The Path.8
Drabble: 300
words
Genre: Canon { will be A/U later on}
Pairing: Ennis and
Jack
Disclaimer: AP created'em, I just play with'em out of love
A/N: Just a small interlude, keeping it going.
Awoke with hellish poundin in my head. Couldn't move 'thout feelin the top was gonna fly off . . . this was gettin to be a habit with me. I never was much of a drinker, oh, beer when I had the money in my pocket, but never much whiskey.
Always had to get up early. Ranch work didn't wait. 'Sides I was usually too tired at night to get into much drinkin' or mischief.
Mischief? Fuck! Memory flooded back over me.
I closed my eyes to keep it away, but it was inside my head. Jack 'n me. Strip poker. Oh yeah, that was a great idea! Shoulda not listened to him, shoulda stuck to checkers whether he thought they was boring or not.
'Cause now he'll hate me. Prob'ly lost the best friend, the only friend I ever had. Well, I ain't goin back there no more, can't face him. Oh, what have I done?
I lay there for 'nother minute, ignoring morning wood, but had to piss somethin awful. My mind wanders as I get up and walk over to lean against my favorite tree. I'm nineteen years old, and I never had this much trouble keepin my hands off myself. Seems that's all that's on my mind anymore. Wonder if Jack ever had this problem?
Not that he will ever speak to me again, prob'ly. My face flames remembering Jack standing by the fire, pants yanked down, his cock all red and leaking. . . red and ?? Is that how it really was? Or is that how my drunk self wished it was? Here I go with my hands on myself again. These memories drive me to pump harder and faster. As I release pure bliss into the air, I breathe his name aloud, "Jack".
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