It Just Gets Better

The rustling in the tent was distracting. The flaps fluttered and he could hear the sound of cloth hitting the hard ground then a body nestling in. It took every ounce of his willpower to stay still and wait for the movement to cease. Once silence reined he forced himself to his feet and crossed the distance between the fire and the tent. He pushed through the flaps, his hat clenched tightly in his hands and stood before the glorious sight of Jack naked. He was hard instantly-- but he still couldn't make himself lay down beside the angel in front of him.

Jack smiled at him before reaching out to take his hat. He had to wrench from his iron grip but soon it was freed and Ennis was with it. He fell to his knees and buried his head into the crook of Jacks neck. Jack made lots of comforting noises, smoothed his hair and promised him everything would be alright. Soon Ennis was on his back with Jack atop him, mapping his body with sure hands, drawing ragged moans from his throat. Ennis lost all capability for rational thought and the ability to speak went along with it. He became a bundle of nerves and could only react to the stimuli presented.

His shirt was pushed off his shoulders and eager lips attached themselves to his exposed skin. Ennis' fingered buried themselves in Jacks tousled hair and held him tight. His back arched violently as he bit down on his nipple. Agile fingers unbuckled his belt, opened the button fly of his levis and pulled out Ennis' weeping cock.

"This is what you want, in'it Ennis?" Jack drawled, stroking him slowly.

"Yes." Ennis groaned, his hips thrusting.

Jack smiled again and leaned down to take Ennis' cock in his mouth, coating it with saliva. Ennis cried out sharply and his body bucked violently. Jack quickly grasped his hips and held them to the ground.

"Whoa there Cowboy..." Jack teased, his tongue flicking out to taste the fluid pooling at the tip.

Very slowly Jack raised himself and sat astride Ennis. The other mans eyes widened when he realized his intent. Jack placed Ennis' hands at his hips and slowly guided himself down onto his lover. Once he'd sank down the entire length he paused, his eyes at half mast, watching the blatant emotions skitter across Ennis' face.

His eyes were shut tightly, and his teeth were clamped so tight on his bottom lip that blood bubbled to the surface. A sheen of sweat had broken out on his forehead making him glisten in the dim light. Jack splayed his hands on his chest then began to move. Ennis' eyes flew open and locked with his lovers. The sensation of drowning was so strong that both of them began to gasp for breath. Further and further they spiraled until pleasure finally overtook them. Ennis' hands dug so tightly into his hips that Jack could feel the bruises forming but it didn't matter because he was coming harder tan he ever had in his life.

Jack fell bonelessly over his lover, trying desperately to gain his breath. Ennis lay silent below him, his rapidly falling chest the only sign of his passion. It wasn't until they both fell asleep with out a word that their arms found each other and didn't leave until the sun rose the next morning.