Ennis doesn't know love and wouldn't know it if it hit him upside the head. But he knows how Jack makes him feel, knows that low rumbling in his stomach and the way it feels like he's being fucking electrocuted, like all the energy in the room's going through Jack and into him, and he's almost surprised when the clock's still running on the bedside table.
Shit, he says, and he groans it out, moving, now, needing, wanting, needing Jack.
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Date: 2006-04-12 07:52 pm (UTC)Shit, he says, and he groans it out, moving, now, needing, wanting, needing Jack.