Ennis grunted and growled, animalistic in his need to possess Jack. It wasn't about sex, though Jack could likely feel the throb of Ennis' erection against his thigh.
He'd said the words. He'd typed out the truth. He'd loved Jack for twenty years. Ever since that fated summer on Brokeback Mountain. He'd confessed, and Jack had seen. Jack knew, now, without question, without doubt.
He needed confirmation. He needed to know Jack felt the same. He'd always known, but now it was different. he needed Jack to show him.