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They're hardly in the room before Ennis has Jack pinned against the wall, hands scrambling at his shoulders, kissing where he can. It's hard to remember that this isn't his Jack. This is some other, younger, different Jack. But he smells like Jack and tastes like Jack and kisses like Jack.

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There aren't any words, just a sharp intake of breath and Jack's hands at Ennis' back, at his waist, pulling the shirt up and out of his jeans to run his hands over warm skin. Stubble scrapes and Jack presses into Ennis, lean bodies straining against each other.

He's younger, different--the Jack that Ennis remembers, the one Ennis dreams of, with all his life before him and yet--

Even without being the Jack Ennis knows so well, he has one thing at least in common his older self.

This is all that he wants.

He kisses Ennis back, fiercely.

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This might as well be one of Ennis' dreams, for all he can believe it's real. Pushing Jack backwards even as he kisses him and grasps at him, he pushes him back on the bed, panting.

"Christ."

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Jack drags him down with a hand fisted in his shirt, and they wrestle for a moment, Jack on top, then Ennis, pulling at each other. Jack feels he can't get close enough, can't stop running his hands over Ennis' back, up his shirt.

He fumbles at the buttons, fingers shaking.

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Ennis can't wait for the shirts to come off; he'd never been the patient type, when it comes down to it. Reaching down, he grabs for the waist of Jack's pants, clawing at them. It's almost desperate, and then he breathes, and remembers that they're in a room, some place safe, and he slows down a bit.

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Jack's shirt gets pushed off his shoulders, the undershirt pulled over his head, and he pushes at Ennis', breathing hard, before pushing up, almost sitting up as he pulls the shirt off and flings it away, one hand going to the back of Ennis' head, blue eyes dark. He licks his lips and tastes Ennis there, and reaches down to Ennis' belt, undoing it with shaking hands.

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Ennis' own hands aren't all that steady, either, as he works Jack's pants down around his hips. He leans down and bites at Jack's shoulder, stopping to breathe in the husky scent, that smell he'd know anywhere as Jack.

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"Jesus," Jack bites out, rolls them over and kisses Ennis, hard, muscles in his arms and back standing out as they pull at each other. Belt undone, he works at the button and fly of Ennis' worn jeans, slides one hand down over his hip, between his legs. His heart thuds crazily in his chest while he moves his mouth down Ennis' throat, tasting the salt of his skin.

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Ennis groans, deep and long, and pushes Jack up, fighting again to roll them over. He leans down over Jack. He doesn't know how it is Jack's being so patient; he can hardly wait and it's only been four months, let alone four years.

"Shit, I missed you."

His voice is low and husky as he works Jack's pants over his ankles.

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Jack watches him, blue eyes dark and young and burning, clenches a hand in Ennis' hair pulls him down to kiss him fiercely.

"Christ. Four fuckin years."

His breath comes ragged and hot against Ennis' mouth, his voice husky and low.

"Never could get enough a you."

He shoves at Ennis' jeans, pushes them down, pulls him close, slips a hand down between them.

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Ennis jerks, and pulls at Jack's shoulders, trying to turn him over, not wanting to let him do so yet.

"You're like a damn disease."

But he doesn't seem to mind, kissing Jack roughly, biting at already kiss swollen lips.

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It's more like that first time, than anything else, despite the fact that they're taking it slightly slower. There's no playfulness, no ease--there is desperation, and closeness, and a need so great Jack can just about reach out and touch it.

"Ennis--"

He wrestles with Ennis a moment more, then turns when Ennis pulls at him, his breath coming in great shuddering gasps.

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Ennis' breath is short and heavy; he won't last long, even with how slow they're taking it. Soon enough, he's got Jack by the waist, and it is like that first time, desperate and raw and needy as he jerks and pulls and tries to get closer.

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Jack breathes sharp and loud, his hands clench in the bedsheets. One raises in a fist, hits the bed flat as he hisses, pushes back at Ennis, reaches back and grabs one of his hands from his waist.

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Ennis squeezes Jack's hand tight, tighter, his knuckles going white as he moves harder, faster. It's nothing and everything, this feeling, and he leans down to kiss at Jack's neck as his motions grow more sporatic.

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"Fuck," Jack chokes out, and shudders, his hand on Ennis', gripping tightly enough that his knuckles have gone completely white. His eyes squeeze shut, and he gasps for breath.

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Ennis bites down, covering a grunt as he pushes once, twice, and grabs at Jack's hand, Jack's waist before collapsing on his back, winded.

"Shit."

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Jack falls, boneless and heavy, against him, sweat-slick and breathing hard.

Red marks are coming up on his shoulder from Ennis' teeth, but he doesn't even feel it.

"Jesus."

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slow.

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"I don't never know how you can do that."

He's yawning, and he's reaching for his shirt, pulling the pack of cigarettes out of the pocket. He takes a deep pull and hands it over to Jack even as he falls backwards on the bed, hands rubbing against his face.

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Jack laughs, a low rumble in his chest, shifts closer to Ennis while taking a drag of the cigarette.

"Ain't done it for a long while. Jesus. Forgot you was so damned good."

The cigarette gets handed back, and Jack pushes a hand up through his hair, standing it up wild.

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He wants to ask, again, even though he knows the answer. He wraps his arm around the back of Jack's shoulders and ruffles the hair, moving it even more out of place.

"Ain't nothing like this."

He reaches back for the cigarette, just one more puff, and he's closing his eyes, leaning his head over on Jack's shoulder.

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"Nothin at all," Jack agrees, tired.

He watches Ennis, though, and his hand comes up, gentle, to brush over Ennis' cheek, over sweat-damp hair, before his own eyes slide shut and he lets out a long breath.

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Ennis' breathing deepens, evens out, and he turns slightly, curling into Jack's side as he slips into sleep.

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For all that he is exhausted, it's a while yet before Jack can slip off, but the sound of Ennis' breathing is soothing, and after a while he takes Ennis' hand, pulls it over his waist and clasps it with his own.

A few moment later, he has drifted off.