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Who: Jack and Ennis
What: Waking Up
Where Their bedroom
When: Backdated to the first morning after they arrived and found that they own a one bedroom ranch house
Warnings: Ennis and Jack. There be sex and violence.


The night passed relatively peaceful. Ennis was a light sleeper, but for the first time in a long time, he slept through the night. As morning dawned, and the sun filtered through the windows, Ennis woke.

His eyes opened, and he knew something wasn't quite right. He was naked. And the body next to him was a bit unexpected. He surged up off the pillows, a breath caught in his throat, eyes wild, nerves and muscles tense.

He felt himself ready to attack, but shifted gears as his mind recognised the man beside him, and replayed the previous night's events. His breath wheezed out, and he rolled forward, against Jack, cock hard from the promise of a fight he'd woken up with, and the thrill of waking next to Jack.

Jack felt the shove of the body next to him and started, eyes snapping open to assess the threat; after spending the last four months living completely alone on the side of a mountain, anything disturbing his sleep was a bad sign. That was until until he recognized Ennis' face, and the realization of what happened the night before hit him. He took a long breath to calm himself, before reaching out to grab Ennis by the back of the neck, and haul him the rest of the way forward, for a hard kiss. They were here, alone, and both had woken up hard. They might as well make the most of it.

Ennis grunted, eyes still wide with residual shock. His hips rolled against Jack, knocking their cocks together. If he could speak, he would insist he wasn't a queer, but with his mouth pressed to Jack's he couldn't be bothered. His eyes closed, and a hand moved to grip the back of Jack's neck.

Once Jack felt Ennis' heated skin brush against his own, labels of what they were or weren't, hell, words at all ceased to matter to Jack. His world was reduced to the mouth and hands on him, the warmth of the sheets around them, and the thrum of his own need, a deep rumble in his chest. He realized then, the rumble was in fact a growl in his chest, as he shoved forward into Ennis, blunt nails raking down the man's back, pulling them flush against each other.

Ennis answered with a matching growl and a tumble that rolled him onto his back, putting Jack on top of him. His hips surged upward, hands dropped to Jack's hips.

Skin slid against skin, cocks fighting for friction and heat as Jack let himself be positioned on top of his lover. Hips jerked of their own volition down into the hard planes of Ennis' body, before Jack reached to prop himself up on his arms to pry them apart just slightly; enough to allow him to bite and kiss along Ennis' jaw and neck.

Ennis' hands traveled roughly over Jack's backside, nails digging into the skin. He gasped and growled, grunted and rocked up against Jack. His cock ached from the friction, and throbbed with a desperate need.

Jack rutted down against the heat and the rough skin of Ennis' hip. His mouth was set against the man's shoulder, biting down to stifle the loud moan caused by Ennis' nail scraping over his sore entrance

Ennis arched his back, a silent plea for Jack to do something more. He couldn't be sure he wouldn't react badly if Jack took some control, but he almost needed him to try. He needed to know what he'd do, if he'd allow it, or flip things around to possess Jack as he often did. He wanted to know if Jack was capable of possessing him.

He sensed the urgency, his own need screaming at him to possess, to take Ennis as he'd let himself be taken so many times. Still, he was aware the underlying danger in that- changing the dynamic without Ennis' express permission could just make him even more sore, in a much more violent kind of way. He decided to start with a middle ground, reaching between them to wrap his hand around them and give a few rough strokes, adding to the friction.

There was a moment, a fraction of a second, when Ennis felt himself rocking forward, to rush Jack onto his back, underneath him. He breathed through it, body straining against Jack, and swallowed the instinct back down. He trusted Jack, in ways he had never trusted anyone. He needed to submit this way, as much as he needed to possess.

Jack was aware of the moment, having grown so used to reading between the lines with Ennis. He was prepared to draw back, but just sighed slightly as he felt it pass, letting the submission push him to be slightly more daring. He moved a knee between the other man's to get his legs to spread, moving to position himself between them. His hand drifted down just slightly, cupping his balls, carefully moving to brush a finger down over his entrance. His eyes were locked on Ennis' face, making sure he wasn't about to be shoved away.

It was there, just below the surface, rubling under his skin, making his nerves jump and pulse. He kept it subdued, his breathing forced and even. His eyes met Jack's and he nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly.

One nod back, just as slight, and Jack crushed their mouths together in a hard kiss, hoping to distract him while he lined himself up against his lover's ass, going slow, giving Ennis every opportunity to back out. He knew this was dangerous, but he wanted this, needed to know what they had was mutual.

Ennis' fist collided with the side of Jack's face and all at once his fingers flexed,, curling again with a grip on Jack's hair, holding him to the kiss. Not letting him go. He grunted, his tongue pressing to Jack's mouth as his hips rolled upward and his muscles spasmed around Jack's entry into him.

Grunting, Jack tried to pull back, to get away enough to retaliate. But then Ennis' mouth was back on his, and he felt himself slide past the man's resistance and all he knew was heat and tongues and the dull taste of copper in his mouth, the blood from his split lip. The pain would come later; for now, it was shielded by the intense feeling of Ennis under and around him.

As he felt himself slide in to the hilt, he paused just for a second, wanting to give Ennis the momentary reprieve, without waiting long enough to give him time to second guess. So soon he was pulling slowly out, pausing less between withdrawl and his next surge forward, setting a slow, surprisingly intimate pace.

The resistance Ennis couldn't surpress slowly ebbed away. He didn't relax, couldn't relax with Jack inside him, his muscles breeched for the first time. He gasped and groaned, his blood pounded in his ears, rushing his senses.

The hand in Jack's hair tightened, pulling at the dark locks. His other hand had a death grip on the sheet at his side.

He was doing his best to keep calm, despite how good it felt, the surprisingly arousing sight of Ennis under him, and the sheer fact that he'd been without for so long. It was so different from their first rough, heated time together, and yet soon he found himself needing to push that extra bit, speeding up, pounding into Ennis with an uncharacteristic force.

In another surge of force, Ennis' hand wrapped around his own cock, pumping to match Jack's pace. The heat had him feeling like he was about to implode, and he strained his head up to slam Jack for a kiss.

Jack was feeling a bit more daring, most of his sense going south with his bloodflow. A rough hand pried Ennis' fist away from his length, struggling in a brief battle for control before shoving the hand to the bed, replacing it with his own, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts. The kiss was hard and fast, teeth clashing and breaths coming in pants against the other's lips. Heat was quickly boiling in his spine, as Jack found himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Ennis grunted, eyes going wide with the shock of Jack's sudden dominance. It was uncharacteristic, and it was damn sexy. The grunt turned to a growl as Ennis' muscles all tensed and spasmed with the force of orgasm.

And then Ennis' heat clenched around Jack, and his world blurred out, eyes rolling back in his head as he was thrust over the edge, coming hard into the other man. He slumped with a rushed exhalation, slamming chest-to-chest against Ennis as he went boneless from his release.

Ennis had Jack flipped onto his back in seconds. His hips rutted aggressively against Jack, though his cock ached from the contact so suddenly after orgasm. He fisted the sheet with both hands, on either side of Jack's head. The movement of his body became frantic, desperate. His face pressed to Jack's shoulder, hips slowed as he gave in to the need to just press himself against Jack.

Jack slowly, carefully wrapped his arms around the man's back, holding him close as he caught his breath, unsure of what he could do to comfort Ennis after laying himself so emotionally bare.

Ennis shook with a suppress sob, his jaw clenched tight together. Tears leaked from his eyes, and though he clearly tried not to make a sound, he couldn't help it.

One of Jack's hands moved to card through the hair at the back of Ennis' neck as he cried, trying to decide what he could do to make this easier for him to bear. Making a quick decision, he tightened the fingers in the strands, pulling at Ennis' hair to get him to look up enough for another kiss, this one slower, more for comfort, than for lust.

Ennis made a helpless sound, but fell into the kiss, his legs moving to tangle against Jack's. Hands sought hands, pressing Jack's arms to the mattress in a weak, but desperate show of dominance.

Jack melted back into the bed at the shove, letting Ennis take whatever he wanted. The show of trust meant something, he knew. But this was what they were, this was comfortable. He relaxed with a sigh as he felt Ennis push and pry at his arms, letting the kiss soften before pulling back altogether, head turning aside and eyes closing in a visible sign of Jack's deference to the other man.

Instinct had Ennis thinking to assaulting Jack, though he swallowed it back. Wanting to possess and wanting to hurt were two different things. Ennis didn't want to hurt Jack. And yet, he couldn't stop his hands form striking out, seeking contact any way he could.

He was willing to let Ennis throw a couple punches, thinking it might help him adjust. But after the first couple, Jack struck back with a growl, knocking Ennis lightly on the jaw to get his attention before taking hold of his arms, wrestling with him until he snapped out of it.

Once Jack had his arms pinne down, Ennis gave one thrust with his legs, but the attempt to knock Jack off him failed, and Ennis went slack under him. Not still, and certainly not limp. Energy drummed in his nerves, his blood still thundering in his veins. His teeth clenched and his breathing came fast and forced, his eyes wide and staring at Jack.

Bending down, he pressed another kiss to Ennis' lips before letting out a soft shush with his breath, mumbling 'easy' against the other man's mouth, trying to calm him the same way he calmed a spooked horse. It was the best analogy Jack could find for the reaction, and seemed fitting enough.

It took a few minutes, which felt like an eternity, before Ennis settled down, only his heaving chest betraying the calm. His eyes had returned to a normal size, and though he held his jaw stiff, his teeth weren't clenched.

Jack let himself relax down to the bed just at his lover's side, lying still and as relaxed as he could be, hoping to lead by example. Part of him was glad the moment was passed, but a small part of him saw what had happened as a good thing. Bleeding lip and all. Realizing his jaw was still sore, he sighed, reaching over the side of the bed to pick up his towel, wiping the blood off his jaw.

Ennis watched, with an almost innocent curiosity. The moment the towel was lowered, Ennis pressed forward, claiming Jack's mouth with a bruising kiss.

Bruising being the key word; Jack grunted with the feel of the pressure on his sore jaw, highlighted by the lack of post-coital high. He let the kiss go for a minute, before having to pull back, wiping his bleeding lip again to make a point.

Ennis reached up, a surprisingly gentle hand covering Jack's. He eased the towel out of Jack's hand and carefully dabbed it at Jack's jaw.

Jack let the other man care for him, the non-bruised corner of his mouth quirking up in a small smile. "Damn good hook, you ass." He knew it was crossing some sort of boundary, to talk about what happened; even to talk at all. But he had to do something, to break through all the tension.

"Fuck," Ennis muttered, eyes darting away and then back to Jack. A slow smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

A nod, and Jack sat back on the bed, running a lazy hand through his hair. "So, you wanna try your hands at somethin' t'eat that ain't outta a can, or are we takin' our chances on m'cookin' skills?"

Ennis very nearly laughed. "I ain't eatin' nothin you cook, damn sure not eatin' nothin' you cook outta a can."

Jack rolled his eyes, standing out of the bed and heading to the dresser to get changed. "Fine, cook y'own damn breakfast. See if I offer again," Still, he had a smile on, throwing a glance over his shoulder to Ennis, with a suggestive nod over towards the dresser on 'his' side

Ennis didn't move to get up right away. Truth was, his ass hurt, and he wasn't sure how easily he was going to get up. He was sure he'd be fine once he managed, but getting there was going to be difficult. It was slightly more aggravating than feeling saddle sore.

For the moment, he was content to watch Jack. "Y'could fic me some eggs an' bacon. Neither those come outta a can."

"I could?" Eyebrows rose, as he worked on buttoning up his shirt. "Goddamn lucky sonuvabitch I am," Still, he chucked a little, and nodded once, heading out of the room. The sound of pots and pans clanging could be heard from the kitchen, a minute later.

Ennis winced as he sat up, once Jack was gone and out of sight. He swung his legs over the side of the bed carefully, and inched toward standing. He held his breath until he was on his feet, his legs slightly bowed from the discomfort.

He spotted the shirts from the closet on the floor, and knelt with a small whimper to pick them up. He replaced the shirts on the hanger, and hung it back in the closet, a hand trailing down the bloody sleeve before the turned away.

He dressed in jeans and a plain white Tshirt. He'd put a button down flannel over the Tshirt later.

By the time he managed to make it to the kitchen, the bacon would be in the grill, eggs being scrambled unceremoniously in a bowl next to the skillet. There was a kettle on, for water for coffee, and Jack was doing his best both to not fall asleep over the stove, or comment on the way he saw Ennis walking.

Ennis shot a glare that threatened him with severe bodily harm if he said one word. Pulling the orange juice from the fridge, Ennis sat at the table, not because he expected Jack to serve him, but because he expected that Jack would serve him.

And serve him Jack did, although slightly less gracefully than he could have, sliding the plate across the table with a grunt. Still, nothing was spilled, and it saved Jack from feeling like the proverbial woman. He pulled the juice over and poured himself a glass, choosing to ignore the look he got from Ennis.

Ennis wasted no time starting to eat. He offered no conversation, instead shoveling the food into his mouth as fast as he could chew it.