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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 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.