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[OOM: After this.]
He'd go to the stables, but he'd have to go through all the people to get there. He'd go-
well, shit, he'd go just about anywhere, really, but he can't. So he's in his fucking shithole of a room at the fucking shithole of the end of the universe, where a fucking shithole tried to kiss him-
they know, they know, they all know
and SHIT if he doesn't just punch the fucking wall.
He'd go to the stables, but he'd have to go through all the people to get there. He'd go-
well, shit, he'd go just about anywhere, really, but he can't. So he's in his fucking shithole of a room at the fucking shithole of the end of the universe, where a fucking shithole tried to kiss him-
they know, they know, they all know
and SHIT if he doesn't just punch the fucking wall.
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"You gonna tell me what happened, or what?"
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He kissed him and it ain't fucking right and it ain't fucking Jack, and he has to keep from pulling his hand away again, angry.
"Shit."
This part's said softly, quietly, as he leans forward.
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He does look up, though, and he looks mostly confused and more than a little angry himself, but it's hard enough just to try and meet Ennis' eyes.
"How the hell'd that come about?" He thinks back to the first week he'd been here, Ennis angry and that guy--what was his name?--on the floor.
"That guy from before? Made another mistake?"
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Wanting to be hit.
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His hand tightens, slightly, moves to the side of Ennis' neck. It's a gesture half of comfort, half of claiming. He pictures some other guy kissing Ennis and it makes him feel sick.
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something, as he shakes his head against what, even he doesn't know.
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"Hey," he says, quiet-like. "It's alright."
it isn't, of course. Not really. But that's what Jack's decided and he's going to make it so if it kills him.
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"Don't you," he says, low, "even think about it," and kisses him, grabbing hold of Ennis' collar, to burn away the feel of that other man with his own breath and his own mouth.
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He pulls back far enough to take a breath, his forehead against Ennis', rubs his thumb over Ennis' cheek.
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"Okay," he mumbles, into Ennis' mouth, "'s okay."
I'm here.
That part doesn't get said, hell, that's just common sense--Ennis needs him, and Jack's there. No question about it.
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"Hey," he says, like he always does, soft. He licks his lip, tastes Ennis there. "You alright?"
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