Jack's breath was coming in pants, small clouds of fog errupting as he tried to choose between breathing and keeping his lips on Ennis' skin. The battle wasn't that long, before his mouth descended on the man's jaw, kissing and biting less-than-gently as he pressed himself bodily against Ennis, pinning him to the truck. Still, a hand tried to weasel its way between them, to get at his lover's fly.
"Fuck, man," Jack mumbled near Ennis' ear, before biting down on the love gently, and pressing his temple to the other man's, taking a moment's pause to just hold him, and realize this was really happening.