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.