Clothes were discarded, left on the floor. Ennis had no need or interest in them now. All he cared about was the man beneath him, the long, familiar lines of Jack's body, the trail of fine dark hairs that skittered down his stomach like a forgotten path to a secret place only they knew.
With a barely audible moan, Ennis leaned in to rub his face against Jack's shoulder, at the same time his hips pressed his erection down against Jack's crotch.