The Path.16

Drabble: 1100 Words
Genre: Canon { getting close now to A/U }
Pairing: Ennis and Jack; Ennis' POV
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A/N: Ennis is no longer torn and is reveling in his relationship with Jack.

I'm showing him and telling him how I feel. No, I never done anything like this before. I never felt this free before. I know the reason I never want Jack to feel alone again, is that I would feel alone too. Been alone too much in my life. Never had nobody who belonged to me, nor who wanted to belong to me. Jack does.

Suddenly a vision of Alma comes to me. She looks so sweet and innocent. A pretty little thing. I try to decide if I feel guilty about this; about not wanting to be with her the way I want to be with Jack. But I know something that's true. I could know her one thousand years, and I'd never know her like I know Jack. Jack sees me; he sees inside a me, and knows who I am better'n I know myself. Alma tries, but she doesn't understand who I am. Wants me to be that vision of a husband she's carried in her mind since playing with dollies as a girl. That ain't me, and it never will be.

I tell him I was thinkin about Alma. He looks over at me, worried. "Don't worry, Jack. She's no threat to us. I just didn't realize what I was supposed to be feelin till I met you. She'll make some man a fine wife someday, just not me." He smiled broadly at that.

"Won't she be angry; want an explanation of what went wrong?" he asks.

"Prob'ly. She deserves one. But I'm just gonna tell her my plans changed."

"Ha, as if that'll satisfy her!" he mocks.

"You shut up about Alma. This ain't her fault." As I tell him this, I point from him to me. But I don't say 'it ain't her fault I love someone else.'

I'll write her a letter tomorrow, break the engagement. Friday, Jack will give it to the Basque at the bridge to mail in town. Should have it in a week.

Then it'll be all over. I won't be obliged to get married to her.

This is where I belong, in the arms of this man, this friend, who knows every inch a my body, as well as he's known my soul. Yes, this is the first time that I even recognize I have a soul. Jack found it for me. Jack found me, and I am no longer lost.

I have quit fighting myself and Jack, I want him to have all of me, just as I've had all of him. I want him to have that feeling that I had the other night when I took him too fast and too furious. He brought some lard or Crisco or somethin in the tent with him tonight even before I came down for supper. Just in case I came to my senses and joined him in the tent. I have come to my senses, and since he is still sore from our first time, it's my turn tonight.

We slept a few hours twined together. We wake to piss and eat the cold supper I never touched last night. We sit on our bedrolls, blankets wrapped around our nakedness, and glory in the feelings of just being together and looking at each other. Every once in a while we nudge each other, we laugh. I have some potato pancake on the side of my mouth and he licks it off, and then licks my lips. The food is shoved aside, and we are on each other again.

We roll down into the bedroll, kissing and nipping and laughing. Jack reaches for the jar and I know it's time. He primes me, pumping a couple of times but little foreplay is called for. I'm easy for him.

He is so gentle. To prepare me, he greases his fingers and slides them up and down the crack of my ass, spreading it wider as he goes. I spread my legs for him, and he inserts a finger into me, wiggling it from side to side. Once I'm used to that, he crooks that finger, and then adds another as soon as I'm comfortable. Eventually he has three fingers inside a me, and crooks them to stretch me, all the while I think how unprepared he and I was the other night. I hope he forgives the pain I caused him.

It is feeling good, I'm getting so hard and still he stretches me and greases me up more and more. One last time, he crooks his fingers and hits a spot that has me light up like a bolt a lightning shot through me. "oh my god!"

"good, huh?" he smiles; he knows what it's like. He is greasing up his cock, talking non-stop to reassure me. He don't need to sell me on this, I'm ready.

When he pulls my hips up, I get in position for him. He places kisses from the nape of my neck down my spine to my ass. I shudder in excitement and then he kneels behind me, and grabs onto my hips. "ready, ennis?"

I nod, and then realize he can't see my head, so I answer, "ready".

He leans over my back, looking for a handhold but I'm naked, so with one hand on my shoulder, and one hand guiding his eager cock, he plunges in, and then backs out quickly. I'm grateful for the grease, that's for sure. "uh!" I say.

"ya okay?" he asks tenderly. "yeh, come on, jack." And he presses in again, more slowly this time. When I feel his thighs against my ass, I know I have all of him. The burn is bright and intense. He has warned me ahead of time that this will be how it starts. Now he begins to slowly rock against me, loosening me and pouring his soothing words over me. In a minute, I'm rocking back into him, and giving a real good push.

He experiments, both hands on my shoulders, then both on my hips. Our best rhythm is accomplished with one hand on my shoulder, and one on my hip. Trouble is, when we get good at it, when the pure pleasure is running through us like wild horses, we can't hold it . . . coming too soon. Want this to last forever, but we can't hold back.

There are fireworks shootin behind my eyelids, every nerve in my body is singing for joy, I'm still throbbing and shooting and all I can think of is "jack, jack, jack!!"

I never want this to end.

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