Jack breathes heavy and ragged, and Ennis smells like sweat and work along with that tang that is solely Ennis. He feels loose and heavy and sprawled out, and has to think about letting go off Ennis' waist before he actually can, sliding off to the side and landing on his own shoulder with his arm still over Ennis' waist and his face pressed into Ennis' shoulder like he can't breathe without Ennis there.
Hell, for all Jack knows, he can't. So he lies there, all rumpled and loose and considers reaching for a cigarette, and breathes Ennis in.
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Date: 2006-04-13 06:02 am (UTC)Hell, for all Jack knows, he can't. So he lies there, all rumpled and loose and considers reaching for a cigarette, and breathes Ennis in.