter how he tried, he just couldn't stop crying.