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Jack Twist (rodeowithatwist) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-17 17:00:00

Entry tags:

ennis del mar, jack twist

Who: Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar
What: Reuniting ~~and it feels so good~~
When/Where: Now (night-time in France)/Jack's motel room in [French Town]
Warnings: Yes, definately.

Jack was almost regretting making the post, before he had a night's rest. Even still, he knew what he and Ennis would go through tonight would be nothing like what would happen the next morning, if Ennis found out Jack had the ability to contact him, and didn't. Not to mention, he did miss the man, but he still... felt awkward, about admitting as much.

Once his head hit the pillow, he was halfway to sleep, and if Ennis didn't hurry, he'd have to shake Jack to get him awake.

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	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 04:06 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis made quick time of his travel, arriving at Jack's hotel in record time. he beat on the door, prepared to beat it down if Jack didn't open up within a few seconds. Ennis was frustrated and horny, and running extremely low on patience after a month alone while Jack was missing, and possibly dead for all Ennis knew. (Reply to this) (Thread)

rodeowithatwist
2008-08-17 04:09 pm UTC (link)

The pounding didn't go unnoticed, but it did take Jack a moment to decide on a response; on one hand, he was exhausted, and he knew Ennis could kick the door in if he wanted to. On the other hand, letting him get that riled up would probably just be more painful for them (mostly him), in the short term.

Finally, he gave in, heading to the door and undoing the locks. "Shit, cowboy, calm y'damn self. S'asleep."

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	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 04:18 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis had Jack's back to the wall within seconds. He thrust a foot out to kick the door shut, closing them in the room. His body weight pressed Jack to the wall, his mouth crashed against Jack's lips. Hands gripped at his shoulders and dropped to his hips, pulling at the waist of his pants, and moving up to grip the front of his shirt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rodeowithatwist
2008-08-17 04:22 pm UTC (link)

Jack growled a little, weeks of riding and walking without rest making his whole body ache, something only compounded by Ennis' rough treatment. Still, his resistence to the assault was minimal, at best- he was wound up, too, needing Ennis' touch almost as much as he needed to do it.

Hands grasped and tugged at fabric, trying to help with the quest to get them both naked, withough paying much attention to the state of the clothes, or his own personal comfort. He'd been in the same rags for a month, anyway- he would be glad to get out of them.

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	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 04:26 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis was quick to oblige, nearly ripping Jack's clothes in his frenzy to get the man undressed. He discarded the material, far more interested in the exposed skin. His hands darted up to Jack's hair, tugging at the longer, shaggier locks. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rodeowithatwist
2008-08-17 04:34 pm UTC (link)

He obviously hadn't taken the time to cut his hair, through it all, only having bothered to shave in order to feel somewhat less... outcast, when he first made it to the city. He was nominally groomed, but still had the obvious weight loss and bruises from his slight journey as a survivorman.

Jack had Ennis' shirt off, somehow without destroying it, and had his hands rubbing along the bare skin of the man's chest, just glad to touch someone again. Having been a rancher, he wasn't a stranger to long periods of solitude. But that didn't mean he didn't crave Ennis, every day he was gone.

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quiet_cowboy
2008-08-17 04:38 pm UTC (link)

Jack's grooming habits didn't concern Ennis, aside from noticing the longer hair, though if he'd taken time to consider it, he'd be grateful Jack had shaved, before he arrived. He wasn't a fan of facial hair, on himself, or Jack.

As it was, he was far more interested in Jack's body, and getting him in a better position to relieve Ennis' physical frustrations. He jerked his hands down to the front of his jeans, impatient to get the denim off his hips and discarded on the floor.

Jack was naked by this point, though Ennis wasn't in the frame of mind to take even a moment to admire him.

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rodeowithatwist
2008-08-17 04:41 pm UTC (link)

Jack's hands were a little less steady on Ennis' belt, as he wasn't exaggerating his exhaustion, still, he was bound and determined to work through it, at least until the two of them found relief, became balanced again.

After a minute of fumbling, he managed to get through all the fixtures, and get his hands against the skin of Ennis' hips, moaning when he did. He knew it would probably be the last act he had a say in, until things were over, so he wanted to enjoy it.

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quiet_cowboy
2008-08-17 04:47 pm UTC (link)

As soon as his belt gave, Ennis was shimmying out of his jeans. He'd kicked his boots off, he barely remembered doing it. He didn't bother with his socks, his body tight and tense and straining toward Jack.

The two were a tangle or arms and legs, Ennis driven by a need too strong to contain, as he rutted against Jack. They hit the wall with some force, Ennis grunted. Hands groped for a hold on Jack's hips. trying to get himself to pull back enough to line himself up.

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	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 04:50 pm UTC (link)
	Grunting, Jack felt his back scrape against the wall, leaving him even more bruised than he had been. Still, it was too late to turn back, he knew. So he simply worked on coordinating himself to just roll over onto his chest against the wall, letting himself submit fully to the man over him, to make it easier for Ennis to possess him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quiet_cowboy
2008-08-17 05:00 pm UTC (link)

Ennis grunted and growled as he worked his body to cooperate with his need. He dropped an arm to hold Jack across the chest as he spit into his other palm. After slicking his cock, he rocked his hips forward, fingers moving to stretch Jack quickly before assaulting him with his swollen cock. With that hand free, he reached around to grip Jack's cock, palm slick from his spit.

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rodeowithatwist
2008-08-17 05:27 pm UTC (link)

Jack worked himself hard against the fingers once he felt them, knowing he wouldn't get much preparation before he felt the thicker intrusion. And sure enough, there it was, stretching him to the point of pain, as he felt his lower body throb with tension, mingled with a strong sense of lust.

"Fuck," He grunted the word out, as his vision swam from the sensations.

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	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 07:40 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis wasn't able to articulate words, even so much as a guttural 'fuck' It came out as a strangled groan, his hips quickly finding a rhythm pounding into Jack. Unable to keep his feet still, Ennis shifted, slamming Jack against the wall again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 07:45 pm UTC (link)
	Another grunt, as Jack felt his cock pressed against the wall again, the throbbing there at least distracting him from all the other aches in his body. His hips finally adjusted to the rhythm, starting to thrust into the spit-slick grip as well as he could. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 07:50 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis threw his head back, growling. Coming forward again, he sank his teeth into Jack's shoulder, body tense and straining as he neared climax. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 07:53 pm UTC (link)
	The bite did it for Jack, his exhaustion and relief at finally finding Ennis all culminating in a blinding orgasm, his head pressing forward into the wall as he used the hard surface to hold himself up. He spilled himself over Ennis' hand, body shaking from the effort, before he slumped into the wall. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 08:07 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis grunted and pulled off Jack, turning to rest his back to the wall. He felt his knees quiver, but held himself up and leaned his head back against the wall. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 08:13 pm UTC (link)
	Jack managed to fumble his way to the bed, panting. He fell unceremoniously onto the sheets on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for the room to stop spinning. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 08:17 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis stayed at the wall for a long moment, until his breathing evened out and his chest stopped heaving. He pushed off the wall, propelling himself into motion. he went into the bathroom, leaving the door open while he did his business, before moving back to the bed and collapsing next to Jack. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 08:21 pm UTC (link)
	He didn't move until Ennis hit the bed next to him, and even then, he only slid over enough to tangle a leg with the other man's, half playful, half just for the sake of the contact. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 08:33 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis knew Jack was exhausted. He looked it, and Ennis could smell the exhaustion on him. But Ennis hadn't know where Jack was, if he'd ever see him again. His nerves were still humming, spasming with unchecked lust, passion, need. He rolled against Jack, pressing his hips down against his thigh. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 08:36 pm UTC (link)
	Jack knew Ennis didn't need or want permission from him to keep going, so he only gave it tacitly by wrapping an arm around his waist, cranin his neck up just enough to kiss his jaw once, teeth scraping over the skin. He was too tired to get hard again himself, but he wasn't able to deny Ennis. He never was. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 08:40 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis knew he wouldn't get hard again soon, but that wouldn't stop him from acting like he might. He jerked his hips, rubbing himself against Jack. He bent his head and nipped at Jack's shoulder. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 08:45 pm UTC (link)
	As counterintuitive as it was, Jack actually felt himself relax as Ennis rutted against him. For the first time in a month, he had someone there willing to take care of him, keep the ground from sinking from under his feet and his world going to Hell. More than anything, this was about trust, and Jack letting himself just unwind under Ennis' attention. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 08:52 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis managed to reign himself in, slowing his pace. He wasn't exactly gentle, but without the pressure to find his release as quickly as possible, he was able to focus on Jack. His hands were rough and calloused, his teeth nipping at skin, as he moved, stroking and caressing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 08:54 pm UTC (link)
	"Missed y', sonuvabitch," Jack mumbled, letting his breath out in a sigh as he felt Ennis brush over one of the bigger bruises on his hip. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 08:58 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis grunted his response, unable or unwilling to use words. He dragged his mouth down the slope of Jack's jaw to the back of his ear. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 09:00 pm UTC (link)
	Jack took the oppertunity to retaliate with a soft bite to Ennis' ear, moaning against the skin as he felt the hands start to explore lower, further. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 09:19 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis moaned in response tot hat, his hands finally reaching Jack's hip. He stroked his fingers across the plane of smooth skin, marked with black and blue bruises, as much from Ennis as from Jack's recent journey. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 09:22 pm UTC (link)
	His jaw set, as the fingers stroked and pressed against the sensitive skin, and he finally had to squirm just a bit. "S'fuckin' sore, cowboy," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 09:41 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis shifted. Lifting his head, he made eye contact, but said nothing. He eased himself down on the bed, and bent to press a kiss to Jack's hip. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 09:44 pm UTC (link)
	Jack groaned out a breath, when he felt the lips against his skin, but it managed to settle him down, body relaxing as he felt Ennis start to calm down. This was what made the bruises and sores worth it- to be able to see the other man so gentle, to know he actually gave a shit, even if he couldn't say it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-17 10:01 pm UTC (link)
	Words were not Ennis' default communication. He relayed his feelings, his emotions, through touch and through action. His kisses were gentle, and a little bit possessive. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-17 10:03 pm UTC (link)
	Another moan, as Jack carefully moved a hand into Ennis' hair, holding his mouth to his skin. He muttered something, unintelligible, as his head turned to the side, eyes drifting shut as he just basked in it all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-18 08:20 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis took his time, slowly kissing and caressing Jack's skin. The act wasn't so much sexual, as intimate, an expression of Ennis' vulnerability around Jack. After a while, he sighed and settled next to Jack, arms around him, bodies tangled together on the bed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rodeowithatwist 2008-08-18 08:24 pm UTC (link)
	By the time Ennis was done, Jack was half asleep, barely coherent enough to turn into the embrace, reasting his head against Ennis' shoulder. He didn't bother to say anything, just press half a kiss to his shoulder before his eyes shut again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quiet_cowboy 2008-08-18 08:39 pm UTC (link)
	Ennis shifted a little, and closed his eyes. He didn't sleep right away, but lay awake listening to the even lilt of Jack's breathing. (Reply to this) (Parent)