A Better Idea - Chapter 46
Mother's Day, 1984 – The Day After The Party
Genre: BBM
Pairing: Ennis + Jack 4 Ever
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Chapter 46 The Day After The Mother's Day Party
When Ennis and Jack strolled into the Main Street Cafe at 6:45 the next morning, Mom and Dad were already there, seated at their round table, coffee cups half full. As the couple seated themselves side by side, across from the elder Twists, Mom noticed the stubble burn on Ennis' face, and the sappy smiles on both their faces. She had not a doubt why they were late. For some unknown reason, this thought made her so happy she wasn't sure whether to cry or sing a hymn of praise. She planned to do both when she got to Junior's church later this morning.
That thought reminded her that in her excitement about the party, she forgot to tell Reverend Peterson or Clayton, as he'd asked her to call him, that they would be out of town today and would not be in their usual pew. Oh well, Iris and Walter could explain for her, but she hated being thoughtless to someone who'd been there for her, most recently through John's illness.
In her woman's heart, she had known that Reverend Peterson had a crush on her for years, and she was so relieved that he'd finally found someone suitable. Clayton was a good and loving man; he didn't deserve to be a widower living alone for years on end. Claire sighed contentedly and brought her mind back to the table, and her own gentlemen.
The Cafe's morning staff did not include Brenda, but Seth was good and efficient too, arriving momentarily with two mugs and a pot of coffee in his hands. He took Jack's and Ennis' breakfast order, and left them to go put it with the other two, so the food would all come out at the same time. In a moment he was back, heating up their coffee and bringing glasses of water.
Mom covered Ennis' hand on the table, and thanked him again for the party, the surprise, and all those people he brought in to help them celebrate. He shifted in his seat, shook his head, and said "No, That was nothing. You deserve much more than that, Mom."
John and Jack agreed, nodding their heads, thinking where they would be if not for her, for her love and support. "Yup" said John.
"I'm just glad to know you liked the party, and the surprise. So we'll do something again someday when you least expect it. Ennis grinned and Claire cupped the side of his face. "What am I gonna do with you, son?" Just then, Seth showed up with a tray almost as big as their table. He passed around the eggs, hot cakes, biscuits and gravy, ham and bacon, serving each dish to the right person. He heated up their mugs of coffee and left them to enjoy their breakfast.
Ennis and Jack found they were starved. Had only eaten half a meal the night before due to the unfortunate timing of Herman's tirade. A sadness hovered over Ennis, thinking of how he'd gone through most of his life with so few friends. Each true friend is a precious gift. It's painful to lose one, and especially one he'd cared about for such a long time. He made up his mind to call Herman before leaving Riverton. Didn't matter whether it would be welcomed or not, he was gonna face it, and try to save this friendship.
"Thought we might find you here!" Four heads turned toward the door of the little diner, The speaker was Lureen, who was making her entrance the way she always did; she strolled in as if she owned the place, or was the star of their show. She was striking in jeans and a red long sleeved shirt, black boots and a red and black scarf. Her hair was pulled up into an attractive twist on the back of her head, held in place by an ornate Spanish style black comb. No doubt about it, this woman has a presence about her. There were not many early morning patrons in the Café, but those who were there, paused with their mouth open and their fork half way to its destination taking in this vision. A vision unlike any seen in this quiet town since . . . well, since ever.
Following in her wake are: Drew, Bruce, Irene and Bobby. Seth recognized the situation; he jumped to attention to bring chairs and menus for the newcomers. Their round table accommodated all the newcomers, but it was definitely a tight squeeze.
When Jenny, Junior and Kurt walked in, Bobby excused himself to sit with the young crowd, giving the parental table some breathing room. Soon the noise level in the Café rose to unparalleled heights.
Lureen's party had fully intended to say their good-byes and get an early start on the road south. It was the baker's fault that when they walked in, the place smelled so delicious; like the fresh cinnamon rolls coming out of the oven right then; they silently voted to stay and eat. It was unamimous.
Kurt and Bobby were arguing companionably about the relative height, age and beauty of the mountains of Wyoming versus those of Colorado. Bobby finally conceded to Kurt's point of view by saying "What do I know about mountains? Most of my life was spent in flat ol' Childress, Texas. Every one of these mountains just blows me away. I don't ever want to live out of sight of a mountain again."
Junior and Jenny paused in their wedding discussion long enough to over hear Bobby's last comment. Jenny took a virtual pen to her mental list, and wrote "check!". She studied the table top, and her orange juice glass but couldn't keep the smile from flaming across her cheeks. Bobby bent down and looked up into her hidden face. "Whut?" he said. She just shook her head "no" that she wasn't going to say what she was thinking about, but she gently rammed her shoulder into his. He knew it wouldn't do any good to cajole her, so he let it drop, but he had a feeling it was something good. And it was about him. Tentatively, he reached over and linked their fingers. He didn't relinquish her hand until their breakfasts arrived.
"The bridesmaid dresses will be ready by next Wednesday, the flowers and cake are on order, and confirmed. The invitations were mailed out a month ago. The church and fellowship hall have been reserved for six months now. So, are you ready with your music, Jen?" asked Junior.
"I am, but I'd really like to run through a few of the songs with you, Jr."
"How's today after church sound?" Junior looked at Kurt, Jenny and Bobby. So it was agreed, but Bobby had to leave with his dads and his grandparents at some point today, so he asked that they do it as early as possible. He'd like to be there to hear Jenny sing, even if it was just practice."
Ennis and Jack loaded the luggage and gifts from Mom and Dad's room into the truck in anticipation of spending some Quality Time with each other before check out time at 11:00 a.m. They covered everything with a tarp and lashed it down. "Come on," said Jack, "I got an appointment with my cowboy."
The folks were with the young people, waiting for the church service to begin while viewing the layout of the church, color pictures of the flower arrangements they'd chosen, and fabric samples of the bridesmaids dress. Kurt admitted to John that he had only one regret marrying his Junior.
"Oh? Only one?" chided John.
"Yup, gotta get trussed up in a rented tuxedo. I'll look like I'm getting buried, 'stead of married!"
John laughed, he knew the feelin'. He thought he might get off easy; just wear some nice slacks, a decent sports jacket and a tie. Unless Claire dictated that he wear a suit, of course. Women sure seemed to like to get dressed up, and it usually had something to do with church, he noted. Not that he was complainin'. Whatever his Clairy wanted, she was gonna get – 'bout time too!
While all the decisions and show 'n tell were going on at the church, Ennis and Jack were finishing packing their own stuff. The clock radio next to the bed said "8:57" indicating that they only had two hours together in this room, before it was time to check out and leave town. Jack was sitting on the bed pulling off his boots when he looked up at Ennis and asked "Shower Before or After?"
Ennis laughed. "Have you seen this face o'mine this morning? You need to soften your beard in the shower, then shave. Then when we are driving home all closed up in the truck with the folks, we might not want to smell like we'd been rutting all morning."
"Ah, best smell ever, Cowboy."
"Agreed. How'dya think your mama will like that smell?"
"So, the answer is Both, right?"
"Right."
"Aw, did I wuff up your tender wittle face . . ."
A tentative knock sounded three times on their door.
"We expectin' anybody, Ennis?"
Ennis silently shook his head 'no', as he pulled the curtain aside to see who their visitor might be. In a flash, Ennis turned and scanned the room for anything that might cause embarrassment. There was no lube on the night stand, no underwear flung hither and yon . . . all that had sure enough been there earlier, but was now stowed away. Unlocking the door, he told Jack, "it's Herman."
Ennis opened the door as wide as it would go and stood solidly and unsmiling in the middle of the opening.
"Herman?"
"Ennis, I must talk to you, will you allow me?"
Ennis stood back and waved the older gentleman into their room. The newcomer immediately fixed his eyes on one messy bed, and one neatly made bed. He took in Jack at a glance and saw two boots flung haphazardly on the floor, and Jack sitting on the bed holding one limp sock. The other was still on his left foot.
It was a very intimate scene he'd walked in on, and Herman was aware that Jack was not dressing, just the opposite. He could feel his blood pressure rising, and his face flushing once again. He turned and fled the room.
Herman stood out in the parking lot and called, "Ennis can I speak with you privately, please?"
Ennis walked out to his friend, and put his hand on his shoulder. "Sure 'nuff you can speak with me, Herman. Matter a fact, I was gonna call you before we left town today."
"I'm glad you are giving me another chance, Ennis."
"Yes, everybody needs a second chance sometimes, Herman. Even me. Even you. But I'll tell you this, if ya can't respect my life as it is now, we don't have nothin' ta say ta each other. I'm with Jack, and anything you wanta say to me, you can say in fronta him." With that declaration hanging between them there in the parking lot, Ennis watched for an appropriate response from Mr. Stodemeir. When nothing was forthcoming, Ennis turned his back and began to walk into the motel room.
"Ennis, please!"
He did not turn around to face the man, but stopped, looked over his shoulder a bit and said in a conciliatory tone "We'll be back next month for my daughter's weddin'. You think it over. You still wanta talk to us then, we'll make sure you get time to do just that." He walked into the room, closed the door firmly and locked it. Ennis pulled and tugged on the door – not liking the flimsyness of the lockset, he also chained it. 'Jack 'n me are gonna have some time alone if I have to push the dresser in fronta this goddamn door.'
The clock radio now said "9:08".
Ennis quickly stripped and joined Jack in the shower. He poured shampoo into his hands and rubbed up a good lather which he placed on Jack's head and face where he sculpted a mongo beard. He laughed at his creation, then made a beard on his own face in white creamy lather. Ennis put a dollop of lather on Jack's nose and proceeded to give him an Eskimo kiss. Their play turned hot fast, and to save time, Ennis twirled Jack around under the shower head to rinse him off, then shoved him out of the tub. Jack quickly shaved and brushed his teeth. Ennis, by then, was beside him doing the same.
They pulled back the covers of the neat bed and climbed in, damp and ready for some lovin'. Ennis rubbed his face against Jack's, kissed the corner of his mouth and moved up to his ear, nibbling, and down to where his jaw connects to his neck. Jack's eyes were closed, but his hands were busy, pulling Ennis' length fully on top of him. As soon as their dicks were lined up side by side neither man could concentrate, their bodies took over by memory and instinct. Sliding together made both harden and begin to drip on Jack's stomach. Ennis loved it, he reached between them and ran his fingers through that natural lube. He slid his hand down to caress the cleft of Jack's ass, but laying on him as he was, he had him pinned down. Ennis rolled himself and Jack sideways so they were on their sides facing each other, then his hand had easy access to the entry he was aiming for, hungering for.
Jack lifted his leg to give Ennis more room. On this day, Ennis could not wait to love Jack's ass, he bent down, pulling Jack's leg up more so he could kiss and lick around the pucker that was just for him. "Oh baby" Jack moaned.
With the saliva running freely and the pre-cum from his fingers, Ennis had Jack prepared for him. But even if he hadn't been slick enough, Jack's moans were urging Ennis to hurry. Ennis was growling, sounded like he was saying "mine, mine". He kept Jack on his side and slid a finger in, then two. Curling those fingers slightly, Ennis found the spot he wanted, the spot Jack needed.
Ennis pulled Jack's leg up over his right shoulder. He was able to bend down and take Jack's hot cock in his mouth, while still probing his prostate. Jack was out of his mind with sensations, not knowing where he was nor what felt the best. Ennis sucked Jack while taking both his balls in his left hand and tugging them just a bit, his right hand still hitting the mark inside of Jack.
Jack was on sensual overload, and his cry "Ennisss! Oh God!" presaged the orgasm of the century, he would later claim. When Jack was sucked dry and Ennis' hands were doing nothing more than caressing Jack's butt and stomach, he entered his man and came just as hard. All it took were three pelvis pounding thrusts before he was shooting his seed and his love deeply into Jack Twist, in celebration of all that had come before. Ennis' shout "Jack, Fuck! Sonofabitch!" could be heard in the next county, or at least out to the motel parking lot.
Jack's leg was shaking and numb from being up in the air so long. Ennis gently slid out of Jack and laid it down straight on the bed before collapsing on his lover. He wrapped his arms around Jack, enfolding his world and while dripping sweat on those motel pillow cases, he murmured tiredly, "Jesus Christ, how I love you."
Jack revived enough to hear those words. He took Ennis' face in his hands and gently, lovingly kissed his swollen mouth, his nose, his eyes. Then Jack opened his own eyes. "Ennis, I have to tell you this, my love. It's TEN FUCKIN FORTY EIGHT!"
Soap and water flew around that shower. Both men came out clean as a whistle, a whistle which would surely pass muster with mama's sensitive nose.
They checked out at 10:59:38.
Laughing, they drove to the church to pick everyone up and get some lunch before leaving for Lightning Flat.
Before hitting the road, everyone had stayed to hear Jenny sing the songs she'd prepared and arranged for her sister's wedding. During the run through of the last song, "You're My Everything", Jenny and Bobby were trying not to be obvious about casting glances at each other, but it wasn't working very well. Junior and Kurt didn't notice a thing though, they sat in the front pew holding hands and breathing shakily. This song was the one they picked together to start their life together. It was almost here; soon they would be married. Finally.
Jack drove first, leaving Riverton, Wyoming behind them for awhile. They'd be back soon, all of them. Ennis was tired from all the detailed party preparations, the joy of the party itself, all the adrenaline rushing through his bloodstream when Herman went berserk on them, and of course from his morning of intense lovemaking with Jack, his beautiful Jack.
Mom, dad and Bobby were murmuring in the back seat. They were kind of groggy too but had so much to talk about, they couldn't bring themselves to doze away this overcast afternoon. They lounged quietly.
Jack felt like he was the only person in the truck, everyone else was so quietly dozy. He daydreamed about the last couple of hours at the Jackpine Motel. Ennis had dispatched Herman with a firm cold shoulder, Jack was proud of him.
Then they quickly prepared for their alone time. Jack loved shower sex as much as anyone. But Ennis would not be deterred today, shoved him right out of the tub, he did. Jack tried to remember just how he had gotten - or rather how Ennis had gotten him – into that position. He never would have thought about laying sideways like that, but holy mother mc greavey . . that was some hot shit. Gonna have to remember that one, yessireebob. He'd love to get Ennis like that, love on his ass, fondle his balls, suck him, all at the same time.
Jesus, he could feel his cock harden and swell, his jeans were strangling him. Jack thought 'Need to rearrange myself a bit. Coming into Gillette, hope to hit a red light so I can . . .ah, thank god.'
Ennis peeped out of one eye, "What're you doin' over there, bud? You got a problem?" he smirked mightily.
"Just never you mind, dumbass."
Several minutes later, Ennis was still sitting quietly on his side of the truck.
"What's on your mind, Ennis? Why so quiet?"
"Thinking about all the family we had at the party. How nice that was."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I can't help feeling sorry that I haven't made an attempt to keep in touch with my side of the family, Jack."
"How you figger that? We had Alma 'n Monroe and their kids, Junior and Kurt, Jenny. . They're your side of the family"
"True."
"So what is it really, Ennis?"
"Herman hurt my feelings, Jack. I been his friend a long, long time and I'm useta him likin' me and givin' me respect for all my hard work, for bein' the best hand he's ever had. And just for being me, an honest good man. That really hurt me, how he went off all crazy-like at the party. And lookin at us like we was just somethin gooey he'd scraped off the bottom of his work boots."
"Yeah, I bet it really did, Cowboy. So what're you plannin' ta do about it?"
"Well, Jack, I been settin here thinkin on that. I wanta invite K.E. ta Junior's weddin'. Yeah, and my sister Maggie, too. What'dya think?"
Tbc