All Night
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1 through F › Brokeback Mountain
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,934
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Brokeback Mountain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
All Night
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ALL NIGHT - A short tale from Brokeback Mountain
Disclaimer: I don't own these cowboys, so I'm merely playing in Ms. Proulx's sandbox!
They threw the hotel room door open and it crashed against the wall behind it. Their hands were already ripping at the other’s shirt. Mouths came together hard and fast, teeth knocking against each other hard enough to draw blood, but neither noticed. They were too caught up in the sheer joy of touching each other, feeling the warmth of the body that had haunted their dreams. Ennis couldn’t count the number of nights he’d woken up, his belly slick with his own seed and Jack’s name on his lips.
The fire was burning too hot, it burned away reason. It made them reckless and bold. They were lucky they remembered enough to slam the door closed. Otherwise, they might have ended up on that bed with the door open, for all the world to see.
Ennis pulled away slightly just to stare at Jack. “God I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
Jack’s eyes closed to slits as he stared at Ennis’ mouth. “I’ve been thinkin’ about what I was gonna to do you every single mile that truck ate up.” Ennis’ mouth came back down on his, for he had never had much use for words, especially not now when their mouths could be doing such more interesting things.
In the next moment, Jack found himself sailing through the air and landing on the bed. The mattress was old and dipped in the middle. Jack rolled slightly into that trough and began toeing off his boots as his hands moved to his belt. Ennis was already shucking off his jeans, the boots tossed in the corner.
Ennis tripped on his way to the bed, his jeans still pooled around his ankles and Jack laughed at the sight. Ennis’ hard cock peeked out from beneath his shirt, crimson and glistening. Jack could not help but lick his lips at the memory of it pushing inside him. “Now that’s what I’ve needed,” he murmured.
Then Ennis was on the bed, his weight pressing Jack into the old mattress. It smelled of mildew and sex but neither of them paid it any mind. They were aware only of each other. Ennis’ hand was already fondling Jack’s cock, stroking and squeezing, causing Jack to tremble and whimper beneath him.
As he had known it would be, this first time was going to be fast and rough. Jack didn’t mind, though he thought he might have enjoyed more kissing even as Ennis turned him over and yanked him back on his knees.
“God, slow down Ennis,” Jack complained in a breathless voice. He wasn’t at all sure he wanted Ennis to slow down and when he felt the moist head of Ennis’ cock pressing against him he knew that slow just wasn’t going to cut it. Not now, not after all this time.
Ennis gave a grunt of effort and pushed inside. Jack moaned low in his throat, his body struggling to accept the abrupt invasion. When Ennis would have started to move, Jack’s hand came back and rested on Ennis’ hip, and he spoke softly, asking him to hold on for just a moment. And though he shook with the effort, Ennis stayed still, his cock resting inside of Jack and the sweat from his nose falling on the other man’s back.
When Jack gave a tentative push back, Ennis gave his backside a playful slap and pulled out partway, only to thrust back inside with a cry. “Jack…” was all he said as he stroked in and out of the tight grip of Jack’s body.
Reaching around, Jack grabbed hold of Ennis’ hand and wrapped it around his cock. Eagerly, Ennis began to stroke the cock that twitched and swelled in his hand.
“Ain’t gonna last,” Ennis apologized in a breathless grunt, his hips snapping at a punishing pace.
“Neither… am… I,” Jack’s words were punctuated by Ennis’ thrusts inside of him. And then Jack spilled over Ennis’ warm hand.
His hips jerking, Ennis squeezed Jack’s cock so hard that he whimpered just a bit at the pain, still reeling from his own climax. Then Ennis gave a shout that surely the truckers on the highway outside heard and Jack felt the heat fill him up.
Ennis continued to shudder above him, his breath coming in panting gasps and his hands fondling Jack’s hips. As one, they collapsed to the bed, their faces smothered in the musty bedspread.
Finally, Jack rolled on his back and pulled Ennis into his arms and reached for a cigarette. He lit it up and handed it to Ennis for a drag. Then he brought it back to his own mouth, feeling the stampeding beat of his heart in his chest. In silence, they smoked and let the sweat dry on their bodies. Ennis wrapped his hand around Jack’s wrist to bring the cigarette to his mouth again and the men shared a sly smile.
They had all night.
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ALL NIGHT - A short tale from Brokeback Mountain
Disclaimer: I don't own these cowboys, so I'm merely playing in Ms. Proulx's sandbox!
They threw the hotel room door open and it crashed against the wall behind it. Their hands were already ripping at the other’s shirt. Mouths came together hard and fast, teeth knocking against each other hard enough to draw blood, but neither noticed. They were too caught up in the sheer joy of touching each other, feeling the warmth of the body that had haunted their dreams. Ennis couldn’t count the number of nights he’d woken up, his belly slick with his own seed and Jack’s name on his lips.
The fire was burning too hot, it burned away reason. It made them reckless and bold. They were lucky they remembered enough to slam the door closed. Otherwise, they might have ended up on that bed with the door open, for all the world to see.
Ennis pulled away slightly just to stare at Jack. “God I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
Jack’s eyes closed to slits as he stared at Ennis’ mouth. “I’ve been thinkin’ about what I was gonna to do you every single mile that truck ate up.” Ennis’ mouth came back down on his, for he had never had much use for words, especially not now when their mouths could be doing such more interesting things.
In the next moment, Jack found himself sailing through the air and landing on the bed. The mattress was old and dipped in the middle. Jack rolled slightly into that trough and began toeing off his boots as his hands moved to his belt. Ennis was already shucking off his jeans, the boots tossed in the corner.
Ennis tripped on his way to the bed, his jeans still pooled around his ankles and Jack laughed at the sight. Ennis’ hard cock peeked out from beneath his shirt, crimson and glistening. Jack could not help but lick his lips at the memory of it pushing inside him. “Now that’s what I’ve needed,” he murmured.
Then Ennis was on the bed, his weight pressing Jack into the old mattress. It smelled of mildew and sex but neither of them paid it any mind. They were aware only of each other. Ennis’ hand was already fondling Jack’s cock, stroking and squeezing, causing Jack to tremble and whimper beneath him.
As he had known it would be, this first time was going to be fast and rough. Jack didn’t mind, though he thought he might have enjoyed more kissing even as Ennis turned him over and yanked him back on his knees.
“God, slow down Ennis,” Jack complained in a breathless voice. He wasn’t at all sure he wanted Ennis to slow down and when he felt the moist head of Ennis’ cock pressing against him he knew that slow just wasn’t going to cut it. Not now, not after all this time.
Ennis gave a grunt of effort and pushed inside. Jack moaned low in his throat, his body struggling to accept the abrupt invasion. When Ennis would have started to move, Jack’s hand came back and rested on Ennis’ hip, and he spoke softly, asking him to hold on for just a moment. And though he shook with the effort, Ennis stayed still, his cock resting inside of Jack and the sweat from his nose falling on the other man’s back.
When Jack gave a tentative push back, Ennis gave his backside a playful slap and pulled out partway, only to thrust back inside with a cry. “Jack…” was all he said as he stroked in and out of the tight grip of Jack’s body.
Reaching around, Jack grabbed hold of Ennis’ hand and wrapped it around his cock. Eagerly, Ennis began to stroke the cock that twitched and swelled in his hand.
“Ain’t gonna last,” Ennis apologized in a breathless grunt, his hips snapping at a punishing pace.
“Neither… am… I,” Jack’s words were punctuated by Ennis’ thrusts inside of him. And then Jack spilled over Ennis’ warm hand.
His hips jerking, Ennis squeezed Jack’s cock so hard that he whimpered just a bit at the pain, still reeling from his own climax. Then Ennis gave a shout that surely the truckers on the highway outside heard and Jack felt the heat fill him up.
Ennis continued to shudder above him, his breath coming in panting gasps and his hands fondling Jack’s hips. As one, they collapsed to the bed, their faces smothered in the musty bedspread.
Finally, Jack rolled on his back and pulled Ennis into his arms and reached for a cigarette. He lit it up and handed it to Ennis for a drag. Then he brought it back to his own mouth, feeling the stampeding beat of his heart in his chest. In silence, they smoked and let the sweat dry on their bodies. Ennis wrapped his hand around Jack’s wrist to bring the cigarette to his mouth again and the men shared a sly smile.
They had all night.
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