Not since the beginning, anyway--when Ennis didn't know what to do, though he figured it out soon enough--and Jack shifts closer, runs his hand down Ennis' side and tugs at his shirt, hoping to find skin. He can taste brandy and smoke on Ennis' mouth, the salt of sweat, and it makes something twist in his stomach to realize that someone else could have kissed Ennis like he's doing now.
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Date: 2006-04-12 06:04 pm (UTC)