"...quit if he had to..." - 3
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morrobay1990Title: “...quit if he had to...” - 3
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morrobay1990
Genre: post canon
Warning:
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
Ennis went back to ranch work, hired on here and there, not getting much ahead but glad enough to be around stock again, free to drop things, quit if he had to, and go into the mountains at short notice.
He had five hours to drive...even though it was in the same state, he had to go around the mountains to get to the Salt River Range...and Jack had the usual fourteen-fifteen hours.
Shit, how the hell did he do it, and why didn't Ennis ever think about that before? Would he drive to Texas...?
Jack said he was leaving pretty soon, after they got off the phone said he'd throw some stuff together and be on the road.
Ennis had more time to get ready and figured this time...for once...he would show up with something besides a fishing rod and a hard-on.
He'd use the last of his paycheck to get some venison (Jack loved venison and Ennis knew a great place to get it, though he never indulged in it for himself) and maybe some better whiskey than he usually brought...he'd noticed the last few trips, Jack had brought Jack Daniels and shunned the Old Rose, so he'd contribute a bottle of that so Jack would have some good stuff to drink.
He didn't know where to get good pot, so hoped Jack would bring some of that again...he loved fucking Jack when they were both high...and Jack high on pot? He got randier than ever, if that was possible.
Goddamn it, he couldn't wait...
Shit, it was times like this...when he was getting ready to see him, or driving to the meeting point, or trying to think how to make it better...times like this that messed him up the most...
Why couldn't he live without seeing him, talking to him, touching him
Why couldn't they see each other more often
Why couldn't they figure out a way to...goddammit! that's Jack talkin...well, maybe
Why did he need him so much
Why couldn't he live without feeling Jack's arms around him, Jack's body under him...or over him...Jack
He'd already wasted enough time...
Fuck the damn state troopers...he put his foot to the floor, the speedometer shot up, and he switched on the new thing he'd spent part of his last three paychecks on...a radar detector...fuck, he was gonna get there and he was gonna get there fast.
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: post canon
Warning:
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
Ennis went back to ranch work, hired on here and there, not getting much ahead but glad enough to be around stock again, free to drop things, quit if he had to, and go into the mountains at short notice.
He had five hours to drive...even though it was in the same state, he had to go around the mountains to get to the Salt River Range...and Jack had the usual fourteen-fifteen hours.
Shit, how the hell did he do it, and why didn't Ennis ever think about that before? Would he drive to Texas...?
Jack said he was leaving pretty soon, after they got off the phone said he'd throw some stuff together and be on the road.
Ennis had more time to get ready and figured this time...for once...he would show up with something besides a fishing rod and a hard-on.
He'd use the last of his paycheck to get some venison (Jack loved venison and Ennis knew a great place to get it, though he never indulged in it for himself) and maybe some better whiskey than he usually brought...he'd noticed the last few trips, Jack had brought Jack Daniels and shunned the Old Rose, so he'd contribute a bottle of that so Jack would have some good stuff to drink.
He didn't know where to get good pot, so hoped Jack would bring some of that again...he loved fucking Jack when they were both high...and Jack high on pot? He got randier than ever, if that was possible.
Goddamn it, he couldn't wait...
Shit, it was times like this...when he was getting ready to see him, or driving to the meeting point, or trying to think how to make it better...times like this that messed him up the most...
Why couldn't he live without seeing him, talking to him, touching him
Why couldn't they see each other more often
Why couldn't they figure out a way to...goddammit! that's Jack talkin...well, maybe
Why did he need him so much
Why couldn't he live without feeling Jack's arms around him, Jack's body under him...or over him...Jack
He'd already wasted enough time...
Fuck the damn state troopers...he put his foot to the floor, the speedometer shot up, and he switched on the new thing he'd spent part of his last three paychecks on...a radar detector...fuck, he was gonna get there and he was gonna get there fast.
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Date: 2011-05-29 09:47 pm (UTC)