All Things Considered, 20
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morrobay1990Title: All Things Considered, Chapter 20
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morrobay1990
Genre: Ennis, moving on?
Word count: 1500
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Previously, on All Things Considered...
It had been a month since Travis had left Ennis after the letter debacle. He hadn't heard from Ennis and hadn't tried to contact him – that was all over now.
“Look, goddamn it. I fucked up, OK? I know. You don't owe me shit. But I'm askin' you...”
"Did you tell Jack the same thing? That you were sorry?" He tried to stop then - he hadn't meant to say it, but the words kept coming.
I wanna know everything, everything we never talked about, I need to know. Then if you don't want it, I'll leave you alone, I swear. But I haven't tried like I should, you know that. Let me try. I don't wanna lose this twice."
Travis's mind was screaming: Don't do this, Ennis. Don't have a fucking revelation, not when I'm just over you...
Chapter 20
They walked over to untie the horses and ride back to the barn, and now Ennis reached out and ran his hand lightly up and down Travis's back.
He said, “You miss it too, don't you? Jesus, Travis, I think about it all the time...”
Travis didn't want Ennis to get so close that he'd give in to what his body wanted, it had to be more than that...his eyes closed, his body responding to the pictures Ennis's words painted...but it couldn't be about the sex...
“What do you want me to say, Ennis? Yeah, I miss it, I miss you, I miss everything we had...”
“I'll follow you home...” Ennis was talking in that low, sex-filled voice that could make Travis do anything.
Over the year they'd been together, Ennis had become aware of the power his voice had over Travis. It wasn't easy for him to talk, but the response he got was always worth it. He was more relaxed when he'd been drinking, or when they were close in bed, or in the dark, or in the shadows.
The sun slid behind the mountain.
“I wish I could fuck you right now,” Ennis said, his voice just above a whisper. He took a chance and moved his hand to Travis, rubbing him through his jeans...Travis didn't move or push his hand away, his eyes closed, the sensations running through him making him moan and his breath come quick. Then he opened his eyes and tried to pull himself together.
“No.”
But Ennis quickly put a hand on each side of the buttons on Travis's jeans and yanked and they came apart, he rubbed against him, whispering private things Travis had heard before, words that Ennis had said when he was drunk, words he'd said to Jack's ghost...I'm sorry...I didn't mean it...I'll stay...
“Ennis...stop...shut up...shut up...” He hated to hear Ennis saying words he knew were meant for Jack.
Ennis held him away, “What the fuck are you doin'?”
Travis pulled away, “I don't want to hear you talking to Jack any more!”
He grabbed at his jeans, buttoning them up and backing away from Ennis, “You talk to him...like he's here instead of me...”
Ennis put a hand out and touched Travis's face, ”I wasn't talkin' to Jack...I was talkin' to you.”
An idea had started forming in Travis's mind, ever since Ennis had said he wanted to try again.
A crazy idea, but then, what's crazy anyway?
After they'd gone riding and talked about going away, he spent time on the internet, looking for places they could go, places he thought he could actually get Ennis to agree to – although, to be fair, Ennis had promised blindly to go wherever Travis wanted. Or, rather...he could go...or not go...it was ultimately his decision.
The places he chose would be a bit of a stretch for Ennis – in fact, Travis didn't see him agreeing to it at all. But he made refundable deposits on the lodging and took a chance.
Ennis was coming to Travis's house so they could talk about it, so Travis could show him the websites of the places he'd chosen. He had whiskey ready and didn’t waste any time.
“We're going to San Francisco and stay in Brian's loft for one night, he'll be out of town.”
He stole a look to see Ennis’s initial reaction…wasn’t good.
“Then we're taking his car and going north, we can go to the Sierras, or Yosemite or Mendocino. I've rented a place and horses for us at all three, but I have to give an answer pretty soon or I lose the deposit on the other two. All three have a main lodge, bar, restaurant, everything. But we can stay the whole week in the cabin and never see another person if we don't want to. It's off season, it'll be quiet, no crowds.”
He waited for Ennis to blow up, and it didn't take long.
"No fuckin' way. What the hell...Jesus, Travis, what do you want from me?"
"Funny, I could ask you the same thing. What do you want from me that I haven't already given you? You want truth? You want love, understanding, loyalty? I believe you already threw all that back in my face more than once."
San Francisco? Holy fuck, no way was he going to get on a plane and go to...
Ennis stood and was pacing back and forth in long strides, "No, there's gotta be another way. We can go anywhere around here, wherever you say..."
"No. California, take it or leave it."
“On a plane?”
“Well, we're not gonna drive.”
“I can't get drunk enough to get on a plane.”
“Yes you can.”
“No I can't.”
“Yes you can.”
“I won't do it.”
“Yes you will.”
Ennis was laying in his bed in the dark, trying to push down his feelings of dread.
He did not want to go on this trip, didn't understand why Travis had to leave the fucking state of Wyoming just to talk. But he was going. He had deep feelings for Travis, knew he'd treated him pretty bad, and he could see how much it meant to him to do this.
He had seen Travis had visibly relax when he had agreed to go, it made Ennis feel good to see that; made him feel good to know that, after giving Travis so much shit, he was finally able to do something for him, something that wasn't easy.
And it didn't hurt that Travis had shown his appreciation in bed...
They had finally agreed to go to Mendocino because Travis loved the ocean and Ennis had never seen it.
The planets must have all been aligned, because Ennis didn't hate everything.
Travis took care of it all and made things as simple and enjoyable as possible for them both.
They flew first class, Ennis being warned by Travis not to get drunk because he'd probably just end up getting sick, although Ennis had a couple of shots in the airport bar, just to ward off some of the fear of flying.
The flight went smoothly and after they landed they took a cab from the airport to Brian's loft, and even Ennis had to agree that the night views of San Francisco and the Bay were spectacular.
They were up early the next morning, threw their stuff into Brian's Hummer and headed out for US 101 and CA 1 North for the four hour drive, a little longer than the relative straight shot up 101, but more beautiful since route 1 hugged the coast.
They arrived mid-afternoon. Ennis wanted to wait in the car while Travis checked them in, but Travis insisted he come in to see the lodge.
The lobby itself was huge, with soaring timber ceilings and gigantic stone fireplace, sofas, chairs and tables scattered throughout and arranged specifically for quiet conversation or reading. One side led to a darkened bar, the other side to a restaurant.
Since Travis had requested the most secluded cabin, they had to drive there and it was isolated, set on top of a cliff overlooking the Pacific, away from all of the other cabins and people, it was just the two of them, unless they decided different. The staff would bring horses to them whenever they wanted to ride, and would leave the horses tied to an old-fashioned railing outside the front door.
They opened the door to the suite and discovered that the place lacked neither size nor luxury – it made Ennis's cabin look like a cabin. King bed and sitting area with a sofa and chairs, fireplace opposite at the foot of the bed, large balcony with table and chairs, bath with double shower, all the amenities you could want.
While checking in, they ordered food, wine, and whiskey to be sent to the room so they didn't have to go out. But the best thing was the view, rolling hills down to sand and the surf below, the Pacific stretching out before them like a scene from a postcard.
Ennis threw his suitcase on one of the beds and dropped exhausted onto the other one and offered his two observations.
“Vacations sure take a lot out of you. Place must cost a fortune.”
“I'm betting you've never had a vacation, so enjoy it while you can.”
He still wasn't sure that Ennis liked this idea, knew he was here mostly out of guilt and he needed to get that out of the way. “So what do you think?”
Ennis, lying on the bed with his forearm over his closed eyes, said, “Don't think I'll fly again after we get back. Place is nice enough.”
Typical.
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: Ennis, moving on?
Word count: 1500
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Previously, on All Things Considered...
It had been a month since Travis had left Ennis after the letter debacle. He hadn't heard from Ennis and hadn't tried to contact him – that was all over now.
“Look, goddamn it. I fucked up, OK? I know. You don't owe me shit. But I'm askin' you...”
"Did you tell Jack the same thing? That you were sorry?" He tried to stop then - he hadn't meant to say it, but the words kept coming.
I wanna know everything, everything we never talked about, I need to know. Then if you don't want it, I'll leave you alone, I swear. But I haven't tried like I should, you know that. Let me try. I don't wanna lose this twice."
Travis's mind was screaming: Don't do this, Ennis. Don't have a fucking revelation, not when I'm just over you...
Chapter 20
They walked over to untie the horses and ride back to the barn, and now Ennis reached out and ran his hand lightly up and down Travis's back.
He said, “You miss it too, don't you? Jesus, Travis, I think about it all the time...”
Travis didn't want Ennis to get so close that he'd give in to what his body wanted, it had to be more than that...his eyes closed, his body responding to the pictures Ennis's words painted...but it couldn't be about the sex...
“What do you want me to say, Ennis? Yeah, I miss it, I miss you, I miss everything we had...”
“I'll follow you home...” Ennis was talking in that low, sex-filled voice that could make Travis do anything.
Over the year they'd been together, Ennis had become aware of the power his voice had over Travis. It wasn't easy for him to talk, but the response he got was always worth it. He was more relaxed when he'd been drinking, or when they were close in bed, or in the dark, or in the shadows.
The sun slid behind the mountain.
“I wish I could fuck you right now,” Ennis said, his voice just above a whisper. He took a chance and moved his hand to Travis, rubbing him through his jeans...Travis didn't move or push his hand away, his eyes closed, the sensations running through him making him moan and his breath come quick. Then he opened his eyes and tried to pull himself together.
“No.”
But Ennis quickly put a hand on each side of the buttons on Travis's jeans and yanked and they came apart, he rubbed against him, whispering private things Travis had heard before, words that Ennis had said when he was drunk, words he'd said to Jack's ghost...I'm sorry...I didn't mean it...I'll stay...
“Ennis...stop...shut up...shut up...” He hated to hear Ennis saying words he knew were meant for Jack.
Ennis held him away, “What the fuck are you doin'?”
Travis pulled away, “I don't want to hear you talking to Jack any more!”
He grabbed at his jeans, buttoning them up and backing away from Ennis, “You talk to him...like he's here instead of me...”
Ennis put a hand out and touched Travis's face, ”I wasn't talkin' to Jack...I was talkin' to you.”
An idea had started forming in Travis's mind, ever since Ennis had said he wanted to try again.
A crazy idea, but then, what's crazy anyway?
After they'd gone riding and talked about going away, he spent time on the internet, looking for places they could go, places he thought he could actually get Ennis to agree to – although, to be fair, Ennis had promised blindly to go wherever Travis wanted. Or, rather...he could go...or not go...it was ultimately his decision.
The places he chose would be a bit of a stretch for Ennis – in fact, Travis didn't see him agreeing to it at all. But he made refundable deposits on the lodging and took a chance.
Ennis was coming to Travis's house so they could talk about it, so Travis could show him the websites of the places he'd chosen. He had whiskey ready and didn’t waste any time.
“We're going to San Francisco and stay in Brian's loft for one night, he'll be out of town.”
He stole a look to see Ennis’s initial reaction…wasn’t good.
“Then we're taking his car and going north, we can go to the Sierras, or Yosemite or Mendocino. I've rented a place and horses for us at all three, but I have to give an answer pretty soon or I lose the deposit on the other two. All three have a main lodge, bar, restaurant, everything. But we can stay the whole week in the cabin and never see another person if we don't want to. It's off season, it'll be quiet, no crowds.”
He waited for Ennis to blow up, and it didn't take long.
"No fuckin' way. What the hell...Jesus, Travis, what do you want from me?"
"Funny, I could ask you the same thing. What do you want from me that I haven't already given you? You want truth? You want love, understanding, loyalty? I believe you already threw all that back in my face more than once."
San Francisco? Holy fuck, no way was he going to get on a plane and go to...
Ennis stood and was pacing back and forth in long strides, "No, there's gotta be another way. We can go anywhere around here, wherever you say..."
"No. California, take it or leave it."
“On a plane?”
“Well, we're not gonna drive.”
“I can't get drunk enough to get on a plane.”
“Yes you can.”
“No I can't.”
“Yes you can.”
“I won't do it.”
“Yes you will.”
Ennis was laying in his bed in the dark, trying to push down his feelings of dread.
He did not want to go on this trip, didn't understand why Travis had to leave the fucking state of Wyoming just to talk. But he was going. He had deep feelings for Travis, knew he'd treated him pretty bad, and he could see how much it meant to him to do this.
He had seen Travis had visibly relax when he had agreed to go, it made Ennis feel good to see that; made him feel good to know that, after giving Travis so much shit, he was finally able to do something for him, something that wasn't easy.
And it didn't hurt that Travis had shown his appreciation in bed...
They had finally agreed to go to Mendocino because Travis loved the ocean and Ennis had never seen it.
The planets must have all been aligned, because Ennis didn't hate everything.
Travis took care of it all and made things as simple and enjoyable as possible for them both.
They flew first class, Ennis being warned by Travis not to get drunk because he'd probably just end up getting sick, although Ennis had a couple of shots in the airport bar, just to ward off some of the fear of flying.
The flight went smoothly and after they landed they took a cab from the airport to Brian's loft, and even Ennis had to agree that the night views of San Francisco and the Bay were spectacular.
They were up early the next morning, threw their stuff into Brian's Hummer and headed out for US 101 and CA 1 North for the four hour drive, a little longer than the relative straight shot up 101, but more beautiful since route 1 hugged the coast.
They arrived mid-afternoon. Ennis wanted to wait in the car while Travis checked them in, but Travis insisted he come in to see the lodge.
The lobby itself was huge, with soaring timber ceilings and gigantic stone fireplace, sofas, chairs and tables scattered throughout and arranged specifically for quiet conversation or reading. One side led to a darkened bar, the other side to a restaurant.
Since Travis had requested the most secluded cabin, they had to drive there and it was isolated, set on top of a cliff overlooking the Pacific, away from all of the other cabins and people, it was just the two of them, unless they decided different. The staff would bring horses to them whenever they wanted to ride, and would leave the horses tied to an old-fashioned railing outside the front door.
They opened the door to the suite and discovered that the place lacked neither size nor luxury – it made Ennis's cabin look like a cabin. King bed and sitting area with a sofa and chairs, fireplace opposite at the foot of the bed, large balcony with table and chairs, bath with double shower, all the amenities you could want.
While checking in, they ordered food, wine, and whiskey to be sent to the room so they didn't have to go out. But the best thing was the view, rolling hills down to sand and the surf below, the Pacific stretching out before them like a scene from a postcard.
Ennis threw his suitcase on one of the beds and dropped exhausted onto the other one and offered his two observations.
“Vacations sure take a lot out of you. Place must cost a fortune.”
“I'm betting you've never had a vacation, so enjoy it while you can.”
He still wasn't sure that Ennis liked this idea, knew he was here mostly out of guilt and he needed to get that out of the way. “So what do you think?”
Ennis, lying on the bed with his forearm over his closed eyes, said, “Don't think I'll fly again after we get back. Place is nice enough.”
Typical.
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