Cool. Dark. Quiet.
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morrobay1990Title: Cool dark quiet
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morrobay1990
Genre: post canon
Word count: 250
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
Sometimes it just happened, Jack’d just show up. Sometimes he tried to make it just right, so it’d happen. Everything had to be right. Right for him was cool. Dark. Quiet.
He didn’t think he was all that different from most folks. But maybe he was, after all.
Growing up was normal, as he knew it. School, chores, not much money, thinking, wishing, fighting.
Then Brokeback.
That was different, nothing like he’d expected. His memories came as cool breeze, cool water…dark nights best of his life, where nothing bad could touch them...quiet...nothing as good on this earth as mountain quiet, middle of nowhere.
And after. Alma. The girls. Married life. Except it wasn’t a life...not for him.
What he liked most now was cool dark quiet. Had to put up with work, sometimes people he didn’t like, hardly any ones he did. When he got home...pour a beer, close the blinds...cool dark quiet.
Summers were hard. Hot. Dusty. Dry. Relief was there to be had. Sitting in front of the fan at home after work, ice cold beer - he’d started putting his beer glasses in the freezer – pretty damn good idea, he thought...blinds closed. Cold beer, cold fan, and dark...pleasure.
Fall was better. Work was easier, less heat. Still long days. Cold beer, windows dark, no fan needed...pleasure.
Winter better still. Short days, dark early. Cold felt good. Still drank beer. Ran the heater, only a little. Sometimes even put the beer glasses in the freezer.
Winter nights were best. Cool dark quiet. Jack would come to him.
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: post canon
Word count: 250
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
Sometimes it just happened, Jack’d just show up. Sometimes he tried to make it just right, so it’d happen. Everything had to be right. Right for him was cool. Dark. Quiet.
He didn’t think he was all that different from most folks. But maybe he was, after all.
Growing up was normal, as he knew it. School, chores, not much money, thinking, wishing, fighting.
Then Brokeback.
That was different, nothing like he’d expected. His memories came as cool breeze, cool water…dark nights best of his life, where nothing bad could touch them...quiet...nothing as good on this earth as mountain quiet, middle of nowhere.
And after. Alma. The girls. Married life. Except it wasn’t a life...not for him.
What he liked most now was cool dark quiet. Had to put up with work, sometimes people he didn’t like, hardly any ones he did. When he got home...pour a beer, close the blinds...cool dark quiet.
Summers were hard. Hot. Dusty. Dry. Relief was there to be had. Sitting in front of the fan at home after work, ice cold beer - he’d started putting his beer glasses in the freezer – pretty damn good idea, he thought...blinds closed. Cold beer, cold fan, and dark...pleasure.
Fall was better. Work was easier, less heat. Still long days. Cold beer, windows dark, no fan needed...pleasure.
Winter better still. Short days, dark early. Cold felt good. Still drank beer. Ran the heater, only a little. Sometimes even put the beer glasses in the freezer.
Winter nights were best. Cool dark quiet. Jack would come to him.
