"...and he found ways to spend it." - 13
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morrobay1990Title: “...and he found ways to spend it...” - 13
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morrobay1990
Genre: post canon
Warning:
Word count: 1040
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."
They emerged from the tent and dressed silently, the air between them now seemed suddenly static-charged and unsafe...Michael reached out to Jack once, but there was no response...Jack got coffee started and nodded toward the stash of food for breakfast, but Michael shook his head...so it was tacitly agreed that they would take the horses out.
Things weren't going at all the way Jack had envisioned.
It was just supposed to be a couple days of sex...and only because he wouldn't see Ennis for another month, at least...part of the reason he was here was the phone call he'd made to Ennis from the motel...Ennis hadn't even tried to do anything about getting away early...the answer was just no...it was always just no, and this time Jack had had enough.
So even though Ennis would never know about these days, Jack couldn't...wasn't supposed to...enjoy it. It was just supposed to be filler.
But he was enjoying it, enjoying Michael...the tenderness and intimacy of their pre-dawn sex was too close...too close...and he was about to put a stop to that.
The day, which had started out clear, soon showed signs of a coming storm...clouds darkened and lowered and the wind picked up, blowing gusty from the north bringing with it an elemental earthy smell.
They rode higher up, horses nose to tail as the trail narrowed, then side-by-side, but the men remained silent...the only sounds were of hooves on hard earth, wind rattling the leaves, occasional scream of an eagle, but from a distance, the sound carrying on the open air.
Jack used the time and the quiet to try to get everything straight in him mind and it was coming easier...he knew what to do, just not quite what to say.
After an hour, they pulled the horses up at a mostly flat area and Jack's breath caught as he looked at the view...a valley stretched in hilly waves to the mountains at the horizon...it was surrounded by ponderosa pines and scrub oak, cottonwood and willow along the valley bottom, and as he followed the tree line higher up, the hills were carpeted with spruce and fir, the area around the dirt on which they stood was dotted with sage and rabbit-brush, juniper and meadow grass...in the distance the mountains rose up, a physical reminder of where his heart lay.
He hated Texas.
They tossed the horses' bridles over some bushes and Jack sat on a dead log, lit a joint and held it to up to Michael, who stood by his horse...they smoked quietly until Michael broke the silence.
“So...what did you want to talk to me about?”
Instead of answering, Jack took another hit off the joint and Michael decided to save him the trouble.
“Look, I heard you on the phone back at the motel...figured I ain't your first choice.”
Hearing it put that way made Jack feel worse than he already did, and he quickly looked at Michael and said, “I didn't think it was gonna be this way...bad enough I even brought you up here...I'm fuckin up all the way around...you, me and him...Jesus Christ...”
He shook his head, disgusted with himself...pissed at Ennis...the only person who didn't deserve what was happening to him was Michael.
But Michael walked over and sat next to him on the log and said, “Didn't exactly hold a gun to my head, Jack...I knew what I was doin...takin a chance, yeah, but you never know...I don't regret it...hope you don't, either.”
Jack crushed the joint out in the dirt turned and straddled the log and looked at the man in front of him.
If only...
If only it was Ennis sitting there...if only Ennis wanted to be here as much as Michael did...if only Jack could break away and be free of the stranglehold Ennis had on him...his eyes lost focus from the pot and from his reverie.
Goddamn it, he was fucking tired of waiting for Ennis...waiting for something Ennis would never be able to give him...waiting for the two times a year he got to see the only person that meant anything.
Ennis was the reason he got up in the morning...the reason he was still married to somebody he didn't love...the reason he went to work every day, and lived in Texas (which he hated), and drank too much...the reason Michael was here in the first place...so why not Michael?
Michael was good-looking, not so bad to be around, he didn't mind talking but he could be quiet, too...damn good lover.
Of course, Michael hadn't asked to be anything to Jack...but Jack had known from the beginning, known in his gut that he could probably have him if he wanted him.
Could he do that? Let go of Ennis...or rather, have someone other than Ennis...for the times Ennis was unavailable to him? He guessed he could never really let go of Ennis, not for good, even though...
Why not? He knew that if it had been Ennis wrapped around him last night...Ennis's eyes he had been staring into this morning...he'd never think of another man...never have the need...never feel the want. What Jack had wanted in 1967 was what he wanted still...for him and Ennis to be together. That's it. End of dream.
End of dream, is right...what if Jack just moved on?
“What's his name?”
Jack snapped back to the mountain.
“Look, Michael, I don't wanna go inta all that...” He looked up at the lowering sky, and turned his collar up at the sudden chill in the air, “We best be getting' back to camp.”
They made their way down the trail, the storm pushing at their backs. Once there, Jack loaded the horses in the trailer and stowed the saddles, covered the supplies best he could and said to Michael, “Lucky you, storm comes up your first time campin.”
Just then fat, cold drops starting falling, Michael looked towards the blackened sky and held his hands out to feel the rain splash on them, then ducked inside the tent.
Jack went to the boxes of covered supplies, and brought into the tent what he thought they'd need to get them through the raging night...
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: post canon
Warning:
Word count: 1040
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."
They emerged from the tent and dressed silently, the air between them now seemed suddenly static-charged and unsafe...Michael reached out to Jack once, but there was no response...Jack got coffee started and nodded toward the stash of food for breakfast, but Michael shook his head...so it was tacitly agreed that they would take the horses out.
Things weren't going at all the way Jack had envisioned.
It was just supposed to be a couple days of sex...and only because he wouldn't see Ennis for another month, at least...part of the reason he was here was the phone call he'd made to Ennis from the motel...Ennis hadn't even tried to do anything about getting away early...the answer was just no...it was always just no, and this time Jack had had enough.
So even though Ennis would never know about these days, Jack couldn't...wasn't supposed to...enjoy it. It was just supposed to be filler.
But he was enjoying it, enjoying Michael...the tenderness and intimacy of their pre-dawn sex was too close...too close...and he was about to put a stop to that.
The day, which had started out clear, soon showed signs of a coming storm...clouds darkened and lowered and the wind picked up, blowing gusty from the north bringing with it an elemental earthy smell.
They rode higher up, horses nose to tail as the trail narrowed, then side-by-side, but the men remained silent...the only sounds were of hooves on hard earth, wind rattling the leaves, occasional scream of an eagle, but from a distance, the sound carrying on the open air.
Jack used the time and the quiet to try to get everything straight in him mind and it was coming easier...he knew what to do, just not quite what to say.
After an hour, they pulled the horses up at a mostly flat area and Jack's breath caught as he looked at the view...a valley stretched in hilly waves to the mountains at the horizon...it was surrounded by ponderosa pines and scrub oak, cottonwood and willow along the valley bottom, and as he followed the tree line higher up, the hills were carpeted with spruce and fir, the area around the dirt on which they stood was dotted with sage and rabbit-brush, juniper and meadow grass...in the distance the mountains rose up, a physical reminder of where his heart lay.
He hated Texas.
They tossed the horses' bridles over some bushes and Jack sat on a dead log, lit a joint and held it to up to Michael, who stood by his horse...they smoked quietly until Michael broke the silence.
“So...what did you want to talk to me about?”
Instead of answering, Jack took another hit off the joint and Michael decided to save him the trouble.
“Look, I heard you on the phone back at the motel...figured I ain't your first choice.”
Hearing it put that way made Jack feel worse than he already did, and he quickly looked at Michael and said, “I didn't think it was gonna be this way...bad enough I even brought you up here...I'm fuckin up all the way around...you, me and him...Jesus Christ...”
He shook his head, disgusted with himself...pissed at Ennis...the only person who didn't deserve what was happening to him was Michael.
But Michael walked over and sat next to him on the log and said, “Didn't exactly hold a gun to my head, Jack...I knew what I was doin...takin a chance, yeah, but you never know...I don't regret it...hope you don't, either.”
Jack crushed the joint out in the dirt turned and straddled the log and looked at the man in front of him.
If only...
If only it was Ennis sitting there...if only Ennis wanted to be here as much as Michael did...if only Jack could break away and be free of the stranglehold Ennis had on him...his eyes lost focus from the pot and from his reverie.
Goddamn it, he was fucking tired of waiting for Ennis...waiting for something Ennis would never be able to give him...waiting for the two times a year he got to see the only person that meant anything.
Ennis was the reason he got up in the morning...the reason he was still married to somebody he didn't love...the reason he went to work every day, and lived in Texas (which he hated), and drank too much...the reason Michael was here in the first place...so why not Michael?
Michael was good-looking, not so bad to be around, he didn't mind talking but he could be quiet, too...damn good lover.
Of course, Michael hadn't asked to be anything to Jack...but Jack had known from the beginning, known in his gut that he could probably have him if he wanted him.
Could he do that? Let go of Ennis...or rather, have someone other than Ennis...for the times Ennis was unavailable to him? He guessed he could never really let go of Ennis, not for good, even though...
Why not? He knew that if it had been Ennis wrapped around him last night...Ennis's eyes he had been staring into this morning...he'd never think of another man...never have the need...never feel the want. What Jack had wanted in 1967 was what he wanted still...for him and Ennis to be together. That's it. End of dream.
End of dream, is right...what if Jack just moved on?
“What's his name?”
Jack snapped back to the mountain.
“Look, Michael, I don't wanna go inta all that...” He looked up at the lowering sky, and turned his collar up at the sudden chill in the air, “We best be getting' back to camp.”
They made their way down the trail, the storm pushing at their backs. Once there, Jack loaded the horses in the trailer and stowed the saddles, covered the supplies best he could and said to Michael, “Lucky you, storm comes up your first time campin.”
Just then fat, cold drops starting falling, Michael looked towards the blackened sky and held his hands out to feel the rain splash on them, then ducked inside the tent.
Jack went to the boxes of covered supplies, and brought into the tent what he thought they'd need to get them through the raging night...
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Date: 2011-05-25 04:49 am (UTC)