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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 evening/night, camp)
�If ya can�t fix it ��.
Supper�s over. Just like in the old days, Jack and Ennis have enjoyed a first-time experience together, in this case, cooking and eating in the nude. Had to be careful not to let the campfire singe their pubic hair while they grilled, but other than that, they relished the opportunity to turn an activity as banal as eating into an erotic event. Unlike their first summer, when Jack�s surreptitious mealtime observations of Ennis sometimes gave him a boner that he tried to hide in his tight jeans, this time Jack made sure he had an erection when he got up to get a second helping. Seeing that instantly made Ennis� cock hard, too. �Goddamn it, Jack,� he said teasingly. �My plate darned near popped right off my lap �cause a what ya just done!�
That set off a round of chasing around the campfire, not a lot to hold on to with no clothes on, so all the more fun.
But the night chill set in, and the two reluctantly got dressed again.
*
As the fire dies down, the men are seemingly back in their old routine. Jack sits on a log watching the fading embers. Ennis lies stretched out on his back, arms behind his head. He looks up at the stars in the clear sky.
They are quiet, just a little more serious, smoking and passing the whiskey bottle back and forth�each man thinking, it�s wonderful we have a couple more days left, ain�t it? But then what?
Jack needs the whiskey to fortify himself and to soften Ennis up for his proposition � a totally reasonable plan, Jack is convinced, but nonetheless, with someone as cautious as Ennis, one never knows�.
The whiskey comforts Jack, goes down his throat as easily as Ennis� jizz, he thinks. So smooth, makes him feel warm inside as he drinks and drinks. Lips tight around the mouth of the bottle so as not to miss any, much as he does with the tip of Ennis� penis when he�s going down on him. If it�s the last of the bottle, Jack sticks his tongue up into the neck, every drop worth the effort, like when he darts his tongue into Ennis� piss slit after the other man has ejaculated.
*
Jack asks, �Anythin� interestin� up there in heaven?� I think he�s relaxin� finally, but got ta be somethin� goin� on if Ennis is starin� off into space.
�Hell Jack, I was just sendin� up a prayer a thanks.� He�ll like this, ain�t used ta me comin� up with a good joke on my own, is he?
�For what?� Jack wonders. It�s somethin� serious, ain�t it � somethin� �bout us? He been thinkin� �bout us, got his own ideas �bout how we can carry on now. Sure hope so, make things go easier so far as gettin� him on that ranch.
With a sly grin, Ennis says, �For you forgettin� ta bring that goddamned harmonica. I�m enjoyin� the peace an� quiet!� He chuckles.
Jack�s face falls for just a moment, and then he joins in the laugh, is humored but disappointed that Ennis� prayer didn�t have to do with their relationship, with figuring out what to do about �this.�
Jack thinks fast. This is important, an� I can�t screw it up. Is this a good time? He is enjoyin� himself, kind a bein� a optimist even. Fingers crossed � here goes. �
�Ya know, Ennis, it could be this way. Just like this, always.�
The look on Ennis� face says what the fuck? But he asks with curiosity, �Yeah, how you figure that, Jack?�
Jack takes a deep breath. Could work, god let this work. Make sure I say it the right way. Got ta make this ranch idea work out, Ennis, �cause you deserve the best too. Lord knows, you deserve the best, an� we�re goin� ta have it together.
�Tell ya what, Ennis,� Jack begins. Shit, all of a sudden this sounds like I�m askin� a lot, but I know I ain�t. �What if you an� me � what if we had a little ranch together somewhere � ya know, just a little cow-and-calf operation? It�d be some sweet life, Ennis, sure would be � wouldn�t it?� Better give him somethin� practical ta chew on here so he knows I been thinkin� serious �bout this, that I know how ta make it work an� all. �Hell, Lureen�s old man, ya bet he�d give me a downpayment for a spread if I�d get lost. Already more or less said it �.�
Ennis� responds tensely, �It ain�t goin� ta be that way, Jack. Ain�t goin� ta be that way at all.� Goddamn ya, Jack! Ennis thinks. I knew ya was up to somethin� with all that talk �bout figurin� out what ta do �bout our situation. Just knew it. Then makin� me say no like this, ya son of a bitch!
Can�t believe this fucker is willin� ta leave his wife an� son. His own son! I could leave Alma maybe � she can�t give me this kind a lovin� like Jack does, things make me feel like more of a man �n with her � but my little girls � jesus fuck, got ta be crazy thinkin� I�m goin� ta leave them little darlin�s for nobody!
Ennis� response is so adamant, leaves no room for bargaining. I ain�t hearin� this, Jack tells himself. He is absolutely crushed. �Ennis, ya don�t want ta just say no right off the bat �bout somethin� so serious � big business proposition like this, best thing for both of us.�
Oh fuck, Ennis thinks, like these harebrained ideas is my fault! Do I got ta slap some common sense into ya, Jack, or what? Jesus fuck, you�re the one ran off an� got married when ya didn�t have ta. Ya oughtn�t ta leave your wife, an� ya sure as fuck can�t just walk out on that little boy a yours.
�What I�m sayin�, Jack, ya got your wife an� baby down in Texas, I got my life in Riverton.�
Jack thinks, ya got ta be kiddin�, Ennis. Ya better be kiddin�! I know ya sure as fuck ain�t gettin� what ya need from that sorry-ass wife a yours, an� ya ain�t goin� ta get it, neither!
�Is that so? You an� Alma, that�s a life?� Jack asks cruelly.
Motherfucker, Ennis thinks. He wants to cry because he knows Jack is right, swallows deeply instead. Makin� me feel bad �bout my mistakes? Well, fuck you, Jack, fuck you! Alma gave me my little girls, an� I love them kids, I really do. They�re part a me, ya know. That counts for a whole lot! How the fuck ya could leave your own baby boy, I don�t know. Somethin� wrong with your head, Jack Twist, that�s what it is � somethin� fuckin� wrong with your head.
�Jack, ya shut up �bout Alma. This ain�t her fault.�
*
Damn, I want ya so bad, Jack, but this ain�t all fun an� games, no sir. �Bottom line, we�re around each other an� this thing grabs on ta us again in the wrong place, wrong time, we�ll be dead.� Got ta tell him that nasty story � don�t want ta, don�t even want ta think �bout that shit no more, but he ain�t goin� ta listen � can tell he ain�t � �less I give him good cause.
�Jack, let me tell ya �bout somethin� I seen when I was a kid.� Ennis goes on to describe in horrible detail the murder of a queer who ran a ranch with his partner. �They was tough old birds, too,� Ennis notes, but the laughingstock of the town nonetheless.
I don�t need ta hear this shit, Jack decides. What a fuck of a father � bad as mine, maybe worse! Goddamn it, Ennis! Fuck them old queers! Fuck your daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
�You seen that?� Jack asks.
Listen up, Jack, listen for chrissake! I ain�t kiddin� �bout this shit, an� other people ain�t neither.
�I was what, nine years old? My daddy, he made sure me an� my brother seen it.� Jesus christ, still makes me want ta throw up. I hate that fucker for takin� us down ta see that! �Hell, for all I know, he done the job. Tell ya what, Jack, if my daddy was here right now, he�d have his tire iron out, believe me. Wouldn�t make no difference that I was his son or nothin�. Two guys livin� together? No way,� Ennis says with finality.
So we can�t live together, Jack, but goddamn it, I do got ta have somethin� goin� on with ya! �We can get together once in a while way the hell out in the back a nowhere, but�.�
The prick fuckin� don�t want me �round no more! Can�t do this, Ennis, can�t do this! Jack has reclaimed the love of his life, and now he is losing him. He is almost in tears. �Once in a while � ever� four fuckin� years, Ennis, that what you�re sayin�?�
Aw, Jack, you�re still my little darlin�, but I guess I ain�t sayin� that right, am I? �No,� Ennis says, leaving unspoken the fact that the four years was up to Jack. Hell, if it were up to me, Ennis thinks, I never would a seen Jack again, an� that would a been just fine, damn it. Ennis knows it wouldn�t have been fine at all. He�s had four years to figure that out.
�I hate it that you�re goin� ta drive away on Sunday an� I�m goin� back ta work on Monday, Jack. But tell ya what, how �bout we get together come November, huh? � Best I can do right now, but it ain�t four fuckin� years!�
He�s tellin� me November, Jack thinks. November. Best he can do right now. That�s six fuckin� months from now � jesus, half a whole goddamned year. So it ain�t four years � big fuckin� deal!
Well, one, maybe two more meetin�s like that ought ta bring ya �round, Ennis. It�s damned inconvenient, awful damned far, could be just a couple a times an� then we�re done. I don�t like that idea, Ennis, don�t like it at all. But it ain�t goin� ta be that way, �cause ya need me too much, don�t ya? Yeah, I�ll give ya six months ta think �bout that ranch, �bout how much ya want that sweet life with me, �bout gettin� away from that miserable place ya call home � an� we�ll take it from there. Not like Lureen�s prick of a daddy goin� ta all of a sudden start likin� me or nothin�. That money will be waitin�, no doubt �bout that.
And way out in the back a nowhere! Where the fuck is that? Jack wonders. Okay, fine, Ennis, fine, lucky for you I like nature, too.
�November, Ennis? Can�t do no better than that? Thinkin� maybe ya really don�t want me �round after all. I can leave now, ya know.� Just how serious are ya, Ennis, �bout this November thing? Bet ya can do better than that � can�t ya?
Ennis looks pained, feels like he�s causing a world of hurt to someone he loves very much. He has to explain himself: �If ya can�t fix it, Jack � ya got ta stand it.� It doesn�t occur to him that his pearl of wisdom might lead to disaster.
Goddamn it, he�s serious, Jack thinks. Tell you what, Ennis, we can fix it, we can fix it! Just fuckin� leave it all behind an� let�s go! Jesus christ. Jack asks, almost in a whisper, �For how long we got ta do that?�
Maybe a couple more visits, just a couple more, Jack? Don�t want ta let ya go, can�t let ya go. Ya got ta understand �.I love ya, Jack � I love ya! I ain�t ready ta die for it, but I don�t want ya ta go, neither. This is so fucked up, ain�t it? I don�t know what ta say, don�t know what ta do �bout it. Ennis responds, his voice betraying his desolation, �Long as we can ride it, Jack. � Ain�t no reins on this one.�
Jack thinks desperately, fuck, man, got ta have a couple more days ta work on him. Can�t just tell me no like that. Can�t do that, just �cause a some dead old � queers. Ennis, I�m ready ta spring for ya � ya got ta feel the same way, ya just got ta! Okay, fuck it, ain�t goin� ta happen today, ain�t goin� ta happen tomorrow neither.
So what�s another six months? Four years plus six months � ain�t such a big deal, is it? �November works good for me too, Ennis, seems just fine. Ya think �bout where ya want ta go, friend, someplace we can find us a nice elk, maybe�ya goin� ta do the shootin�, a course.�
Well, this ain�t goin� ta be so easy after all, Jack realizes. Least ain�t goin� ta go fast as I thought, but what the hell. November�s better �n nothin�, gives me somethin� ta look forward to, don�t it?
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The tension of the evening�s conversation mellowed by more whiskey and their agreement to meet in November, the two men settle in for a little romance, kissing and snuggling in the tent. Jack is on his back, Ennis more or less on top, his pants worked down past his hips, his cock erect. Jack�s jeans are unbuttoned, unzipped, pulled down slightly, and Ennis is fingering the soft, warm scrotum beneath Jack�s jutting erection. Jack expects he might get fucked � but there is no rush, they�ll get around to it in good time. Their positions suggest an intimate face-to-face fucking.
Their deep kissing, tongues sensuously sliding, stroking each other, takes Ennis back to the second night in the tent, the night after he had first fucked Jack. This is like our first real night together, ain�t it � when I was so scared an� didn�t know what the fuck ta do. An� ya showed me what ta do, Jack, didn�t ya? So lovin� ya were. Yeah � ya showed me all them wonderful things all the rest a that summer. An� then � an� then ya left me alone ta figure it all out. Alone.
At first sight of Jack, a wild range of emotions had overtaken Ennis: Loneliness. Lust. Rage. Jack immediately took care of Ennis� loneliness�for the moment. Their time in the motel would have satisfied any man�s lust, and Ennis is no exception. But his rage remains.
Something clicks in his mind. He disregards that it was he who was engaged to Alma, that it was he who was determined to go through with that wedding even after that special summer with Jack. He forgets the fact that Jack had tried to track him down the following summer at Brokeback Mountain. Suddenly the man beneath him represents only the wonder of that summer, the fact that it was Jack who had initiated all of it, nurtured their friendship and love. And then abandoned Ennis for four years. And now Jack wants to pick up where they left off. Now! Just thinks he can step in and pick up where they left off!
Ennis feels his face get warm. Jack, ya fuckin� left me alone ta think �bout all that shit I didn�t know nothin� �bout before I met ya! An� most of it I ain�t never figured out �cause somehow ya know how ta deal with it all an� I don�t. Ya taught me all them things, Jack, an� then ya left me alone � ain�t fair, motherfucker, an� I can�t stand it. You�re controllin� me, ain�t ya, makin� me do things I don�t want ta do! � An� tryin� ta make me leave my little girls an� feel bad �cause I ain�t goin� ta do it. All�s I can say is fuck you, fuck you!
Jack senses a sudden clenching in Ennis� jaw, and the other man�s kissing becomes more forceful, more like fucking than like kissing, and Ennis is not waiting for Jack to respond in kind. Jack squirms beneath him, turns his face away. �Ennis, what the fuck?� he asks. Christ, what�s got into his head now? Jack wonders. This was goin� ta be such a nice time! �Ennis�.?� A question from Jack with an edge of alarm.
Ennis sits up, pulls Jack up, face to face. It is like that first night in the tent years ago, when it all started. Only this time, instead of fighting off Jack�s kisses, Ennis attacks Jack�s surprised mouth, plunges his tongue between the other man�s teeth. Jack opens his mouth to accommodate this unexpected roughness � they have played like this before, it�s okay, he tells himself � but it doesn�t matter. Ennis flips Jack over so he is on all fours. Holy fuck! Jack thinks. �Oh christ, Ennis, I ain�t ready for this! I ain�t ready � please�.�
Ennis squeezes his cockhead to gather the pool of precum that has collected there, spits into his hand, slicks up his shaft. Pulls Jack�s ass back to his own groin, finds the other man�s asshole and plunges his cock right in, no preliminaries. Jack momentarily loses his erection, gasps in pain, as Ennis starts fucking him.
There is no doubt about the intensity and focus of the punishment Ennis plans to deliver: �God � damn � you � Jack � fuckin� � Twist � you � know � there �ain�t �no � �us� � ta � plan � for!�
Ennis thrusts his cock into Jack�s ass with each beat, each push more intense than the last. Jesus fuck � ow! � jesus � oh shit � just like that first night, ain�t it? Jack thinks, the pain from more than four years ago still fresh in his mind. The pain that turned to pleasure such as he had never experienced, but even though Jack is hard as a rock again, Ennis isn�t hitting that pleasure spot yet. Ennis, you gone crazy, ain�t ya? � ow, goddamn it! � don�t know � jesus that hurts! � what the fuck you�re doin�!
For Ennis, fucking Jack like this is instinctive like that first time, but in a different way. Instead of pure lust being unbridled, this is pure rage being unleashed.
Ennis isn�t slick enough to be moving in and out like this, and Jack feels his asshole burning. It�s not at all the same as that first night, that first night when Jack wanted Ennis so much, needed Ennis so badly that the latter man could have done anything he wanted and Jack would have let him. This time, Jack is too aware, too practiced to have another spontaneous orgasm, and he knows it. �Ah, christ, Ennis, christ!� he cries at last, tears welling in his eyes. But Ennis holds Jack firmly by the hips, strong bruising fingers digging into flesh, in a blind fury continues to fuck him.
And then it happens. Ennis may be tearing Jack�s asshole in two, but suddenly he hits that prostate, starts hitting it relentlessly, and the sudden pleasure overwhelms Jack. He wonders about this incredible fuck, this unexpected violence from Ennis. Do I need a future, seein�s what I�m gettin� right now? Oh fuck, this feels good! Maybe not, maybe it can all end right here. Oh, Ennis � oh, right there � oh yeah. Jesus, the tip a my dick is gettin� so wet, so goddamn slick. Son of a bitch�s cock � Ennis, your cock is just goin� ta push the cum right out a me, ain�t it? Unnnh ... Jack bucks himself back into Ennis� warm groin, feels the other man�s damp pubic hair against his ass, tries to pull himself tighter, tighter, to Ennis� cock, as though that were possible. �Fuck, Ennis � fuck me, Ennis � jesus christ, fuck me!� Jack moans. He is in pain � must be � but he doesn�t care.
Ennis can�t stop � won�t stop. He watches his erection plunge into Jack�s ass, fill that hot passage, pull back, plunge again, and he thinks how much he loves Jack. This thought still terrifies him, just like it did on that very first night, so long ago it seems. He almost says what he feels, but he is so confused, so fucking confused. What he says instead is, �Jack, I need ya so much, so goddamned much I can�t stand it no more � oh, Jack � fuck you, Jack, for what ya done ta me! Fuck you!� Ennis finally begins to cry as inch by painful inch he shoves his four years of loneliness, confusion, uncertainty into the other man�make it go away, Jack, make it go away!�doesn�t care how much pain or pleasure he is causing the person he loves most in the world.
He hates himself for doing this. He hates what he has just said, and he hates how he is punishing Jack for bringing hope into a life that was never meant to have that luxury, not back then on Brokeback Mountain and certainly not now. Goddamn you, Jack Twist, goddamn you!
Another forceful plunge into Jack�s tight ass brings Ennis to the brink, and finally a series of spasms drives his semen deep into his lover.
Jack struggles to remain upright, has to keep one hand on the ground for support. He tries to reconcile his own pleasure with Ennis� violence and sorrow, but his mind is in a whirl. Just do this, Jack, just do this, he tells himself. We can work it all out later � but for now, this � oh, feels so good � feels so goddamned good! Ah, Ennis � fuck. With his other hand he gives his dripping cock a few violent jerks until he is ready to come, feels Ennis pumping, pumping his hot seed into him, reaches back to give his own balls a bruising squeeze. Jack wildly shoots trails of cum out onto the bedroll � and his pleasure is intensified because that is not allowed.
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Both men are drained, neither moving for a few moments. Then Ennis pulls out of Jack�s ass, wraps himself around his lover from behind, rests a wet cheek on Jack�s broad, sweating back. He breathes deeply, inhaling Jack�s scent. This too he will have to remember for the coming months without Jack, this scented sweat. He still doesn�t have any answers, still doesn�t know what he will do after Jack leaves.
Ennis is thoroughly spent, exhausted emotionally and physically by his attack on Jack. Did I mean ta do this? he wonders. I don�t know � just fuckin� don�t know. I know I come inside a ya, Jack, but that ain�t what I�m feelin�. Ain�t feelin� like I just done somethin� good. I hurt ya, Jack, didn�t I? Fuckin� hurt ya � know I did. Goddamn me! God fuckin' damn me!
He knows he is going to cry, really cry, and he rolls off of Jack. Moves as far as he can to one side of the bedroll, turns his face away from his lover.
Jack lies there in shock He realizes that Ennis is too upset to talk, and is afraid to touch the man anyway, considering the unexpected, frightening change in mood during their lovemaking. Fuck, Jack thinks, fuck! We was doin� okay, Ennis, was havin� us a nice ol� time, wasn�t goin� ta worry �bout tomorrow � well, �til tomorrow. Best we can do for now. An� jesus, Ennis, it�s �cause a you we can�t plan for no future, not now anyways. I ain�t goin� ta say it, though, �cause I guess ya already got it figured out, ya desperate motherfucker. An� don�t I know ya got it figured out, �cause it�s me goin� ta be walkin� funny for a week!
Besides that, Ennis, what ya think ain�t the final word. Can�t be the final word, can it? Can�t just tell me we ain�t goin� ta see each other but two, three times a year!
Jack feels Ennis shudder, wants to touch him, tell him it�s okay to cry, tell him he loves him. But it�s Ennis� game at the moment, Jack realizes, and his rules don�t allow for that. Jack turns away from Ennis, shifts his body as much as he can to the other side of the bedroll. Guess we�ll just sleep this one off, Ennis, huh? is Jack�s last thought as he drifts off.
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