The Power of Love
Chapter 7 - First Night
About an hour passed and Ennis was still outside, the blanket wrapped tightly around him. Jack was lying awake in the tent and every now and then, increasingly frequently, he would hear him whimpering with the cold, shivering vocally. It had been fine to tolerate around ten minutes ago but every since then, Jack had found himself getting more and more frustrated at it, unable to fall asleep because of the noise. And unfortunately, the night wasn't getting any warmer so Ennis wasn't going to stop it. Great, Jack thought.
Gently, he turned over onto his back and sighed into the darkness of the tent. From outside, Ennis gave another whine and finally, Jack knew he couldn't take anymore. Drawing a hand across his eyes, he rolled onto his side and pulled back the canvas cover of the tent, looking out into the campsite, where the fire had now completely died down. Ennis was trembling by it, curled up into a ball.
'' Ennis!'' he called out and he answered with a shaking 'what?'. '' Quit yer yammerin' an' get in here!''
Ennis quickly responded and scrambled to his feet, clutching the blanket and stumbling tiredly across the campsite, almost tripping over all the pots and pans. Jack shifted over on the bedroll once he'd reached the tent and let him lay down, getting comfortable. Within a few minutes, both had fallen asleep.
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Another hour went by and drowsily, Jack was woken from a particularly provocative dream, still deep in its pleasure. Excitement was pulsing through his veins and he couldn't deny how aroused he was, his breath catching in the darkness. He tried to turn into a position to make it better but no matter how hard he attempted, he knew he wouldn't be able to help himself or give himself the right satisfaction without waking Ennis up. He couldn't even go outside and do it – Ennis was lying next to the exit to the tent and he'd never be able to crawl over him without being noticed.
So, he strived to ignore it and just go back to sleep. He'd done that plenty of times before yet now, it was proving much tougher than he expected. Memories of the dream he had just had crept back into his head and he found himself moaning softly at them, not aiding the situation at all. It was no good. He was going to have to do something.
Slowly, he turned onto his side again and closed his eyes against the sensation, feeling his heart thudding in his chest. Ennis was warm behind him and he couldn't help bumping up against him, trying to make their bodies mould together. Luckily, this wouldn't have seemed quite as obvious in the night. He could just explain it as movement in his sleep and get round it ever so easily. But it wasn't anywhere near the type of pleasure he needed to get out of this awkward occasion.
He couldn't help himself anymore.
Unable to comprehend if this was a good idea or not because of the need throbbing through him, he gently reached behind and found Ennis's hand. Trying desperately not to wake him, he brought it over his body and pushed it below the sheets, guiding it to just where he wanted. Ennis cuddled up to his back in his dreams and Jack closed his eyes tight shut. His hand was very warm and he couldn't stop himself moving it gently, making him sigh as he picked up a slow pace.
But then, just as he was completely lost in desire, Ennis woke up and leapt away from him, quickly jumping over to the far side of the tent. Jack followed and grabbed him firmly by the collar, resulting in Ennis grasping him back. Then they paused and both men stared into each other's eyes, wondering what was going on. Jack slowly let go of Ennis and pulled off his coat, never looking away.
'' What're ya doin'...?'' Ennis muttered drowsily but cut himself off when Jack took hold of him again, gripping his clothes. The two cowboys grappled with each other for a couple of moments, Ennis trying to push Jack back, yet finally, their actions settled a little and Jack held Ennis's face close to his, pawing dizzily through his hair. Ennis found himself doing the same to him, clutching him tight and attempting to not let it go any further.
Yet, then, he felt Jack pull back a little and quickly slide a hand down. He heard him unbuckle his belt and suddenly, Ennis knew what he wanted. Horror immediately struck him but as much as he tried, he couldn't push away. Aggressively, he grabbed Jack and shoved him onto all fours in front of him, watched him lift his hips into the air in anticipation.
Without thinking, Ennis pulled down his companion's jeans and then hastily undid his own, feeling blood rush in his ears. He was terrified and confused and even a little angry at himself (and Jack) but he just couldn't stop. If he was truthful, he had absolutely no idea how to do this (or why he was doing this) yet he couldn't deny it was about to happen. Time was going much too fast and he couldn't halt it. Hopefully, he wouldn't remember this in the morning. He knew he was still half drunk anyway.
Quickly, he drew down his jeans and spat on his hand, hearing Jack's gasps beneath him. Unable to breathe properly anymore, he closed his eyes tight and then roughly pushed forward, entering him. '' Uhh...'' Jack groaned, his head dropping forward. Ennis thrust and shoved painfully into him and immediately, he began to see white lights in front of his eyes, flashing and glinting. They surrounded him and he moaned and grunted, not sure if he was making the noises from pain or pleasure.
Behind him, Ennis was gasping and panting, one arm wrapped tightly around his waist and the other gripping his shirt in desperation. His eyes were tight shut yet his mouth was wide open, trying to get some breath. Jack was so tight around him and the sensation was nothing short of incredible. Much to his despair, he could feel himself getting closer and closer each second.
From underneath, Jack began to tremble and shake, barely able to keep himself on all fours. Ennis grasped him and he sucked in a gasp, tensing up completely. Wildly, he groped around for his companion's hand and squeezed it, trying to hold on to at least some part of reality. The lights in front of his eyes flashed even more and he spread his legs, feeling Ennis lean very low over his body. He shoved and pushed and with one last attempt, hit a very sensitive spot inside of Jack.
The sensation of Ennis thrusting into that one spot over and over again immediately drew him over the edge. Managing to breathlessly pant his name, he threw back his head and reached a dizzy climax, spilling over his stomach and the bedroll. Ennis groaned and then echoed him, a feeling somewhere between pleasure and absolute pain ripping through him as he came deep inside Jack, trying not to howl.
And then, when the night finally turned still around them, he collapsed over on top of his companion and they turned back onto the bedroll together. Fatigue immediately claiming their exhausted bodies, Jack wrapped his arms around Ennis and they gradually drifted off to sleep, for the moment not scared by the things that had just happened.
TBC