Another storm. Jack peeked through the tent flaps, squinting in the whipping wind. He tried to spot Ennis, getting worried. He looked up to the sky. It was dark, even though it was still the afternoon. When Jack looked back around for Ennis, he spotted him running up, holding his hat down to keep it from blowing away.
He slunk back into the tent quickly, fiddling with some playing cards. Ennis crawled into the tent and buckled the tent flaps down. He turned to Jack, brow low as if he were slowly getting aggravated.
"Why didn't you have the fuckin' tent closed?" Ennis asked, that usually words-punching-to-get-out voice of his thick.
Jack looked up from the cards and looked at Ennis. He just shrugged and went back to pointlessly fiddling with the cards.
Ennis muttered something rude about Jack as he retreated to the back of the tent, wrapping his arms around himself. Jack heard him shivering... he dropped the cards gently on the floor of the tent, a light crash of thunder going off in the distance. He turned around, grabbed a blanket and offered it to Ennis. Of course, Ennis didn't accept it and turned his face off to the side, losing himself in thought.
Jack paused for a moment, studying Ennis' body.
"Ya know, you're gonna get sick if you keep them wet clothes on..." Jack said quietly.
Ennis looked over to Jack tiredly. "Yeah? So what?"
Jack gave Ennis' body another look-over and moved towards him. Jack cupped his face, pushing Ennis' hat off of him, bringing his own face closer. Ennis didn't bother resisting. He knew he wanted Jack just as much as Jack wanted him. Their lips met for a moment, then Jack moved back to remove Ennis' shirt. He rubbed his slightly muscular, well-toned, chest, his hands coming to rest on his hips. They fell on top of each other, giving each other tongue affectionately. Their bodies were electric. It just felt... right, them being together like this.
Jack slipped his shirt off, still kissing Ennis while he straddled his crotch for support. Ennis' hands explored Jack's young body as he heard more thunder crash, rain hitting the top of the tent almost violently, the two men starting to work up a sweat. Ennis removed Jack's pants and vice versa, both of them practically there already.
Jack grabbed Ennis' manhood immediately and they both did what came natural to guys like them. It seemed the storm was mimicking them, or they were mimicking the storm or whatever made sense. The only thing that mattered to Jack and Ennis was that they had each other. For those few moments, life was perfect.
After he caught his breathe, Jack laid his head on Ennis' chest and closed his eyes lightly, listening to his strong, rugged heartbeat. It was a beautiful sound.
"Fuckin' Brokeback Mountain..." Jack half-whispered, half-muttered with a smile coming across his face. He snuggled his face into his lovers chest, almost as if he were trying to determine whether he was dreaming or not. "Got us good..."
They listened to the storm as it died off, listening to the light rain drops as they drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
End