"...and he found ways to spend it." - 11
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morrobay1990Title: “...and he found ways to spend it...” - 11
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morrobay1990
Genre: post canon
Warning:
Word count: 400
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
”Down in Texas Jack's father-in-law died and Lureen, who inherited the farm equipment business, showed a skill for management and hard deals. Jack found himself with a vague managerial title, traveling to stock and agricultural shows. He had some money now and found ways to spend it."
If you came right down to it, being with Michael wasn't cheating. Not really.
You can only cheat if there is something solid, something concrete, between two people...if you both care about each other, and there's some kind of commitment...if you're together, even when it isn't easy...doesn't even have to be with a piece of paper...but it has to be a hell of a lot more than he had with Ennis.
Wait - what was it he had with Ennis again?
Oh yeah - nothin.
“Can I fuck you?”
Jack considered the question.
He was stretched out on a sleeping bag, mind drifting on a haze of pot that they had smoked earlier. The offer was tempting but at the moment he was more than content to stay where he was and not exert any energy.
He noticed that Michael hadn't made a move either, and it occurred to him that he was probably as stoned and comfortable as Jack was.
He opened his eyes a little and saw Michael looking at him, and suddenly they both erupted in waves of laughter...laughing until their sides hurt...until their faces hurt...the release of all that emotion wearing them out.
After a minute, Jack extended his arm out on the ground and Michael crawled over to him, picked it up and kissed the palm, holding Jack's hand against his face, murmured, “Sweet...sweet...”
He unbuttoned Jack's shirt and unzipped his jeans, moved his lips over his body...what he didn't kiss, he touched with his hands. He laid down and pulled Jack next to him, but there was none of the frantic heat of the night before.
Michael traced a finger along Jack's face, touched his lips, soft and tender...lifted his chin to kiss, but barely touching...looking in his eyes and, his voice low, said words that Jack had never heard...or if he had, he didn't remember.
“...lovely...beautiful...you feel so good...so good...”
He kept touching him so softly, saying quiet words that enveloped them both in a sort of peaceful dream state...Jack closed his eyes and was swept along with the current, the tide of feelings he hadn't felt since...
“Stop...”
Michael looked up at him from heavy-lidded eyes and said in his soft Texas drawl, “Darlin, I like bein here with you...you make me happy...don't tell me to stop...not unless you mean it. Do you mean it?”
He kissed Jack's neck and felt him shiver, “No, I ain't gonna stop...”
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: post canon
Warning:
Word count: 400
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
”Down in Texas Jack's father-in-law died and Lureen, who inherited the farm equipment business, showed a skill for management and hard deals. Jack found himself with a vague managerial title, traveling to stock and agricultural shows. He had some money now and found ways to spend it."
If you came right down to it, being with Michael wasn't cheating. Not really.
You can only cheat if there is something solid, something concrete, between two people...if you both care about each other, and there's some kind of commitment...if you're together, even when it isn't easy...doesn't even have to be with a piece of paper...but it has to be a hell of a lot more than he had with Ennis.
Wait - what was it he had with Ennis again?
Oh yeah - nothin.
“Can I fuck you?”
Jack considered the question.
He was stretched out on a sleeping bag, mind drifting on a haze of pot that they had smoked earlier. The offer was tempting but at the moment he was more than content to stay where he was and not exert any energy.
He noticed that Michael hadn't made a move either, and it occurred to him that he was probably as stoned and comfortable as Jack was.
He opened his eyes a little and saw Michael looking at him, and suddenly they both erupted in waves of laughter...laughing until their sides hurt...until their faces hurt...the release of all that emotion wearing them out.
After a minute, Jack extended his arm out on the ground and Michael crawled over to him, picked it up and kissed the palm, holding Jack's hand against his face, murmured, “Sweet...sweet...”
He unbuttoned Jack's shirt and unzipped his jeans, moved his lips over his body...what he didn't kiss, he touched with his hands. He laid down and pulled Jack next to him, but there was none of the frantic heat of the night before.
Michael traced a finger along Jack's face, touched his lips, soft and tender...lifted his chin to kiss, but barely touching...looking in his eyes and, his voice low, said words that Jack had never heard...or if he had, he didn't remember.
“...lovely...beautiful...you feel so good...so good...”
He kept touching him so softly, saying quiet words that enveloped them both in a sort of peaceful dream state...Jack closed his eyes and was swept along with the current, the tide of feelings he hadn't felt since...
“Stop...”
Michael looked up at him from heavy-lidded eyes and said in his soft Texas drawl, “Darlin, I like bein here with you...you make me happy...don't tell me to stop...not unless you mean it. Do you mean it?”
He kissed Jack's neck and felt him shiver, “No, I ain't gonna stop...”
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mix it up and spit it out
Date: 2011-05-19 12:57 am (UTC)Re: mix it up and spit it out
Date: 2011-05-19 06:44 pm (UTC)Also, yes, stories *are* therapy, both those we read and those we write. They remind us that each life is a story, and we are writing it. Giving it sense. Even when it hurts.
Thank you, I always learn a lot from your comments.