Reunion | By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 1695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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. |
(Saturday pre-dawn, camp)
“Kind a like holdin’ hands …”
Jack and Ennis have been tossing and turning these past few hours. Despite their earlier separation, they have ended up next to one another, the dreamy instinct of lovers, no doubt drawn even in sleep by the heat of each other, by the scent of each other.
The unpleasantries of their earlier lovemaking shocked both men. Despite the physical pleasure of expending generous amounts of cum, the sex was violent, alienating, emotionally draining. It was not how either man wanted to end this reunion … Ennis in tears loathing himself, Jack rejected and hostile.
Never had a disagreement of any kind threatened to hang over them from one day to another, and that is exactly what has happened. Instead of making the most of the fact that they will see one another— although not as soon as either man would like—Ennis turned one way, and Jack had no choice but to turn the other way. Jack knew that Ennis was crying himself to sleep, and he wanted to touch him so badly, wanted to hold him and tell him that everything would be all right. Isn’t that one of Jack’s strengths in life, after all, his ability to convince Ennis that everything is “all right”?
Regardless, it seems that Jack will not have that chance, seems he will be heading back to Texas tomorrow with tension in the air. Not at all the romantic departure he has been fantasizing about: With Ennis holding him tight, Jack would say, “Yes, Ennis, I know ya have affairs ta wrap up, that ya can’t join me right away at our ranch. So I’ll meet ya there in a month. I’ll be fine ‘til then, don’t ya worry ‘bout me.” Then they would kiss, both joyful with the knowledge that finally they can begin the life with each other that they deserve, the life that will last for the rest of their days. His scenario includes no familial complications, no troublesome wives, no abandonment of children.
*
Jack is on his back sound asleep when he awakens to find his hand in a very warm place—on Ennis’ erect cock! Ennis’ hand is very firmly on Jack’s. Jack thinks dozily, well jesus, this is kind a like holdin’ hands, only ain’t hands we’re holdin’, now is it? … But damn, I like havin’ his big ol’ hand on mine like that … yeah. Jack remembers when he was real little, holding his daddy’s big hand when they went into town. So warm an’ strong, Jack thinks … I like touchin’ your dick like this, Ennis … never done it while sleepin’. Ya know, sometimes ya really surprise me. Jack’s heart beats faster. He sure enough likes where his hand is, but what the hell does Ennis want now … this man who just a few hours earlier had given Jack a vicious fucking?
“Jack, I need ya … um … I need ya ta make me come … I really do,” Ennis whispers huskily. Ennis lets pleasant things happen to him, but he rarely asks for them. His basic nature and spartan upbringing warn him away from frivolity, luxury, and it is remarkable that Jack ever got him to engage in anything this side of hard labor, let alone pleasures of the flesh! Jack feels Ennis’ erection stiffen even more beneath his fingers. Sometimes them dreams takes care a bad feelin’s, don’t they? Jack thinks.
Ennis lets Jack’s hand go, and Jack rolls toward him, ends up in a spooning position behind him. Jack slips one arm under Ennis to wrap around his chest, pulls the other man as close as possible. Oh, Ennis, he thinks. Ennis, what am I goin’ ta do with ya? His other hand finds Ennis’ cock, slick now with rampant desire.
Jack’s hand glides up and down the ridges of Ennis’ shaft, catches the pool of glistening fluid at the tip, adds some spit to make the stroking smoother. He is gentle when he reaches the sensitive head, barely brushes it with his fingertips, teases the ticklish rim of the piss hole until Ennis squirms.
*
Ennis’ eyes are moist, and he swallows deeply, humiliated by his unexpected neediness. He bites his trembling lip as Jack continues to stroke lightly, very lightly. Jack’s loving touch is electric, and Ennis’ cock throbs under the other man’s fingers. Ennis is so confused. He must let Jack go, yet he needs this so badly … this right here, Jack holding him tight, Jack caressing him there, Jack touching his very manhood. How can it be that I want ta cry while Jack is makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good? Ennis asks himself.
He lies there, hardly moves at first, then begins to undulate gently to Jack’s movements. The least Jack deserves is some sort of response, Ennis decides. This feels so good … feels so goddamn good, I know it’s okay. It’s always okay when Jack is here, ain’t it? Oh, Jack, ya don’t know how much I need ya. Ya mean so much ta me … it’s called love, I know that, an’ I don’t know why the fuck I can’t just say it. Ennis slips a hand over the hand that Jack has on his chest, presses tightly. Can he feel his own heartbeat through Jack’s hand? Ennis believes he can.
*
Ennis has never come in this position before. He feels like he is so protected by this muscular man … exactly that strength that Ennis craves and cannot get from his poor little Alma. Exactly that strength that Ennis knows Jack sometimes needs from him, too. Jack pushes more closely against Ennis’ back, grips Ennis’ cock a little more tightly, moves up and down the shaft faster and faster.
“Jack, oh god, the … bedroll …,” Ennis gasps.
“Fuck the bedroll, Ennis,” Jack whispers in his ear. Jack remembers with great excitement his own first time with Ennis, how he shot all over the bedroll without even touching himself when Ennis hit that place of joy in his ass. As he says this to Ennis, clear drops fall from his own penis onto the fabric. Apparently Ennis was too distracted to notice that Jack had shot all over the very same bedroll just hours before. After all, Jack didn’t have any hands available at the time, as he struggled to stay up on all fours while delivering the final strokes toward his own orgasm.
Jack feels Ennis’ cock pulsing, knows his lover is about to come, rolls him onto his back so he will shoot all over himself instead of on the bedroll. Damn it, Ennis thinks. He was getting used to the idea of jizzing all over the bedroll. Kind of losing control … doesn’t do that very much at all, does he? Not known for losing control. But it can be fun sometimes, he has learned from Jack. Now he is going to make a mess all over himself instead … not near as much fun unless he shoots far, hits his eye like he did that one time.
True enough, but Jack doesn’t plan to leave it at that. He wants to be on top of his lover, moving in Ennis’ cum. His own cock rages as Jack considers his intentions.
As it happens, Jack holds Ennis’ cock straight up, and like a fountain it shoots out a spray of hot semen.
Look at that, Ennis, he thinks, ya just shot out gobs a cum down there in your short hairs … thought ya was goin’ ta shoot on the bedroll, didn’t ya? An’ I bet that made ya come harder than ya usually do, didn’t it? Yeah. … Thinkin’ you’re goin’ ta make a mess always helps, least makes it more excitin’ when I do it.
Jack climbs on top of Ennis, starts sliding his cock up and down in the slick pubic hair. The combination of wiry hair and silky lubricant almost makes him come right away, so he paces himself, slows down when he feels his cock swelling, the sensitive pink head warning him of a pending surge. “God, Ennis, yes … this feels so good … so fuckin’ good.”
He drops his head to kiss Ennis, to see if they can make up face to face. They can, as Ennis’ mouth is as hungry for Jack’s as Jack’s is for his. This time they kiss in unison, tongues dancing sensuously as Jack’s dick slides alongside Ennis’ cock.
Jack sits up and back, moves up and down so Ennis’ penis, still mostly hard and slick, rubs in his ass crack. Doesn’t need the penetration back there, just light stroking will do. Jack’s balls get slick, too, as he glides back and forth over Ennis. Back and forth they go, the firm testicles, Jack taking care as though they are eggs in a nest of pubic hair.
One last press of his scrotum against Ennis’ warm body, a final slide of the full length of his swollen cock through Ennis’ semen and pubic hair, and Jack is there. “Oh, oh … oh, fuck!” he groans as he hits that point of no return, his own cum surging forth.
His uncontrollable spurts add a healthy dose of jizz to Ennis’ groin, mixing their semen in an alchemy of passion. Jack brings his body down to Ennis’ sweating, sticky skin … anchors himself there in this creamy, fragrant glue of one man loving another.
Ennis wraps his legs around Jack’s back.
Jack’s lips move back to Ennis’ mouth, and he kisses his lover deeply. They have definitely made up, can fall asleep now, figure out what to do about everything tomorrow … which is closer now, but nonetheless still is tomorrow.
*
“If ya can’t fix it, Jack, ya got ta stand it,” Ennis calmly said earlier in the day, apologetically though with much conviction, in an effort to dash Jack’s crazy hopes for a life together. Yes, Ennis has gone ahead and set the harsh terms for continuing their love affair: a backwood meeting, a mountaintop tryst or two ... and then who knows?
And now as he lies here in Jack’s embrace, bound by this love that neither man can rightly describe, Ennis wonders, do I believe myself? Why does it have ta be this way? I’m just fuckin’ afraid, ain’t I? Of who? Of what? Tire irons? Alma? All them others who might find out?
No, he realizes. I’m afraid a bein’ happy, ain’t I, ‘cause ya go down a lot harder when ya got a lot ta lose. That is what he has seen all around him. This is fate as Ennis knows it, this is his life, and what is he supposed to do about it?
Jesus christ, what am I doing? What am I doing with this man … what am I doing to this man? Ennis asks himself. God help me, please god help me … He tightens his hold on Jack, arms and legs wrapped securely around the other man.
Jack wonders, that business ‘bout havin’ ta stand it ‘cause we can’t fix it … is that really the final word?
He will find out in the morning. As the two become groggy again, Ennis releases his hold on Jack, who rolls off his lover back into a spoon position. When Ennis awakes at dawn, he will find Jack’s strong arms wrapped protectively, lovingly around his chest.
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