The only sound from Ennis was his breath, stunted and rough, and his feet moving against the ground beneath him. He grunted and arched against Jack's hand. His eyes closed, his head dropped forward to press against Jack's shoulder.
He strained with a spasm, tensing his entire body. Breathing through it, he shifted, turning Jack suddenly, and slamming him chest down to the side of the truck. Theirs had always been heated, bordering on violent, desperate, rushed, possessive.