All Things Considered, 22
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morrobay1990Title: All Things Considered, Chapter 22
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morrobay1990
Genre: Ennis, moving on?
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Previously, on All Things Considered...
“Ennis, you loved him. And he's gone.”
Ennis said nothing, but stared out at the Pacific long after Travis had gone inside.
He still had questions...how can saying something out loud make it better all of a sudden? He needed Travis to show him, help him do this.
“You still dream about your wife?” he asked quietly, not even knowing if Travis was awake.
“If I'm lucky.”
Chapter 22
Saturday
Travis woke to weak sunlight feebly trying to force its way around the heavy drapes covering the west-facing window. The room was in semi-darkness but when he rolled over he saw Ennis come out of the bathroom wearing jeans and rubbing a towel over his wet hair.
He walked over to the bed, sat at the edge, leaned over and kissed Travis, “Sleep ok?”
“Yeah, what time is it?” He raised his hand and absently rubbed Ennis's back.
“Almost 7. You must have been beat, didn't move a muscle when I got up. I couldn't sleep – strange bed n'all.”
Then Travis remembered; yeah, right - strange bed.
Still rubbing his back he said, “What was the dream about?”
Ennis hesitated...
“I only remember hearing him laugh, but it was an echo, like in the mountains...must have been dreamin' about Brokeback.” Again.
“Come back to bed.”
Travis was only human. He loved Ennis; and while he thought he was prepared to spend the next week listening to him talk about his love for another man, and helping him recover from his loss, he wanted Ennis to know that he was here, alive, flesh and blood...
Later, when Travis would recall them making love that morning, he would remember that Ennis seemed different somehow…more giving…more open…not that he had ever been a selfish lover, but it was as if he was trying to prove something to Travis, and maybe to himself.
After, Travis rolled onto his back and pulled the blankets up, suddenly cold, then moved closer to Ennis. “It's just always so fucking good.”
Ennis kissed him and started to burrow his head down in the pillow.
“No more bed, we're taking the horses out today.”
He got up, gave Ennis the phone list and, on his way into the bathroom to have a shower, told him to call the stable and ask them to bring up the horses he'd requested. “Tell them we'll be at the main lodge for breakfast, they can have them there by 9:30.”
As they left the dining room, a staffer let Travis know that their horses were ready outside. Ennis was surprised to see good-looking, spirited horses, one saddled with western tack, the other an all-purpose English saddle.
“You thought of everything, didn't you?” he said to Travis, impressed that Travis had given so much thought to all this; he knew he'd never done so for any of their outings – you got what you got. “You knew I wasn't gonna ride on no stripped down saddle.”
“Yeah, well, takes a lot of balance and finesse to ride an English saddle. I figured you'd need a big one, something to hang on to.”
Ennis walked close to him, leaned in and said softly, “I'll give you a big one to hang on to...”
Travis's eyes followed him as he walked to his horse and checked the cinch, mounted, and slapped the reins against the horses flanks, dug his boots in, and urging him on with hands and legs and voice, took off, leaving Travis behind, still not mounted.
“Goddamn it,” he said to himself, “let's just go back to bed.”
Ennis eventually slowed down and Travis eventually caught up; they rode a path through the redwoods, the overhead canopy so thick that only thin shafts of sunlight were able to break through at intervals, the forest floor and lower branches barely dappled with light. But it was colder than they'd thought, and they cut the ride short after an hour.
Back in the cabin Ennis showered while Travis turned on CNN for background noise, then called down to the stable to have the horses picked up.
At the foot of the bed was a sitting area with two big sofas, long table between, a TV, and a fireplace on the far wall.
When Ennis came out of the bathroom Travis, stretched out on a sofa watching spring training highlights, said, “Hey, push that button on the wall, please.”
Ennis crossed the room and punched the button and the gas fireplace came to life. He rolled his eyes at Travis, “Fake fireplace, why aren't I surprised?”
“It's better than hauling logs and ashes, you'll get used to it.”
Ennis thought it was a great idea, but felt he had to keep up his curmudgeonly facade, “Yeah, what's next – instant coffee?”
“Keep working on your comedy routine, I'm gonna take a shower. And take a look through the menu and order us some food, I'm starving.”
Ennis stopped him as he went by and pulled him in for a kiss. “I”m pretty hungry myself...not for room service, though.”
Travis ran his fingers up through Ennis's hair, “For an old guy, you keep up pretty good.”
“Watch your mouth, sonny, I can fuck you under the table any day.” Ennis worked at the zipper on Travis's jeans, got it down and reached in.
“Wait a second...I need a shower...” He felt hot and sweaty from riding, but he was already panting and shoving at Ennis, his eyes closing in anticipation of Ennis's mouth on him.
Ennis trailed his tongue down Travis's stomach, smelling and tasting the dried sweat, muttered, “I like you dirty.”
Ennis dropped his towel and pulled at Travis's jeans, “Get 'em off.”
Travis left his clothes in a pile and turned for the bed, but Ennis grabbed his arm and said, "No. Here”…moved him to the closest wall, tried to slow down but no such luck, pushed into him harder than he meant to, and Travis gasped as the breath left him. Ennis moved with an urgency that Travis loved, and he pushed back for more, any pain forgotten, and Ennis came with one final thrust. He dropped his head down on Travis's shoulder, his arm moving to encircle his waist, pulled him closer as he murmured in his ear, “Too fuckin' good...that was too quick.”
Travis said, ”We have all night...hell, we have all week.” Then he turned in Ennis's arms and kissed him as they leaned against each other.
Travis moved off toward the bathroom, “Order some food while I have a shower…and get some wine for me, I’m tired of whiskey. I'm gonna get you drunk tonight and take advantage of you.”
Travis couldn't remember seeing Ennis like this before, relaxed, almost playful.
Maybe getting him out of Wyoming was the best idea he'd ever had.
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: Ennis, moving on?
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Previously, on All Things Considered...
“Ennis, you loved him. And he's gone.”
Ennis said nothing, but stared out at the Pacific long after Travis had gone inside.
He still had questions...how can saying something out loud make it better all of a sudden? He needed Travis to show him, help him do this.
“You still dream about your wife?” he asked quietly, not even knowing if Travis was awake.
“If I'm lucky.”
Chapter 22
Saturday
Travis woke to weak sunlight feebly trying to force its way around the heavy drapes covering the west-facing window. The room was in semi-darkness but when he rolled over he saw Ennis come out of the bathroom wearing jeans and rubbing a towel over his wet hair.
He walked over to the bed, sat at the edge, leaned over and kissed Travis, “Sleep ok?”
“Yeah, what time is it?” He raised his hand and absently rubbed Ennis's back.
“Almost 7. You must have been beat, didn't move a muscle when I got up. I couldn't sleep – strange bed n'all.”
Then Travis remembered; yeah, right - strange bed.
Still rubbing his back he said, “What was the dream about?”
Ennis hesitated...
“I only remember hearing him laugh, but it was an echo, like in the mountains...must have been dreamin' about Brokeback.” Again.
“Come back to bed.”
Travis was only human. He loved Ennis; and while he thought he was prepared to spend the next week listening to him talk about his love for another man, and helping him recover from his loss, he wanted Ennis to know that he was here, alive, flesh and blood...
Later, when Travis would recall them making love that morning, he would remember that Ennis seemed different somehow…more giving…more open…not that he had ever been a selfish lover, but it was as if he was trying to prove something to Travis, and maybe to himself.
After, Travis rolled onto his back and pulled the blankets up, suddenly cold, then moved closer to Ennis. “It's just always so fucking good.”
Ennis kissed him and started to burrow his head down in the pillow.
“No more bed, we're taking the horses out today.”
He got up, gave Ennis the phone list and, on his way into the bathroom to have a shower, told him to call the stable and ask them to bring up the horses he'd requested. “Tell them we'll be at the main lodge for breakfast, they can have them there by 9:30.”
As they left the dining room, a staffer let Travis know that their horses were ready outside. Ennis was surprised to see good-looking, spirited horses, one saddled with western tack, the other an all-purpose English saddle.
“You thought of everything, didn't you?” he said to Travis, impressed that Travis had given so much thought to all this; he knew he'd never done so for any of their outings – you got what you got. “You knew I wasn't gonna ride on no stripped down saddle.”
“Yeah, well, takes a lot of balance and finesse to ride an English saddle. I figured you'd need a big one, something to hang on to.”
Ennis walked close to him, leaned in and said softly, “I'll give you a big one to hang on to...”
Travis's eyes followed him as he walked to his horse and checked the cinch, mounted, and slapped the reins against the horses flanks, dug his boots in, and urging him on with hands and legs and voice, took off, leaving Travis behind, still not mounted.
“Goddamn it,” he said to himself, “let's just go back to bed.”
Ennis eventually slowed down and Travis eventually caught up; they rode a path through the redwoods, the overhead canopy so thick that only thin shafts of sunlight were able to break through at intervals, the forest floor and lower branches barely dappled with light. But it was colder than they'd thought, and they cut the ride short after an hour.
Back in the cabin Ennis showered while Travis turned on CNN for background noise, then called down to the stable to have the horses picked up.
At the foot of the bed was a sitting area with two big sofas, long table between, a TV, and a fireplace on the far wall.
When Ennis came out of the bathroom Travis, stretched out on a sofa watching spring training highlights, said, “Hey, push that button on the wall, please.”
Ennis crossed the room and punched the button and the gas fireplace came to life. He rolled his eyes at Travis, “Fake fireplace, why aren't I surprised?”
“It's better than hauling logs and ashes, you'll get used to it.”
Ennis thought it was a great idea, but felt he had to keep up his curmudgeonly facade, “Yeah, what's next – instant coffee?”
“Keep working on your comedy routine, I'm gonna take a shower. And take a look through the menu and order us some food, I'm starving.”
Ennis stopped him as he went by and pulled him in for a kiss. “I”m pretty hungry myself...not for room service, though.”
Travis ran his fingers up through Ennis's hair, “For an old guy, you keep up pretty good.”
“Watch your mouth, sonny, I can fuck you under the table any day.” Ennis worked at the zipper on Travis's jeans, got it down and reached in.
“Wait a second...I need a shower...” He felt hot and sweaty from riding, but he was already panting and shoving at Ennis, his eyes closing in anticipation of Ennis's mouth on him.
Ennis trailed his tongue down Travis's stomach, smelling and tasting the dried sweat, muttered, “I like you dirty.”
Ennis dropped his towel and pulled at Travis's jeans, “Get 'em off.”
Travis left his clothes in a pile and turned for the bed, but Ennis grabbed his arm and said, "No. Here”…moved him to the closest wall, tried to slow down but no such luck, pushed into him harder than he meant to, and Travis gasped as the breath left him. Ennis moved with an urgency that Travis loved, and he pushed back for more, any pain forgotten, and Ennis came with one final thrust. He dropped his head down on Travis's shoulder, his arm moving to encircle his waist, pulled him closer as he murmured in his ear, “Too fuckin' good...that was too quick.”
Travis said, ”We have all night...hell, we have all week.” Then he turned in Ennis's arms and kissed him as they leaned against each other.
Travis moved off toward the bathroom, “Order some food while I have a shower…and get some wine for me, I’m tired of whiskey. I'm gonna get you drunk tonight and take advantage of you.”
Travis couldn't remember seeing Ennis like this before, relaxed, almost playful.
Maybe getting him out of Wyoming was the best idea he'd ever had.
