Sometimes Jack wishes it weren't always like a fight, with Ennis, that it wasn't always about control and closer and want and now, but then Ennis pushes him into a tree and Jack doesn't care any more, doesn't even think any more, and pushes back. Their hats are long gone, and he pushes his hand into Ennis' hair, runs his other hand around Ennis' waist and up his back.
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