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[e_delmar]

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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[jack_f_twist]

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.