A Day in the Life / November 25

[morrobay1990]

Title: A Day in the Life / November 25
Author: morrobay1990
Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 630
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack


Sometimes inspiration comes from unlikely, even odious, encounters.








He’d been busy all week.

He was covering at the ranch for the guys with families so they could have time off for the holiday, working extra hours, no time off to speak of, then dinner at Junior’s for Thanksgiving, spending time with more people than he usually saw in a month...seems he hadn’t had much time to himself, so he spent Sunday alone, pouring a hefty glass of JD and thinking back on old times...in particular that day in June four years after...that day was special to him, then...and now.

Looking back on it, and even later that same day he mentioned it to Jack in the motel room, he couldn’t believe the emotion that had come over him, overtaken him so that he lost control, and it must have been the same for Jack...too much missing, too much longing, too much desperation...and they had kissed for the first time ever, even though he’d thought about it, dreamed about it over those long four years...

Never occurred to him, probably not to Jack either, to do something like that when they were on Brokeback...it was just fucking at first...but it turned into something else in a pretty short damn time, he just hadn’t been able to quite put his finger on it...they were just having fun...of course the sex was the most fun...but it was even more than that...Jack was his first real best friend, he felt close to him even before they started fucking.

Jack was funny, told jokes and stories...one of Ennis’s favorite memories was of the two of them sitting at the fire, even in the cold, drinking, smoking, talking...and Jack could tell a story like nobody Ennis ever knew, and would have him mesmerized, listening as Jack drew word pictures…looking, watching Jack’s face, seeing the different expressions, it was all new to this ranch kid who was on his own for the first time, and Jack seemed so in control, in charge, knew what he was doing, had been places, done things...like rodeo.

So, yeah, it hit him hard when they had to leave early...leave this eden and go back to civilization...but why? Losing his best friend? Had that been the reason? Probably. He’d never felt this close to anyone, not even his brother...no one had ever treated him this way…and one of the things that Ennis would remember was that Jack listened to him.

He’d never considered himself much of a talker...never realized how much he had talked to Jack until he was gone...never realized that he used to save up things to tell him...little things that happened over their time apart...and he remembered Jack would always light a cigarette, lean back on a blanket folded and pushed up against a log, sip at that rotgut Old Rose, sometimes poke at the fire to keep it going, and just listen as Ennis told him the ordinary, everyday, mundane things that made up his life. Jack listened to him...he always listened.

These were the things he thought of every day of those four years apart, the things that made Jack real to him, made him ache to hear his voice, to feel his touch again.

These were the things that boiled up out of him, the things that caused that electric jolt when Jack got out of that truck and took the stairs two and two...and without thinking – maybe he’d done too much of that on Brokeback, maybe they both had – the hug that started as two men glad to see each other, became the kiss of two people simply unable to be apart any longer...a kiss that had been dreamed of was now a reality…and if there had ever been any question that it was love Ennis felt, that first kiss removed all doubt.

Comments

[gwylliondream.livejournal.com]

Oh, really interesting. Do you think the reunion was their first kiss? You write it like that, and the rest of this ficlet makes it all more emphatic if it was their first kiss. It holds a lot more meaning than it would have if you wrote this as if they made out all the time on the mountain. I like your interpretation of it.