Title: A Better Idea
Genre: BBM a/u
Disclaimer: Main characters belong to Annie Proulx, the rest are mine
Warning: Alert - Het Sex - Alert
Summary: After the "I wish I knew how to quit you" argument at the trailhead in 1983, Ennis and Jack indeed have a better idea.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to Heath Ledger
Feedback: Yes, I love it. I hope my story brings you peace.
A Better Idea - 54 LJ - 57 FF
The thing is, it wasn't Branch's fault. Mostly not, anyway. He had climbed up on a chair and taken the grape kool-aid out of the refrigerator, sure. But his cousin Rose had spilled it on Gran's couch. Both kids ran to the kitchen to grab towels or whatever they could find to clean up the mess before Gran came in from weeding her vegetable garden.
The beverage wiped right up, staining the towels purple. What they didn't know was the family room furniture had been treated with Scotch-Guard before it was even delivered to the house in Loveland. The kids just knew they were in deep trouble, as they pulled a chair up to the kitchen sink to be able to reach the faucets and rinse the grape drink stains out of the dish towels.
They were supposed to have been taking a nap. But Rose would be six on her next birthday, and Branch was almost four. It was their considered opinion that they were much too old for naps. Naps are for babies, after all. Babies like the 3 month old twins, Luke and Amy.
After rinsing the towels and wringing them out, Rose and Branch carefully arranged them on Gran's drying rack before hurrying off to take that nap.
At Jenny and Bobby's wedding two weeks ago, Branch and Rose had been questioned about their status as ring bearer and flower girl, and what was their relationship to the bride and groom? The boy carefully explained again, "Jenny is my sister, and Bobby is my brother."
Rose merely nodded, "And they're both my cousins."
When the questioner looked confused, and they always seemed to, Branch gave his stock answer; "ya ever hear a the Brady Bunch? Like that!" He did not know what the Brady Bunch was, but he'd heard his dads describe their blended family one time, saying "Yep, we're like the Brady Bunch, for sure!"
It must be good because everyone smiled and nodded their head when he said it.
Ten minutes later, Gran came in from the garden ready for a cold glass of iced tea. She spied the towels on the rack, and then the purple steaks across the counter top. It didn't take her more than two seconds to scope out all that had gone on.
She took a clean, soapy sponge and wiped down the sticky couch, dried it off and then went to find her mischievous grandchildren. When she peaked into the bedroom that Branch always used when staying with her, she found them just exactly where they were supposed to have been for the past hour.
They were asleep now, both of their heads on the same pillow. 'My little angels' she thought to herself, as she walked, chuckling, over to her reading chair. Claire got through seven pages or so of her newest book, drank half of her iced tea before she too, fell fast asleep.
"Gimme a hand, Cowboy?"
"Sure thing." smiled Ennis, and he began to applaud.
"Oh, you're a riot Del Mar! This is heavy, come on!"
"You really need my help?"
"Yes, dumbass, or I wouldn't have asked for it!"
Ennis approached Jack, lowered his eyes seductively, and bit Jack on his bottom lip. "Mmmm, I love me some bitchin Jack Twist, yes, I do."
"Yer sense a timin sucks, Ennis! You gonna help me or not?!"
"Nope, not till you gimme a kiss, and ask me real sweet."
"Oh, wait till I get my hands on you!"
"Promises, promises." crooned Ennis.
Jack set the end of the cedar chest down, and approached Ennis, sighing loudly. "Oh, the things I gotta do ta get some co-operation around here!" he mocked.
Jack pecked a tiny kiss on Ennis' cheek, and said "Okay, let's get this moved . . . please."
Ennis folded his arms across his chest. "Ya call that a kiss??"
"OH, now my kisses ain't good enough?!"
"Not by half."
"Guess ya better show me then, big boy."
Jack didn't have to invite Ennis twice. He strode to his man's side and took him in strong arms. He bent Jack backwards and theatrically planted a man-sized kiss on his mouth – with major tongue!
Bobby and Jenny were carrying boxes and clothes into the house and up the stairs when they spied the two clinched in a passionate kiss in the living room. They smiled. How could they not? Bobby yelled out "get a room, you two!"
After they caught their breath, and ignoring the children, Ennis said "You need some help, darlin?"
"Why yes, thank you, sweetheart."
"Anytime." And Ennis' brown eyes twinkled into Jack's blues."
They got that cedar chest moved up the stairs and into the kids' bedroom in no time.
Maggie reached into the tub of ice, beers and cokes. She pulled out drinks for herself and Dolph; Daniel and Rebecca could fend for themselves.
The adults in the family had pitched in to get Jenny and Bobby moved into their newly rented house close to the animal hospital where Bobby's residency was set to begin next week.
After the wedding, the bride and groom had taken off for two weeks of much needed downtime, and alone time. Rested and refreshed, they were very happy to be beginning their married life here in Greeley, and happy to have their family here, helping them get set-up.
Neither of the mothers were here, however.
Alma was at home in Riverton caring for Luke and Amy, Junior and Kurt's twins. Monroe was a surprising ally and a much needed set of hands. He was as good at changing and feeding babies as Alma was, and they made a great team. They were enjoying being first time grand parents together!
Lureen and her husband, Drew, had come by while the couple was on their honeymoon. They painted the master bedroom and the living room as a surprise for Jenny and Bobby. Today they were on the first leg of a flight to London, Dublin and Edinburgh. Drew was still a commercial pilot, but thinking of settling down, maybe getting into administration so he could be home with his lovely wife more often.
Junior and Kurt had their lunch of pizza and soft drinks along with the family. They had both declined beers, and had looked at their watches several times. "Somethin tells me you're headin out soon." said Ennis.
Junior smiled. "Yeah, daddy. I miss the babies, and so does Kurt. We got a six hour drive ahead a us, so we need to be goin pretty soon."
Nodding his head, Ennis said "I know how it is."
"Yeah, mama and Monroe said not to worry, to stay another night if we wanted to, but we just want to hold the twins. Ya don't think we are bein silly, do ya?"
"Silly as any new parent, darlin. Been there, done that. So I completely understand. You take care of yourselves and call as soon as you get home so we know you are okay."
Jack walked over and put his arm around Ennis' waist; he'd noticed the body language too, and wanted to say goodbye to Junior and Kurt. He'd seen how anxious they were to get back.
Jenny and Bobby hugged Junior and Kurt and thanked them for all their help moving. As they put the last few items in the car, Junior said to everyone in general, "Bye, come see us. Tell Gran and Poppa we'll see them soon." And they drove off, heading north to see their babies.
Two hours later, everyone seemed satisfied that the furniture, clothing, books, kitchen items and personal belongings were moved in and set up as best they could in the rooms they were destined for. The newlyweds would have to fine tune it all.
They all began to pack their own belongings into vehicles to head back home.
"Know you'll be busy, but try to come for supper on Sunday, hear?" Ennis said to Bobby and Jenny as he hugged them goodbye.
Jack kissed Jenny, hugged Bobby and smiled at them as he said "You're on your own. Know you can handle it! We gotta git, Maggie and Dolph are having withdrawal pains for Rose."
"And us for Branch!" chimed in Ennis. "Oh, don't forget your first supper is in your fridge, just re-heat it. Gran wanted to be sure you didn't have to cook tonight.
At last the newlyweds were alone in their own home.
The boxes sitting all over their house didn't deter them. Bobby cleared the clutter off the dining table that his Gramma Newsome had given them. It was the same little oak plank table she'd shared with her new family when Lureen was learning to sit at the table with her parents and eat with a fork, like a big girl. It was a sentimental gift, to be sure.
Jenny had Gran's meal heating in the oven, and she got out the drinks, put ice in the glasses, and began to set the table.
"Bobby, where's our set a dishes aunt Iris 'n uncle Walter gave us for our wedding? Is that the blue box over there?"
Bob found the dishes, and scrounged around till he came up with the set of cutlery that Ennis had given them. They had registered for it, so the pattern was to their liking. He washed all the new stuff in hot soapy water, dried them and then put them in their assigned places. Did they need a table cloth, he wondered?
Jenny dug into a box she had kept aside for this important occasion; their first meal in the first home together. She had sparkling glass candlestick holders and gleaming white candles. Alma had given them to her at her very first wedding shower.
Bobby turned off the oven, and set the casserole and side dishes on the range top to let them cool a minute.
Jenny lit the candles, turned out the overhead light, and decided that the scene was set perfectly for this important occasion. Just then, her husband was behind her, grasping her hips and pulling her back against himself. He rubbed into her, Jenny turned to and took him in her arms, pressing herself into him. "Been waitin all day for this! For everyone to leave."
He kissed her neck, making her weak with desire, so much so that her knees gave way. He lifted her in his arms and carried her up the stairs. All the way up the staircase, each step was made more difficult because Jenny was pulling on him, unbuttoning his shirt, wriggling here and there to get at his skin.
They fell together onto the bed, the brand new bed. "Wait!" she cried, hopping up and pulling the new satin bedspread, the new percale top sheet, and anything else that got in her way, right off the bed and threw them on the floor. Bobby was stunned, this was his wife and she was like a tiger!
He pulled his tee shirt off over his head, and kicked off his shoes. "C'mere Tiger!" She leapt on him and unbuckled his belt, and started on his pants.
He fumbled with her clothes too, she was wearing bermuda shorts and a top.
When they were both naked except for her bra, he reached behind her to unhook it, one handed. He wasn't making much headway, when she said "here, let me." And she reached behind her and unhooked it as she had all her grown up years. Her full breasts were magnetic to his eyes and hands.
They stopped breathing. Just taking each other in was erotic enough, they were both wet and ready. Jenny pushed him down on the bed, and straddled him. Her goal was to ride him, impale herself on him, but without much practice, her aim wasn't that good. She had to grab hold of him and find where to insert him. When she had him fully inside of her, she clenched her muscular walls around him, driving him crazy. She pushed up with her ankles and lower legs, and thrust her butt downward, over and over in a heated frenzy. Neither of them could last with this going on. They came, screaming loving and lustful words into the air of their new bedroom. The sweat they had generated made it difficult for her to stay up on her perch, they lay down and held each other till they became coherent enough to speak again.
Within ten minutes, she felt his cock nudge her thigh, and she turned towards him and smiled. "And they say I'm insatiable!"
"Who says you're insatiable?!" he said with a wicked grin.
She smiled nysteriously, and he nibbled the side of her mouth, then her ear, and down to her breasts. He suckled gently while exploring elsewhere with his fingers. Bobby was in a place mentally, that he'd never been before. Her scent was all over him and around him. Without a thought, his body slid lower in the bed until he found her warmth, he pressed his face into her, stuck his tongue out seeking the nucleus of her womanhood.
He breathed her in more, and reached for her breasts with both hands, cupping them, and fondling them, while he delved into her folds with his hot, wet, mouth, licking and sucking. The moans and noises that were coming from his wife, his tiger, were driving him to the brink. He took his face away and asked "am I hurting you?"
She pushed her pelvis higher, towards his mouth, and said "no, don't stop, don't stop." She had heard about this loving with the mouth, one person to another, but couldn't imagine that it would be something she would ever do or ever allow. But at this moment, she never wanted him to stop. And she realized, she wanted to do it to him too. Wanted to taste him, suck him, make him scream with pleasure.
Before it was too late, she pulled away from him. Not knowing how to ask for what she wanted, she said, "can you move around here? Let me get 'hold of you too?"
Bobby feared that he was misunderstanding her. Surely, she didn't want to suck him? Is that what she meant? He began to move and watched for clues as to what she wanted. His head was still spinning, so he could be imagining things. When he got nearly into position, she reached over and pulled him to her, pulled his cock near her mouth and tentatively licked the dripping head. She licked up the shaft and down the other side, and was beginning to warm to this idea greatly.
She lay flat on the bed and took him in lengthwise, but began gagging and choking.
"Ya alright, Jenny?"
"You just get back to what you were doing, Mister, let me figure this out on my own, okay?"
He chuckled, and once again sought her warm folds, teasing her nub with his tongue, and then sucking. As he got into it again, his mouth was full of his own juices and hers, and he could suddenly feel her tightening up, pushing up toward him, and beginning to tremble like an earthquake was about to hit.
He was taken by surprise when she began sucking him in earnest, and when he put his fingers inside of her, she clenched on them with grand waves and tremors. They both came with exhultant, exhilarating, and mind-blowing orgasms. Never knew this . . . was . . oh my god. This was . . . uh omg, I can't talk.
"I'm a wet noodle."
"Me too."
"Thought you were my Tiger."
"Okay, sexy man, I'm your wet Tiger noodle."
Three hours later, they had napped, revived, explored and fucked again and napped again. They woke up starving!
They pulled on comfy sleep clothes, and in bare feet they walked down the stairs to discover they'd forgotten in their haste and lust to put out the candles. There were two blobs of white wax stuck to Gramma Newsome's table.
In the kitchen, the congealed food was still sitting on the stove top, and they got plates and scooped it out cold. They carried their plates and drinks upstairs and sat on the bed, indian style, knees to knees, and ate the most delicious meal they'd ever put in their mouths.
"I ain't complainin, mind you, but where was this tiger when we was on our honeymoon?"
"Don't know. I was totally exhausted from the wedding preparations, and work has been hectic. Besides, there were people on both sides of our hotel room. I felt more touristy or something. Being in our own home has allowed me the freedom to be passionate."
"I love this new you, Mrs. Twist."
"Likewise, Mr. Twist."
"That'll soon be Doctor Twist, to you!"
"You're right! Doc Twist it is."
"Want some coffee, Tiger? I'll take our plates downstairs."
"Okay, I'll take some coffee. And, um, check to see if that whipped cream is still in the fridge."
Bobby blushed as he scolded "Jenny Del Mar!!!"
"Nobody here by that name; it's Tiger Twist from now on, doc!!"
Tbc~.