Disclaimer: I don't own Brokeback Mountain

WARNING: gay sex, kissing, and all that great stuff.

Yeah, short and totally mushy chapter. Just don't feel like writing anything serious right now.

Kudos to everyone who is still reading... I'm trying to figure out where I will go next with this.

A few weeks later, Ennis got his casts off his arms and leg. He'd all ready been home for a while, but with the casts off he felt like he finally felt like himself. He got home just in time to see Francine, Bobby, and Lureen leave. Junior had made plans to stay at a friend's house that night so that Ennis and Jack could have the house to themselves. Once they got back to the house, Junior went up to her room and packed up her overnight bag.

"I'm gone Daddy!" she called out as she ran down the stairs.

"Careful on those stairs, we don't nee someone else breaking their leg!" Ennis called back. Junior came around the corner and kissed her Dad and then Jack on the cheek.

"I'll be back tomorrow afternoon! So, have all the fun you want!" Junior winked at Jack and then flew out the door. Ennis chuckled at Jack's stunned face.

"Did you really think it was a coincidence that she decided to spend the night with a friend on the same day that I got my casts off? Boy if you believe that, you are a dumb rodeo cowboy." Jack looked at Ennis with a devilish grin.

"So, what do you want for dinner tonight?" Jack asked coyly. Ennis raised an eyebrow, lit a cigarette, and tried to decide how long he would let this play out.

"Well, what's on the menu?"

"Well, we have spaghetti, soup, beans, and sausage."

"Sausage?" said Ennis trying not to burst out laughing. "When did we get sausage?"

"Lureen left some behind." Now Ennis couldn't help it. He starting laughing flat out.

"Yeah, sure. Don't you mean that I stole some from her?"

"I like to think it walked away from her and towards you of its own accord."

"I think I'd like steak."

"Steak? Really?"

"Yeah, I want a big thick steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, and beer."

"All right. Looks like we're eating out tonight."

"Can we even afford that?"

"Yes, we can, because I say we can. Besides, we are celebrating tonight. You are finally free from the casts. And we need a night out." Jack got the keys to the truck and held out his hand to Ennis. "C'mon cowboy. Let's get us some steaks." Ennis sighed and took Jack's offered hand. He stood up and grabbed Jack around the waist. He gently kissed Jack on the lips and smiled.

"Right behind you rodeo," Ennis replied softly. They strolled out to the truck and drove to the restaurant in town. They each ordered a steak rare with mashed potatoes and gravy. Both drank beers and for a while sat in silence.

"Can't tell you how glad I am to not be lugging those stupid casts around anymore," said Ennis flexing his arms and legs. "I had a scratch for a solid week on my knee."

"Well, now that you're out of the casts we can start looking at horses to buy and getting ready to breed them." Ennis nodded.

"No more talking shop. We'll start that tomorrow. I want to enjoy myself tonight." Jack nodded.

"All right, all right. No more shop talk." Their waitress arrived with their steaks and they laughed and chatted as they ate. After dinner and a couple of scoops of ice cream, they made their way home. Jack walked through the door and was about to turn on the light when he felt Ennis's hand on his.

"Don't..." Ennis whispered softly in his ear. "Let's just go upstairs." Jack walked forward in the dark and heard Ennis shut the door. "Don't you know your way in the dark rodeo?"

"I'm not as good as you at finding my way in the dark." Ennis chuckled softly and took Jack by the hand.

"All right then, little darlin'. I'll lead the way." Ennis led Jack up the dark stairs and to their bedroom without missing a step. Ennis shut the door back and turned back to his lover.

"Now, about that sausage we were discussing earlier," said Ennis rubbing his hand against Jack's zipper. Jack gasped slightly and smiled.

"Well, I thought with that big dinner we had, you wouldn't have the appetite... for it anymore." Ennis kissed Jack gently on the lips as his hand slipped under Jack's pants.

"Oh, I'm always in the mood for sausage Jack," said Ennis watching Jack's face relax. "Especially this kind." Jack moaned when Ennis pulled his hand away from what he was doing. "Oh, don't be so impatient." Ennis unbuttoned Jack's shirt and pulled it off the body he loved so much. This was quickly followed by Ennis's shirt. These were followed by each article of clothing the boys wore until they were naked in front of each other. Ennis kissed Jack a little more brutally this time and Jack felt his pulse quicken. They stumbled to the bed and tumbled in together. They kissed, bit, scratched, licked, and above all never let go of each other. Jack finally found himself on his back and Ennis slowly thrusting into him. Jack could have sworn his fingernails were drawing blood from Ennis's shoulders. It had only been a few weeks, but it still felt like it had been forever since they had done this.

"God... Ennis..."

"Let me know if I hurt you Jack," said Ennis softly. Jack nodded and then felt Ennis start thrusting into him hard and fast. Jack gasped, moan, and finally screamed out Ennis's name. Ennis collapsed on top of Jack and they held each other tightly in a panting and heaving mass of hot flesh.

"I love you," Jack whispered in the dark.

"I love you," Ennis replied. They settled down with Ennis's head resting on Jack's chest and fell into a deep sleep.