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[e_delmar]

[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.

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[jack_f_twist]

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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Ennis is already reaching for them, second nature, like breathing, and he lights one, takes a drag, and hands it over to Jack, eyes closed and a half smile on his face and it's almost like he can't even remember what he was so fucking angry about to start with.

"Shit."

[jack_f_twist]

Jack takes the cigarette and smiles a little to see Ennis smiling a little, scrubs a hand over his face and takes a pull of smoke. It burns on it's way into his lungs, and he hands it back, curling into Ennis with a lazy sort of nod.

"Shit. Yeah."

He likes this moment, when all the tension is dissolved and he can sink into the mattress, close his eyes, let his hand loosely trace Ennis' stomach, his arm.

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He opens his mouth a few times, trying to figure out what the fuck he's trying to say, but just ends up taking a few more drags on his cigarette. Shit if it ain't funny, this feeling that there ain't nobody in the world but them.

[jack_f_twist]

So far as Jack's concerned, there really isn't anyone but them, not now, anyway, and he reaches over to take the cigarette again, opening his eyes so he doesn't miss it and burn one of the two of them with ashes. He sighs out the smoke, smiles a crooked, dopey sort of smile, shifts to lean back against the pillow.

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Ennis opens his eyes when he feels Jack's fingers nudge his for the cigarette, and leans over to look at Jack; look at him close like he doesn't so much here, where the face is smoother and softer.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack blinks up at him, lazily, all rumpled dark hair and drowsy smile while he flicks some ashes from the cigarette into a small dish on the bedside table.

"Hey there."

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He coughs, clearing his throat, and purses his lips into a sedated and self satisfied smirk.

"Hey."

[jack_f_twist]

Jack reaches up, palms Ennis' face to run his thumb along the ridge of cheekbone, and laughs at the smirk.

He also seems to be keeping the cigarette for himself.

"What're you lookin' at, huh?"

[e_delmar]

Huh. Lookit that. Oddly, Ennis don't seem to be moving to get another.

"Just your ugly mug."

But he's grinning when he says it.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack makes a grimace that's really a grin.

"Got all my looks from my momma's side. You callin' my momma ugly, there?"

There's laughter rising just beneath the smoke he exhales.

[e_delmar]

"Shoe fits, wear it."

But he's chuckling a bit, too, with the feel of Jack's chest moving under his head, and he exhales a deep breath again, and wants to say something but can't figure out what.

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Jack wraps an arm around Ennis, and he shakes his head mournfully.

"That's it. Can't stay with no one insults my momma like that."

His arm, warm and solid against Ennis' back makes him a liar, while a little Texas twang slips into his voice, turns can't into cain't.

[e_delmar]

He may be a liar, but Ennis swallows hard at that anyways, the fingers on one hand tightning.

[jack_f_twist]

Think first, then talk ain't ever been Jack's specialty, and he winces a little, feeling Ennis tighten against him. He takes a drag of the cigarette, offers it back to Ennis in silent apology, lets his hand trace the muscles of Ennis' back.

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Ennis takes it, taking a drag and then licking his lips, as if he could taste Jack there. You 'n me ain't together half of him says while the other half yells Liar and insists that Jack ain't fucking going nowhere. Somehow he manages to get his breath and his heart under control, and he nods.

[jack_f_twist]

Nope, they ain't together--just share the same room, the same work, the same cigarettes, the same bed, but Jack thinks back to the way Ennis' jaw had been tight with anger at that unnamed fella who Jack is gonna have some serious words with if he ever finds out who it was, and he thinks back to that first night at the cheap motel and Jack holds his tongue and holds on to Ennis. It's all he can do, sometimes. Hold on and hope.