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May. 17th, 2006 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_f_twistHe feels dirty. Like he hasn't showered for a week, or more.
The man's body is too small, his hair too dark. His skin doesn't taste anything like what Jack wants.
It's quick, and quiet, and money changes hands and Jack hates himself and hates that golden-eyed son of a bitch Desire even more.
It isn't too rough. He can't push this man like he pushes Ennis. Won't let himself be pushed.
The highway is even lonelier on the way back, darkened before him by the lights of Mexico dimming behind him, somewhere behind him at the end of a winding, slippery road.
Ain't like there's much waiting for him up ahead, though, either.
The man's body is too small, his hair too dark. His skin doesn't taste anything like what Jack wants.
It's quick, and quiet, and money changes hands and Jack hates himself and hates that golden-eyed son of a bitch Desire even more.
It isn't too rough. He can't push this man like he pushes Ennis. Won't let himself be pushed.
The highway is even lonelier on the way back, darkened before him by the lights of Mexico dimming behind him, somewhere behind him at the end of a winding, slippery road.
Ain't like there's much waiting for him up ahead, though, either.
