AU: aftermath

[jack_f_twist]

Jack stalks a good distance out of the bar, fuming and silent, before he tosses his still burning cigarette viciously to one side and rounds on Ennis angrily.

"And just what in the hell was that, Ennis? Huh?"

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[e_delmar]

Ennis closes his eyes at the feel of Jack's hand on his back, and pulls back just a bit.

"Shit."

It's said under his breath and with some sort of emotion. He can't say he's sorry; he's not even sure he is. But the hand he brings up to Jack's face is soft.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack leans into his touch, and his eyes slide shut.

"Yeah," he agrees, tiredly, unwilling to fight any longer, and runs his thumb over the muscles of Ennis' back.

[e_delmar]

His other hand works its way down, down Jack's shoulder, down Jack's arm, until he finds Jack's hand and squeezes it. And maybe it doesn't mean anything out here, in the dark, with nobody around, but it's better than nothing.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack's fingers, rough and callused and strong, squeeze firmly back. And Jack knows he has to take what he can get, and he has to take what Ennis can give, and that's enough.

It has to be.

"Hey," he says, softly. He relaxes, a bit, though the tension remains in his shoulders.

[e_delmar]

Ennis holds on to Jack's hand, holds on for all he's worth as he leans on Jack, into Jack, laying his head on Jack's shoulder.

[jack_f_twist]

"Hey," he says, again, soft, and wraps his arm closer around Ennis, drawing him in, warm and wanting and welcoming the heavy weight of him. He turns his head to press a kiss to Ennis' hair, his thumb moving gently over the back of Ennis' hand.

[e_delmar]

The kiss, the touch, it wraps him in warmth and the tension starts to fall out of his body, and he'd give anything - anything - to right at this moment be back inside back in his - their - bed, curled up.

[jack_f_twist]

It's possible that similar thoughts are going through Jack's mind, as well, and he dips his head to rest his cheek briefly against the side of Ennis' neck, shakes him gently.

"C'mon, cowboy," he says, low. "I ain't standin' out here all night."

[e_delmar]

Ennis nods, and brushes his lips against the side of Jack's mouth before he pulls back and squeezes Jack's hand one last time before dropping it and heading back towards the bar.