brokeback mountain one-shots and short stories

Home (part two)

It was in no time that Ennis had already bolted down the stairs and was engulfed in the tight embrace of Jack's strong arms.

"Son of a bitch..."  Jack whispered sharply into Ennis' neck. It was really him. They were together for the first time in a whole month.

It was an embrace tighter than any other that Jack and Ennis had shared before.

They reluctantly pulled apart for a moment, just to take in each other's eyes and faces, the memories from the first time they laid eyes on eachother flooding into both of their heads.

Ennis looked around and broke the moment as he mumbled the words "C'mere," pushing Jack up against the wall, kissing him with passion, like he never did before.

Jack cradled Ennis' head as he carressed his hair, hoping this warmth he felt inside him would never end.

They pulled apart, gasping from the intenseness and the overflow of feelings.

"A whole month. My god..." Jack sighed.

"A whole month." Ennis repeated.

"And now it's for real. We're really doing this." Jack said, shaking his head. It just didn't feel real. He wished someone would pinch him.

"I can't believe it. I wouldn't want it any other way." Ennis answered, expressing the same amount of disbelief, maybe even a little more. "I've been waitin' for that rickety-ass truck of yours to show up for forever."

"Well, your wish is my command. It's here. And so is this worn-out son of a bitch."  Jack laughed, presenting himself with a "ta-da!"-like motion with his hands.

"You been drivin' for what, 15 hours it takes to get here? I'd offer you to come inside to take a  break and relax before we get goin' but I'm all out. All the furniture's gone, I finished emptyin' out the place this mornin'." Ennis said, concerned for poor Jack who looked like he could fall asleep at right then and there.

"It's alright. To be honest, I don' even need it. We got good ole' Brokeback waitin' for us. Let's get goin'."  Jack brushed off Ennis' offer, walking over to the bags and boxes Ennis had left on the small porch and began to lift them up and bring them to the trunk, eager to get back on the road. He still had a long way to go.

They spent time for a couple of minutes, walking back and forth from the apartment to the car, lugging boxes of furniture and Ennis' belongings into the trunk... however it'd all fit, that is.

They had finally loaded the last box into the truck, a heavy one, that took the both of them to carry. With a grunt and a loud thud, they let go, and took a step back, making sure everything was in place.

"Looks good. We gotta get goin'." Jack sighed, giving Ennis a pat on the back, and he began to walk away to the driver's seat.

Ennis watched him from the back for a moment, picturing Jack's tired face in his head.

"Where do you think you're goin, rodeo...? I'm not letting you drive all the way up there. You just drove 15 hours in two days. I got this one." Ennis had now started to follow him up to the front of the truck.

Jack turned around, surprised. "I drove all the way here, why not just finish the job?"

"Look at you, man. Your eyes aren't even fully open talkin' ta me."  Ennis said, raising his hand up to Jack's face. "It's alright. I got it. You don't need to drive any more. Give yourself a break."

Jack stared, still reluctant to accept Ennis' offer. "You get enough sleep last night? You're sure you wanna drive?"

"Got more sleep than you, rodeo. Get over there." And with a little shove,  Ennis had started walking Jack by his shoulders to the passenger's seat, made him sit down and closed the door for him.