Sinner's Prayer

Shotgun

Jack has no time to waste when he dismounts from his mare, leading her by the reins with purposeful steps when he arrives at the barn. Ennis helps him get her in a stall, stumbling when Jack all but pounces him after.

There's a scuffle of boots and heady smacks between their lips. Jack claws at Ennis, needing all the touch he can get from the blond. Ennis jerks back with a fire in his eyes, taking Jack by the waist and all but dragging him to their stall.

Jack hit the palette with a soft grunt, tossing his hat quickly and heat erupting beneath his jeans when Ennis climbs over him. A hand tangles in his hair, jerking back his head so Ennis can latch his lips over Jack's throat.

"Can't we jus' skip ta the part where you fuck me?" Jack says desperately. Ennis chuckles against his skin, curling his fingers tighter in raven locks.

"That what you want?" He says, voice deep in his chest.

"God, yes," Jack huffs, pushing Ennis back and yanking at the buttons on his shirt. Ennis sits up, attacking Jack's belt. It's a race to get undressed, Jack has to lift to yank off his boots, Ennis does the same, jerking his belt, falling back onto Jack for heated kisses. Legs part and blunt nails rake down his back. Jack's all but begging at this point.

Ennis has him pinned, lust blown doe eyes burning with the intensity of their gaze. Jack squirms beneath him, already flushed and spread apart so willingly.

The blond breaks away for just a second, digging under the quilt for something they'd been using in place of spit. He straightens to shove his jeans down, falling from them hot and heavy. Jack takes the liberty to reach, stroking Ennis to full mast.

"Careful with that," Ennis says to mask a moan. Jack looks up at him with a wicked grin, sliding his thumb over the tip to spread the pearl bead that had collected there.

"Can't help it, it's damn near perfect," he says. Ennis fights a blush, scooping transparent slick from a small tub and rubbing it over his first two fingers.

He had a comment about his dick not being pretty like Jack's, but he learned a few rolls in the hay ago that Jack's a little self conscious about being circumcised. So he keeps quiet, instead focusing on the task at hand.

It's completely obscene the way Jack writhes under him during prep. Ennis uses two fingers first, knowing Jack could take it, watching him just about fall apart with that alone. He presses kisses to Jack's face while he does this, pushing, pulling, teasing the boy loose until he's a mess of quiet whimpers and glistening with a layer of perspiration.

It's then that he slicks himself up, leaning back, watching himself press against Jack. They're both disheveled, panting against the air that reeks of hay. He holds the underside of Jack's thigh tenderly, thumb stroking over his skin, eyes glued to where his tip disappears.

Jack shivers, dick twitching, head falling back.

"Yes," he breathes, waiting for Ennis to bottom out. He doesn't, the blond stays, stroking himself as he gently fucks Jack with the head of his cock. Unable to look away from where his tip disappears.

Jack squirms.

"Anytime now, Ennis," he says with an edge of impatience. Brown eyes find him, a gleam of mischief behind them and he pulls out.

"Enniiiss," the brunette whines.

"Easy there, Jack. Nobody likes a bossy bottom," the blond retorts, rendering Jack speechless.

There is a bit of defiance behind his eyes along with the pout in his lips. There's no way Ennis could predict his next move, yanked down by the back of the neck and rolled onto his back.