Brokeback Mountain...2?

My first non-anime or book fanfic! After seeing this movie I decided that more gay sex was needed. I don't own the script, the movie or anything associated with it beside this ficcy ^^


“Congratulations!” A mass of people roared as they clinked glasses and bottles of liquor or beer and then drank heartily. They had finally finished filming all the footage for Brokeback Mountain and were now at the wrap-up party.

It had been difficult filming most parts due to the fact that the weather was vital in most early scenes and there was so much to actually film. Everyone was relieved and happy when they finished; it had taken years to get it all right.

After a few hours, the party died down. Each person went their separate ways back to their families and such. Heath Ledger, one of the main characters, was packing up the clothes and toiletries from his trailer. Toting his bag over his shoulder, he looked back into his trailer one last time. In it, near the tall mirror, sat the hat that his character had sported throughout most of the play. “It wouldn’t hurt to keep something as a memento...” He uttered to himself as he walked back in, snatched the hat, and made his exit.

“Stealing from the set, Heath?” someone asked. Heath whipped around to see Jake giving him a sly look. He gave a relieved sigh and hopped off his trailer steps next to Jake.

“I’m not the only one.” He quipped, flicking the tip of the black cowboy hat Jake held in his hand. Jake gave a throaty laugh and began to walk towards the parking lot, Heath a stride behind him.

Jake plopped the black hat on his head and angled it over his eyes, tipping his head back to look at Heath from under the rim. “That was...interesting to say the least.”

Heath picked up his pace so that he was in perfect stride with the smaller man next to him. “Yeah.”

“I don’t understand why my character had to be killed off! It would’ve worked either way.” Jake added with indignance, making a displeased face.

Heath snorted, “No, it wouldn’t have worked out. The guy on bottom has to be the one that dies.”

“What? Why the hell is that?”

Heath put his own hat on, running the pads of his index and middle finger across the rim. “Well, if they killed off the guy on top, then the guy on bottom would probably be so sad that he would end up killing himself. There wouldn’t be any characters left.”

Jake’s face contorted into confusion. “Who told you that?”

Heath snickered. His eyes glowed with subtle deviance. “I just assumed, that’s all.”

The dark haired man stepped in front of the other, knocking the hat off of his head. “You, my friend, are a strange man.” He rolled his eyes and continued to walk.

Heath picked up his fallen hat. Still bent over he looked up at Jake’s receding figure. “So are you, man.” Coming back to his full stature, Heath followed after him.

When they arrived in the parking lot, Jake located his car. He unlocked the door, threw his bags in the trunk, and turned back to Heath.

“Well Heath, since you and I have already ‘slept’ together, how’s about you and I get something to drink?”

Heath was tired from a long day of work and partying, but a nice calm drink with his new friend seemed overly appealing. “Alright, lemme toss my stuff in my car and I’ll ride with you.”
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The car pulled to a steady halt in the dusty parking lot of a small-town bar. A few of the neon letters in the bar’s name flickered on and off, or were totally burnt out. Two men entered into the musty atmosphere and sat down in a red, leather booth. The taller man ordered two beers, they both sat back and began to converse.

“So,” Jake said with a familiar smile, “Did you have any idea what you were getting into when you auditioned for the role?”

Heath gave a light bark of laughter, “I didn’t think it would be so...intricate? I thought maybe some kissing, hugging...not me nearly ripping your pants off and pretending to fuck you.”

“And then pretending to fuck me again and again.” Jake grinned wide, a little blush playing across his cheeks, and a nervous laugh bubbling from his throat. “Yes, it was very realistic.”

The blonde groaned, covering his face with his hands and muttering comically, “I saw more of your bare ass then I think anyone else has!”

Jake tossed his head back and gave a loud series of laughs, “Probably!”

The waitress brought them their beers, smiling and blushing, having obviously recognized Heath. After she left, Jake glared at Heath over the rim of his beer mug. “All the ladies think you’re hot shit. They only know me as “Bubble Boy!” and think I’m a damn idiot.”

Heath frowned at his new friend, picking up his beer and taking a swig. He let out a sigh after he put the mug back on the table. “You and I just play different roles. Mine tend to be more heroic and dashing, while yours are...goofy...” Jake let his head thunk on the table. “But it doesn’t mean you’re not hot. I should know.”

The blonde man realized what he said a little too late. He was now looking into Jake’s dark, shocked eyes and feeling rather embarrassed.

A few minutes of awkward silence passed, both men sipping their drinks quietly. Jake opened his mouth to say something, but eventually just swallowed his words. The thought of something else to say and began hesitantly, “I never realized how bad gay bashing can be. Until I read the script, I thought it was just guys beating up gays, not killing them so grotesquely.”

Heath sighed, staring with half-lidded eyes at Jake. “Yeah, it’s pretty horrible.”

“I was never homophobic. If I were I probably never would’ve auditioned.” The dark haired man tried to joke.

“I’m glad you did, you were a pleasure to work with. Not like some of the leading ladies I’ve been with that bitch about this and that. God that pisses me off.” Heath scratched his head, rolling his eyes. He waved the waitress over and asked for another round of drinks.

Until the drinks came, they sat in silence again. Almost immediately after being handed his beer, Jake guzzled at it like a thirsty dog. While he drank, he watched Heath out of the corner of his eyes. He watched the blonde’s lips graze the rim of the glass, his eyes then trained on Heath’s Adam’s apple as he gulped his booze.

Jake’s face became hot. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or watching Heath, but he definitely felt warm. Before he knew it he was asking Heath another awkward question; “Did you...like kissing me?”

Heath stopped drinking and put his glass down slowly. His gaze fell on anything but Jake’s face; on the table, the other bar-goers, even the ceiling. What was he supposed to say? The truth? Because the truth was that he really did enjoy it, a little too much. Was Jake looking for a yes or no?

“Umm...I’m not sure.” Heath decided to sound indecisive. His eyes darted over to Jake to see his reaction.

The dark haired man looked disappointed, maybe even a little hurt. He recovered quickly with a smile. “Well yeah, I’m probably the first guy you kissed. You must’ve hated it!” Jake tried to play off his discontent with an uncomfortable laugh.

For some unknown reason, Jake felt his heart twist painfully. What had he expected? For Heath to like kissing another man? He was obviously straight. ‘Yeah, like I’m straight’ he thought cynically. ‘Maybe it hurts because...I liked kissing him...’

He hadn’t realized that he was staring off into nothingness until he felt a warm hand rest onto of his, pulling him out of his reverie. “I didn’t hate it Jake...I...I liked it.” Heath said, barely above a whisper.

Jake looked up from his glass to Heath’s face. He was facing to the side, his lips tinged with red, and his hand cupping his chin and covering his mouth. “Heath...” Jake whispered, twisting his hand in the blonde’s so their palms were cupped together.

Slowly Heath turned back to look at Jake. Their eyes met and he understood. He understood that Jake felt the same way he did, that he wasn’t the only one to feel something strange for the other man.

“I—“ Heath began but was cut off by Jake.

“When we were doing those sex scenes...God, I really wanted you to fuck me. I almost exploded in my pants when we had to do that one make-out scene like 6 times.” Jake admitted, his face flushed.

“Is that the beer talking?” Heath asked as an innocent joke.

“No!” Jake almost yelled, quieting himself by clamping his hand over his mouth. He surveyed the bar to see if anyone looked his way then continued, “No...I’m telling the truth...”
Heath blinked a few times, “Oh.”

Jake pulled his hand back from Heath’s. “Sorry Heath, this is probably really awkward for you...I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

Heath gave Jake a heated look, stood up and started for the door. “Heath...” Jake called with remorse. “Please don’t hate me...”

“Are you coming?” Heath asked, turning slightly so he could see Jake out of the corner of his eye. “I saw a motel on the way here, maybe we can stop by...” He didn’t wait for Jake to reply, he just left hoping Jake would follow.
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It was a small motel, much like the one used in the movie where Jack and Ennis had their reunion. Jake and Heath sat in a room lit with pink and red neon lights and by the faint yellow glow of an aged lamp in the corner. They sat on the same bed except they were many inches apart.

Jake frowned and looked over to Heath, about to say something but Heath leaning over and kissing him softly interrupted him. The dark haired man moaned, leaning into the kiss.

The blonde got to his knees and forced Jake onto his back, proceeding to straddle him.
“Jake...” He huffed between kisses, “I wanted you too. All those time we shot the first sex scenes, and I was behind you...I hoped to dear God you didn’t feel my erection.” Heath breathed heavily into Jake’s ear, “I want you so badly...”

The man under him moaned again, arching his body into his. Heath kissed roughly on Jake’s neck, occasionally nibbling and licking. Jake wrapped his legs around Heath’s waist, pulling their hips together. When he felt Heath’s hard member through his jeans on his leg, he grinded against it.

Heath kissed Jake on the mouth again, forcing his tongue into Jake’s mouth as he rolled the shorter man’s body against the mattress with his hips. The springs of the bed creaked as the two men rocked against each other.

“Heath.” Jake called to his friend to get his attention. The blonde opened his lust hazed eyes to stare into Jake’s brown ones. Jake forced Heath to sit back on his heels so he could have access to his pants. The dark haired man pulled ravenously at Heath’s pants, unzipping them and pulling them down as far as they would go in that position.

Heath halted Jake’s hungry hands, much to the other man’s dismay. He got off the bed and shed his pants and underwear, then his shirt. He stalked over to Jake on the bed and pulled off his pants and shirt. “You’re damn beautiful Jake. I always wanted to tell you that.”

“Not as beautiful as you Heath. Now get your hot ass over here.” Jake sat up, slinging his legs over the side of the bed. He grabbed Heath by the hips and pulled him to his body.

Heath dropped to his knees before Jake. With a devious glint in his eyes, he glanced at Jake before eying his erection. Jake closed his eyes in anticipation and sighed, “Suck me off, Heath.”

Warm heat enveloped Jake’s member as Heath took him in his mouth. He used all the self-control he could muster to not thrust into that wonderful heat. The blonde’s mouth glided up and down over the soft skin of Jake’s cock, his tongue playing with the tip and underside.

As Heath began to suck, Jake could feel his fortification slipping and his climax approaching. “Heath,” He gasped, burying his hands in that soft blonde hair, “I’m gonna come soon...”

Taking that as a cue to stop, Heath let Jake’s member fall from his lips. Crawling, he overtook Jake, once again pressing him into the mattress. They kissed again, almost bruisingly, their lips eating at one another’s mouth with the occasional clacking of teeth. Their lower bodies were rubbing together, the friction stimulating them deliciously.

“Jake...?” Heath beseeched, breathless with passion. “Can I fuck you?”

Jake’s breath hitched. “Please...” he purred, his hands running down Heath’s back to his buttocks. He grabbed them and pulled their hips together even harder as if to emphasize his point.

Heath wrenched Jake’s legs open and positioned himself between them. Slowly he pushes his manhood into Jake’s body, trying to go at a steady pace to avoid pain.

“Oh...God! It hurts!” Jake cried, arching his back and cringing.

“I’m sorry!” Heath panted, trying to slow himself for the sake of his friend’s health.
Soon Jake calmed, letting his body fall back onto the bed. “It’s ok. Keep going."

Heath started as slow as he could but he couldn’t prevent his pace from quickening. His head lolled back, his eyes shut as he thrust wantonly into Jake’s body, occasionally calling out his name.

A quiet, desperate moaned was released beneath him so Heath wrenched open his eyes and looked down to see that Jake had begun to stroke himself. A feeling of indignant filled him without any plausible reason. He swatted Jake’s hand away from his own member so that he could take it and rub it in tune with his thrusts.

“Heath...!” Jake called, wrapping his legs around Heath’s waist, pulling him harder into his entrance.

The blonde thrust fasted uncontrollably, becoming lost in the repetitive motion of their sex. His body began to scream as it reached its limit. His manhood swelled and he knew his climax was imminent.

“Jake, I can’t last...” He cried in a harsh whisper. But Jake had beaten him to it as he came in Heath’s hand and on their bellies while calling out his friend’s name.

Post climax set in, as both men lay tangled in each other on the grimy motel bed. Jake lazily found Heath’s hand and guided his arm to wrap around him. Heath took a deep, relaxing breath trying to slow his pounding heart.

A few minutes of quiet bliss passed before Jake spoke up. “This was a one time thang.” He said in his southern accent. He rolled over to face Heath, their noses only inches apart. “Cause I ain’t no queer.” He gave a little laugh and smiled in amusement.

“I ain’t no queer neither.” Heath said, kissing Jake gently on the mouth before joining in with a laugh and a smile.

Jake’s smile faded a tad. “But seriously, what does this mean for us?”

The blonde pondered for a moment, his face skewing in thought. “Well, we can either end it here, or be something more.”

“Yeah...” Jake replied almost silently. He wanted more, he knew that. But he wouldn’t do anything that Heath wouldn’t want to do. “What do you think?”

A languid hand had begun gliding up and down Jake’s side, caressing the sweat-soaked skin. “I think...” He began, eyes glinting with joy, “...that I’m going to give you my phone number and that we’re going to set up another day for us to be together. Next week sound good?”

Jake gave a relieved and happy grin before crushing their mouths together again. ‘Looks like Brokeback Mountain got us again.’ He thought while their bodies began to heat up once again like they will many times in the future.
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yay! the end! hope you enjoyed my random sexual tryst.