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Disclaimer: I do not own "Brokeback Mountain." Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar and their families are the creation of Annie Proulx and remain her property. This story has no commercial purpose whatsoever, and I intend no infringement of her copyright.

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(Friday day/early evening, camp)
�Didn�t know we was goin� ta get into this again ��.
It�s dawn at the Siesta Motel, pink sky, but damp outside after a windy night of rain and hail. The room is dark and warm, redolent of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, familiar, comforting smells for the two men who are wrapped up in the sheets and each other, sound asleep. They face one another, and their morning erections almost touch.
The hail � the hail had come horizontal at the window and door. Jack and Ennis had thought the stones were going to shatter the dusty window � what the hell, it needed a good washing anyway. The storm took the two back to that afternoon on Brokeback when they had clutched each other�they really were afraid, weren�t they?�during a sudden hailstorm. The adversity made them want each other even more, and they made love madly like at the motel here, except back then they had only a woefully unstable tent. It nonetheless did all that it needed to do�shelter two horny nineteen-year-olds who were very much in love and couldn�t sit out a storm, couldn�t be that close to one another without doing something about it.
Didn�t have to worry about sheep this time, though, just about keeping each other safe and warm. For the moment. Didn�t want to think about tomorrow. Their kisses had gotten drowsier and drowsier as they fell asleep in a deep hug, intoxicated by whiskey and the scent of each other.
*
The sun creeps over the mountains, setting in motion the workings for a wonderful late spring day, warm and clear.
Ennis begins to wake up, feels a pit in his stomach, realizes he really doesn�t want to face this day. His hard-on dwindles with his wakefulness. Oh jesus christ, I got ta say goodbye ta Jack today � this mornin� probably. Fuckin� got ta get back ta Alma an� the girls. Already goin� ta be late for work as it is � shit. Jesus � feel like I�m goin� ta be sick � oh, not again, no, can�t do that again.
An� look at him sleepin� there like a baby. Jack, don�t none a this bother ya? Ain�t ya feelin� bad �bout sayin� goodbye again? I don�t want ta let ya go. Can�t let ya go. But I got ta, so what the fuck am I goin� ta do? � Don�t wake up, Jack, don�t. How �bout I just watch ya sleepin� like that, won�t never have ta leave this room. Why can�t it be that easy, Jack? Fuck, guess ya better wake up after all, help me figure out how ta fuckin� deal with all this. Drag me back home � kickin� an� screamin�, I suppose. Home � where I belong, ain�t it?
*
Ennis reaches for a cigarette, lights it, leans back against the headboard. Waits for the queasiness to go away. The whisps of smoke drift over Jack as he snores lightly, rolls over on to his back. His dreams finally slip away, too, and he begins to wake with a languid stretch of his lean body.
Jesus christ! Ennis thinks. Guy is fuckin� beautiful, ain�t he? Don�t matter if he�s sleepin� or not, does it? If I ain�t lookin� deep into them blue eyes makin� me melt ever� time, I�m watchin� his dreams flickerin� like behind them eyelids, behind them long, curly eyelashes.
God � ain�t he like a girl, though? Like � well, like how he makes me look at him. Well, fuck me, he sure ain�t no girl, but � but � I look at him like I ought ta be lookin� at Alma. Just don�t make no sense, me bein� able ta look at Jack that way, an� I try ta look at Alma that way an� � well, it fuckin� just don�t work the same, ain�t no two ways �bout it.
Jack, let me look at ya real good here, got ta remember your body. Stretchin� like that an� all. All�s I can do is jerk off thinkin� �bout ya, buddy, but now at least it�s kind a like havin� a newer photograph. Your face, Jack, your chest � love that soft hair covers your chest � yeah, love the weirdest things �bout ya, Jack. What the fuck am I doin� thinkin� �bout the hair on your chest? Lots a guys got that. Then look at your, uh, nipples. Don�t know why guys got �em in the first place, except they�re connected right ta your dick, come in handy when we�re foolin� around, that�s for sure. So kind a makes sense.
Your big arms � nice � real nice an� strong. Alma, ya know, she means well, but she just can�t hold me like ya can, Jack. She kind a wraps herself around my neck an� all with those pretty little arms a hers, but ain�t no way for me ta feel like I do here, almost like I�m bein� � well, like I�m bein� protected, that�s it. Ya know what I mean, Jack, not that I�m scared or nothin�, just that those arms a yours can hold me real tight. I need that sometimes, Jack, an� ain�t no other place for me ta get it, ya know. Bet ya like that too, don�t ya, that sometimes I can damn near squeeze ya ta death.
When ya stretch like that, I can see your armpits, Jack. Armpits � I like �em! That�s damn weird, ain�t it�must be some kind a pervert even thinkin� �bout somethin� like armpits. Somethin� wrong with me for sure. Hell, it�s just that bit a hair there, an� you�re damn ticklish under there too, guess it�s kind of a special spot, ain�t it, Jack? Just between you an� me, I bet, �cause I can�t think no one else cares �bout under their arms.
Ennis sighs. So much to take in, so much to remember! After all, how much has he forgotten in four years? It�s one thing to have most of a summer to watch someone, take in their every move, and another to have not even a day. He supposes that�s all he�s got, anyway.
He continues to gaze at the other man. Look at that dick just stickin� up out a that pretty bunch a curls there � what the hell ya dreamin� �bout, Jack, make that happen when you�re sleepin�? Well, shit, guess that happens ta me, too, don�t it, wakin� up ever� mornin� with a boner since I was thirteen? Don�t remember why, though. Too bad, must be a lot a fun, them dirty dreams!
*
Enticed by the cigarette smoke, Jack rolls over and opens his eyes. �Mornin�, big fella,� he croaks out to Ennis with a lazy smile as he scratches his balls. The look Jack receives is one of loss. Oh, Ennis � Ennis, Jack thinks. Ya been thinkin� �bout somethin� already, ain�t ya? Goddamn it, knew I should a got up earlier �n him.
Ennis doesn�t know what to say to Jack�s greeting. Start with a goodbye, forget the kiss? What? He�s never had an affair, never cheated on Alma. He doesn�t feel guilty in the slightest�what happened had to happen. He�s damned unhappy with his dilemma, but he knows nature when he sees it, when he feels it. So that was that, and now what? What the fuck do you do when it all comes to an end?
Ya just go back ta doin� what ya was doin�, don�t ya?
*
�What the hell�s botherin� ya, Ennis? Too early in the mornin� for such a face, ain�t it?� Jack asks carefully, his voice still thick with sleep.
�Jack, ya know, here we are, just like ol� times, ain�t it? An� � an� I got ta � I got ta let ya go � an� damn it, Jack, I don�t know how! Simple as that. I�m thinkin� must be easier for you, don�t know how, but looks like you ain�t havin� such a hard time.� Ennis swallows hard, tries to control his emotions, which are so mixed. Here is the man who has returned to fuck up his life, the man whom he can�t live without, the man who is going to leave him again � the thought makes Ennis physically ill � the very man he needs to help him figure out what to do about it all.
Jack props himself up on a pillow, reaches for a cigarette, leans over to get a light from Ennis. Begins to smoke deliberately, thoughtfully. One step at a time, got ta do this a step at a time, Jack thinks. Get him out there where we don�t have ta worry �bout no disturbances or people lookin� at us or nothin�. Ain�t got time ta worry �bout nothin� interruptin� what needs ta be done between the two a us.
�Ennis, swear ta god I didn�t know we was goin� ta get into this again.� Ennis gives him a look. �Okay � hell yeah, I did. Why I�m here, Ennis, I fuckin� knew it. Redlined all the way. Couldn�t get here fast enough. Had ta get ya back in my life, friend, that�s how bad it was gettin�.�
Ennis reconsiders. Well, don�t sound like he�s goin� ta have an easy time of it after all, does it? He�s got somethin� in mind, �cause Jack just don�t get caught up in these things the way I do sometimes. Hope we get ta it sooner rather than later. Got ta get home, after all. Can�t wait ta see how he thinks this is goin� ta work out.
�How �bout you, Ennis? Was ya waitin� for me ta show up, glad ta see me? Seems so, got ta say so myself, jumpin� all over me like ya did! Ain�t complainin�, no sir.�
�Ya know, Jack, I was sittin� up here all that time tryin� ta figure out if I was�? I know I ain�t. I mean here we both got wives an� kids, right? I like doin� it with Alma, she�s okay, but goddamn, ain�t nothin� like this. She�s like � so little an� delicate an� all, like some little doll I don�t want ta break. An� she don�t like it when I do it from behind. Ain�t no way I�m askin� her ta do those other kinds a things � ya know, some a those other things we did up on that mountain. Jesus christ, can�t imagine what she�d think if she knew � well, ya know. Course she ain�t got all the right parts for some a that shit anyways.�
�Got ta tell ya, Jack, never had no thoughts a doin� it with another guy except I sure wrang it out a hundred times thinkin� �bout you. I know ya got your wife an� all, but do ya � do ya do it with other guys? Jack?� Shit, can�t believe I�m askin� him this, like he would ever get queer with other guys. I know it�s just me an� him, always has been. But fuck, what if he says yeah? What if? I�d have ta deck the motherfucker, hurt him real bad so he don�t forget how special it got ta be with the two a us, ain�t no two ways about it. That�s weird, though � I kind a like the idea a him an� other guys � doin� just some stuff, maybe, not like the most lovin� things we do. Thinkin� I wouldn�t mind watchin��.Fuck, no call for me ta be thinkin� these things, like Jack�s a � like Jack�s a fuckin� queer or somethin�. Jesus christ!
Jack doesn�t look directly at Ennis. Sometimes he thinks his eyes are too clear, that people can see when he�s not telling the truth. I am a fuckin� queer, ain�t I? he thinks. Screwin� Lureen is okay. But them other men, too �. Ennis is the one, I know that damn well. He knows it too, don�t he? I�m crazy in love with the son of a bitch. But them other guys � liked bein� with �em, too, didn�t mind it anyway. Felt good all the same, fuckin� �em like that, them suckin� on my dick like it was a straw.
Savin� my ass for this boy, though, no doubt �bout it. That�s pretty important, ain�t it, far as I�m concerned. Special, lettin� Ennis take me like that. Fuck, makes me hard just thinkin� �bout it! Him inside a me, pushin� back an� forth, heatin� me up inside like he does. An� ain�t never suckin� no other cock besides his, that�s for sure. Hell of a lot a fun watchin� other guys shootin� here, shootin� there when I�m fuckin� �em, but don�t like the idea a eatin� no other jizz �n his, don�t want it if it ain�t comin� out a his big ol� balls. Damn � gettin� real hot in here again! Got ta get a taste a that stuff pretty damn soon. Want ta make this boy feel real good. Bet he still thinks I got a special mouth for suckin� dick � that�s okay, means I�m doin� somethin� right, don�t it?
�Shit no, Ennis. Wouldn�t never do it with no other guy. Ya know that. Old Brokeback got us good an� it sure ain�t over. We got ta work out what the fuck we�re goin� ta do now.� Come on, Ennis, ya didn�t really think I was sayin� goodbye yet, did ya? Got big plans for the two a us � just got ta keep ya away from that apartment is all.
�Don�t reckon there�s much we can do, Jack. All I got time for is workin� ta feed the family,� Ennis says. What are ya sayin�, Jack, we got ta work somethin� out? Ain�t nothin� ta work out here that I can see. It�s back ta work for me, back to Alma an� my little girls, my horses.
Ya can�t just walk out a here, friend, givin� up on what�s best for ya. May have ta work on ya a day or two � no need ta rush, but ya ain�t gettin� away from me this time. �Look, Ennis. Tell ya what � I drove a thousand miles ta pick up where we left off. Ya know, that next summer I gone back there, Joe Aguirre says ta me when I asked �bout ya, �You boys found a way ta make the time pass up there, didn�t ya?� Then I saw his big-ass pair a binoculars.�
Even though it was four years ago, and no harm seems to have come of it, Ennis is alarmed that they might have been observed.
Jack continues, �What say we at least make up for the month that motherfucker Aguirre stole from us! I know he brought us down �cause he seen us with them honkin� binoculars, he did. So I say let�s fuck twice as much as we woulda!�
�Jack � wait, wait, wait. Can�t do this! Got a family ta get back to, take care of � my little girls. Alma, too. Got ta go ta work, Jack. Work? Ever heard a it?� What�s this half-ass idea? He thinks I can just run off whenever I want to?
�Son of a bitch, Ennis, take a couple days off. Right now. Get us out a here. Throw your stuff in the back a my truck and let�s get up in the mountains. Couple a days. Call Alma up an� tell her you�re goin�.� Can�t let him win this one, can I? Got ta get him away from those things holdin� him down.
�Jack. �� He�s serious? He thinks that would be easy, takin� off a few days out a the blue?
�Fuck it, Ennis, just do it already! Just a couple a days � in the mountains, remember the mountains? So goddamn close, Ennis, just a phone call.� Do it, motherfucker, do it!
Shit, this could be the end a my job. So I can spend a couple more days with Jack? But he�s really beggin� me, needs me bad as I need him, don�t he? How the hell am I supposed ta explain that ta Alma? Fuck. �Okay, Jack, just a couple a days here. Comin� up on the weekend, so won�t have ta miss so much work after all. But still � well, jesus, let�s go get my fishin� gear. Don�t know if I told ya, but you�re my fuckin� fishin� buddy, Jack.� Ennis reaches for the phone.
*
It�s still early morning back in Riverton. Alma snoozes at the kitchen table, cup of cold coffee before her. She had vowed to stay awake until Ennis got home, but nodded off well before sunrise, doesn�t wake up until the phone rings.
She�s groggy, tries to orient herself. �You�re doin� what, Ennis? The two a you�s at some bar? Ya had a lot ta drink � Ennis, can�t just take off work like that, can ya? That foreman � he don�t like ya very much anyway, ya know.�
�That foreman,� Ennis replies, �he owes me. Remember I went out there in that blizzard on Christmas ta help out when he needed it? Well, he owes me a fuckin� favor. Just two days, ya know, no big deal. Anyhow, I�ll be home in a bit ta get my fishin� gear.�
Whatever, Ennis, she thinks. She�s relieved to hear from him, desperately wants to get a better sense of Jack Twist, this mysterious fishing buddy who � who her husband was kissing. Wants to see the two of them together again, like in the doorway there yesterday. They both seemed so jumpy, so uncomfortable. Ennis, looking out of place in his own home.
*
As the truck doors slam, Alma bolts upright in her chair. Pushes stray hairs out of her face, hopes her puffy eyes don�t betray last night�s tears. She hears Ennis on the stairs and tries to build a reserve of composure. Nothing to be scared about here, Alma, got ta be a good explanation, it�s goin� ta be some silly reason, ain�t it? Well, he�s back, thank god, an� everthin�s goin� ta be okay, like it always is when he�s around. They had their drinks an� their chattin� an� now we can sit around a bit an� have us a real nice cup a coffee. Bet they�re hungry, maybe make some bacon an� eggs.
Ennis storms through the door, doesn�t notice Alma, who stands as he rushes to find his creel case, reel and rod. She is shocked by his singlemindedness, by his lack of acknowledgment, lack of a kiss. For heaven�s sake, they can�t just run out on me like this, she thinks. �Ennis,� she says pointedly to her husband, �your friend could come inside for a nice cup a coffee. We ain�t poison or nothin�. Got a fresh pot on the stove here.�
�Oh, Jack�s from Texas,� Ennis replies.
Alma looks bewildered. �Texans don�t drink coffee?� She goes to the living room window, looks out at Jack lounging against his truck. This don�t seem right, he doesn�t seem like a rude guy, this Jack fella, maybe I should just holler out the window an� ask him if he wants some coffee. Ennis here don�t seem ta be in his right mind for some reason. Too much drink probably, but he ain�t staggerin� around like he usually does when he�s drunk.
Ennis gives her a look that says, why are ya fuckin� in my way, woman? He throws a few items into his duffel bag, puts his hat on, heads for the door. He stops at the threshold, strides across the room, pecks his astonished wife on the cheek. Lets the door slam on his way out.
The truck peels out of the parking lot. Alma stands there in the living room, facing the window but looking at nothing, tears streaming down her face, still not sure she knows why she is crying.
*
At the campsite, the two are already shirtless on this warm day. Jack takes a piss, notably doesn�t zip up. Ennis� passionate attack last evening at the motel taught Jack not to wear underpants when the other man is around. Well, in any case, the pair of shorts that Ennis got hold of got shredded beyond use, the elastic ripped out and limp.
Jack ostentatiously flashes his rodeo buckle at Ennis, reminding him of the first time Jack flashed that very buckle at him. Jack has other buckles now, but he made sure to pick that one. That first time, it also had been right after he had taken a piss. The campfire had glinted off the shiny brass as Jack paraded before Ennis, encouraging him to look at the souvenir. Ennis had tried to concentrate on the buckle, but Jack hadn�t been wearing underwear, and a few stray drops of piss had worked their way through the denim, showing Ennis exactly where the other man�s cockhead was. Even without that clue, the jeans were tight enough to show off the shaft, too, flaccid though it was. Ennis had swallowed hard, was sure he had turned red. Wouldn�t have been able to describe that buckle if his life had depended on it, and he didn�t know why. He enthused about it nonetheless, chimed in with, �My daddy thought rodeo cowboys was all fuck-ups.�
*
This time around, Ennis says, �Let me see that rodeo buckle a yours, Jack fuckin� Twist. Ain�t never really got a good close-up look at it, ya know!� Jack dances just out of reach like a prizefighter. Ennis lunges in and catches him by the belt, reels him in for a deep, wet kiss.
They wrangle around a bit, bare chest to bare chest, heaving, hands on each other, stroking the traces of hair here and there. Jack�s dark hair, still soft and fine, covers more of his chest now than a few years ago. A little more to that tantalizing trail that disappears right below the top of his jeans. Ennis slips his fingers into the open zipper, and even the lightest touch makes Jack�s cock hard.
Ennis hasn�t changed much, still has a tawny patch down the middle of his chest and swirls of the same around each nipple, below his belly button just a hint of the rich mound of curls at the base of his penis. He�s got some pretty nice muscles in that chest, though, from working long hours, working more than his share, working to help him bear the years without Jack.
�Okay, bullrider,� Ennis says, whipping Jack�s belt right out of the loops and giving the jeans a good yank downward, too. �Looks like your pants is fallin� down, don�t it? Shame on ya, Jack, an� out in public like this! Look at all them critters watchin�! Some of �em�s girls, ya know.�
Goddamn, Ennis is in fine, fine fettle this morning, ain�t he? Jack thinks. Jesus, he had ta burn off one hell of a lot a tension, I guess. Man, he gets cranked. But shit, I needed it pretty bad, too, didn�t I? Yeah, needed it bad as he did, got ta admit it. Need it even badder now we started carryin� on again. Well, we�ll get enough a each other on that ranch, I think. Sure, will be real busy settin� up an� all, but once things is settled down � hope we don�t get tired a fuckin�! Jack smiles at such an absurd thought.
*
Jack watches his lover�yes, Ennis is his lover again, isn�t he?�going through the common motions, recalls those early days on Brokeback when he would steal a glance at Ennis whenever he could, just watch the boy move, walk, swing his leg over the saddle. Watch him eat and drink, his Adam�s apple moving with each swallow, and Jack just wanted to lean over and put his mouth there, wanted to kiss that vulnerable sign of a boy becoming a man.
That was damn strange, wasn�t it? Jack remembers. Me gettin� a boner while we was eatin� or havin� a few beers. Had ta keep that plate on my lap, had ta sometimes wait �fore I could go for seconds. Damned frustratin�� workin� all day, still hungry an� couldn�t do nothin� �bout it. An� there he was, ol� Ennis, just sittin� there, chewin� an� swallowin�, ain�t got a care in the world, an� he don�t know what I�m thinkin�. Shit � I didn�t know � sure as hell didn�t know how bad I wanted him. Didn�t take me long ta figure out I done gone an� fell in love with him, though, did it? Damn, a summer like that, an� I stayed away four years! Fuck me for that, what the fuck was I thinkin�? But I guess we�re doin� okay so far as pickin� up where we left off.
�Oh, fuck all, Ennis, they sure is fallin� down, ain�t they?� Jack grins slyly at Ennis.
Ennis squats before Jack, tugs the jeans down to Jack�s ankles. Helps Jack out of his boots, pulls his jeans off. Jack puts his boots back on, stands there with his erection jutting out.
Ennis sits on a log, pulls his boots off, shoves his pants down and off.
They start to set up camp in the nude, wearing just boots and hats. Ain�t this a hoot, they agree. Never done it like this, an� that fuckin� Joe Aguirre ain�t watchin� this time. Amidst a few rounds of wrestling, racing around with dicks flopping, poking, tickling, yes, hugging and kissing, too, they finally get the camp set up.
*
It�s suppertime, and the campfire is blazing.
The cool night air hasn�t set in yet, and the two are still naked. They are looking forward to the novelty of cooking and eating in the nude, impressed by the notion that they have invented this most unusual and undoubtedly perverted idea. Ennis does not object so much to perversity when it is a collaborative effort�with Jack.
Ennis unwraps one of Jack�s contributions to the meal. �Jack, what�s these sausages here? What�s this say on the package here � �Little Links� they call �em?�
�Don�t worry �bout them sausages, Ennis. I got a �little link� for ya right here, tastes a might lot better �n those, I can guarantee it!� Jack wags his half-erect penis. �Matter a fact, got some prime beef right over here, if that�s what you�re lookin� for!�
�Yeah? What tells me that ain�t prime aged beef, huh? Looks kind a wrinkly if ya ask me, ya ol� son of a bitch!� Ennis retorts mockingly.
�Well, how �bout some goddamn ham then, motherfucker!� Jack twirls around and shakes his bare ass.
�Um-hmm,� Ennis says. �Might go nice with them beans.�
�Beans? What the fuck � I should a known!� Jack throws up his hands.
�Didn�t think I�d let ya down, did ya, Jack? Didn�t think I�d forget, did ya?� Ennis asks.
Fucker got his sense a humor back, that�s for sure, Jack thinks. An� he really brought beans, didn�t he? Cocksucker.
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