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Ennis Del Mar [Brokeback Mountain] ([info]quiet_cowboy) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-02-11 19:23:00

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Entry tags:ennis del mar, jack twist

Who: Ennis and Jack, and a surprise or two
What: Fooling around on the ranch
When: Today
Where: The...ranch?
Warnings: Cowboys on the ranch? None, really.


Ennis and Jack had seen the animals out to pasture and headed back for some down time at the ranch. Down time turned in to horse play, with the horses out enjoying the early afternoon grazing. Ennis had his flannel shirt off, wearing only a white wife beater and his jeans. His hair was a mess, from his hat and from a flurry of activity, running around with Jack. His hat hung on one of the fence posts, along with his flannel.


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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 12:27 am UTC (link)
Jack was laughing as he found himself once again falling over his own two feet, rather unsuccessfully practicing his roping tricks.

"N'see, this s'why I ain't on no ropin' team. Goddamn," He righted himself and started working the rope around his ankles loose, just as his hat took off in the wind. "Well, shit,"

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 12:34 am UTC (link)
"God damn, boy," Ennis tsked his tongue. "You're worse 'en m'girls ever was. And they wasn't never no good wi'a rope." He shook his head, watching Jack with an amused smile. His thoughts ran back to Alma Junior and Jenny, when they'd all lived above the laundromat. The little patch of grass where they had a rusty old swingset and Ennis had tried, unsuccessfully, to teach them how to wrangle each other with a rope.

he missed Junior most. Jenny had a special place in his heart, but he'd never really bonded with her like he bonded with Junior early on. Maybe if they'd only had Junior...Ennis sighed and clicked his tongue once more at Jack.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 12:40 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, well, 'magine your girls weren't tryin' ropin' after that fifth'a whiskey. Lucky I can spin it, let alone..." He gave the rope a throw, managing to catch Ennis around the chest, yanking to get the rope tight.

He saw the thoughtful look, and just gave another tug as he started to wrap the rope up around his arm, drawing him closer to the other man. He didn't feel like interrupting the thoughts, knowing it wasn't his place to talk about Ennis' other family.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 12:43 am UTC (link)
Ennis gave a token struggle against the rope, but didn't actively fight it off. His eyes turned on Jack, dark and smoldering. He shrugged his shoulders, letting Jack know he could fight if he wanted to, but he allowed Jack to draw him closer.

"Din't nobody tell you y'ain't 'posed to drink an' rope, Jack?"

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 12:49 am UTC (link)
Jack shrugged a shoulder, loosening the loop of the rope and pulling it off of him, standing just outside Ennis' personal space.

"Yeah, well, then I get the horns. 'Never been one for being cautious." The words were hollow, just something to say; he knew Ennis was only half listening, so it wasn't worth trying to pry, unless he felt like fighting- and he didn't.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 12:52 am UTC (link)
"Hmm?" Ennis blinked, as if suddenly remembering Jack was there. He turned at the sound of a horse nearby, he was certain the animals were all out to graze. Seeing nothing, he turned back to Jack, still thoughtful, but also impatient, and looking like he was going to kiss Jack.

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[info]daddysliljunior
2008-02-12 12:59 am UTC (link)
Alma Jr's transition into the world, this world rather, was smoothe. In fact, the vortex wasn't remembered, if noticed, for whatever reason. It was just like any other day. Inside the barn, she lifted Drew up onto her prized Honeysuckle and led the horse outside, holding onto the reins, as the tot laughed with joy, feeling very much like a little cowboy.

A few feet out and they spotted Jack and Ennis and shielding her eyes from the sun, Alma just smiled. Andrew let out an excited whoop and waved his arm.

"Papaw!! 'ook! I ride horsie like you!"

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 01:00 am UTC (link)
Jack head snapped to the side, just as he was about to kiss Ennis, to see the woman and child approaching with the horse.

"Th'hell?" He muttered over to Ennis, automatically giving the man more space, squinting to try and see who it was.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 01:05 am UTC (link)
Ennis pivoted on one heel. The hand nearest Jack clamped down on his shoulder, needing the stability to keep himself upright.

He recognised the woman. Girl. She was his baby girl. He recognised her, but not the child. A child who called out 'Papaw,' and that title seemed to be directed at him.

"Holy..." Ennis started, words totally failing him and fading into dumbed silence.

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[info]daddysliljunior
2008-02-12 01:09 am UTC (link)
Drew began to make a fuss at her so she stopped the horse and reached to lift him down, set him on his feet. immediately, like a little blonde bullet he whipped over to his Grandfather and pow, attatched himself to his legs in a hug.

"You see Papaw? You see me be cowboy??"

With a little laugh, not really close enough to see Jack's face, Alma walked Honeysuckle the rest of the way, meeting up with them.

"Well, he's still learnin' but I reckon he'll be just as good on a horse as. . ." her head turned to look at Jack and Alma's face lost some color, she nearly stumbled back. "Jesus. . that's. . .you're. . .'s not possible. ."

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 01:14 am UTC (link)
Jack watched the exchange with a blank sort of shock, until he saw Alma look at him. With a wincing sort of smile, Jack removed his hat, giving her a nod.

"Howdy, ma'am. I... well," He turned to Ennis, giving him a sort of helpless look. Ennis had never mentioned a son, and his mind wasn't doing the math to realize Alma was too young to be his wife. He was still looking at Drew with a curious expression, trying to piece things together.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 01:20 am UTC (link)
Drew had enough of Ennis in him, that he could have been mistaken for Ennis' son. But his mouth...his mouth was all too familiar to Ennis, and it wasn't a Del Mar mouth.

Clearly, Junior recognised Jack. Jack hadn't changed much over the years, where the last Jack would have seen Junior, she would have been a gawky teenager. Ennis tried to recall, but couldn't pin point exactly. The day in the truck? After the divorce?

"Jack, y'be remembin' m'daughter, Alma Junior. And..." He blinked, rocking on his heels. "M'grandson?" Jack's grandson too, if he wasn't mistaken, though it was impossible. And why wouldn't Jack know it, if his son Bobby was the boy's father. It didn't make sense. Junior and Bobby never even met. Ennis had never even seen so much as a picture of Bobby, but the little tyke in front of him had the unmistakable lilt of a Twist mouth.

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[info]daddysliljunior
2008-02-12 01:25 am UTC (link)
Alma continued to stare at Jack in shock, her hand set over her pounding heart. It just wasn't possible. "Daddy, it aint funny to be makin' any joke like that, and Robert Twist, it aint funny for you to do so neither. Your Daddy would be ashamed to know you'd make such a cruel joke while he's in the grave!"

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 01:32 am UTC (link)
And just like that, the color drained from Jack's face, and he swallowed deeply.

"I- how-" He was somewhere between confused, angry, and deep in his chest, scared. The last he heard, this girl was thirteen. His son was just going on ten. But here she was, all grown up. And this kid- as Jack looked at him some more, he could see the resemblances.

She was too upset to be lying.

He was shocked into stagnance, a look of horrified recognition on his face.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 01:38 am UTC (link)
Ennis felt himself gasp for breath. He heard himself make a pitiful sound in his throat. He stumbled back, ramming against the fence. His hat toppled over to the ground, and he stared dumbly at it.

"What're y'goin' on about, Junior?" He wasn't sure he'd said the words out loud, they could have merely tumbled round in his head.

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[info]daddysliljunior
2008-02-12 01:46 am UTC (link)
Drew watched his Papaw tumble back and covered his eyes, making a whining sound with fear. Junior hurried forward and scooped him up, glaring at Jack. "Now y'see what you've done? I hope you feel like a real wiseass, makin' the baby cry."

Sitting down in the grass she rocked Drew until he calmed down, she shook her head. "I don't see why y'don't let the dead be dead and buried, Robert Twist. No one wanted your Pappy to die. Bad stuff just happens."

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 01:51 am UTC (link)
"I'm not." He finally managed to string the words together, needing to get her to stop, stop saying it. He couldn't be dead. It didn't make sense.

But somehow, he knew. He could feel it. Somehow, she wasn't wrong. And then he realized.

"You turned 13 last year. 1983. It.. it was..." That was all he managed, before his stomach flipped, threatening to spill its contents. He held on by sheer force of will.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 01:56 am UTC (link)
"It don't make no sense. No sense." Ennis shook his head. He was watching Junior with the baby, fascinated, mesmerised. He couldn't look away. Not even to look at Jack. He couldn't take his eyes off that baby. "It ain't real. Ain't none a'this happening."

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[info]daddysliljunior
2008-02-12 02:02 am UTC (link)
Junior stared at Jack with disbelief, but then realization seemed to down over her face. Clutching Andrew closer she backed away. "Risen from the dead. . .this is Satan's work! y'stay away from me and my baby, monster! Don't you take a step near us! We're in the Lord's grace!"

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 02:06 am UTC (link)
It was taking everything in Jack not to run, to fall to his knees, to cry or... something. Anything to make this right. But it wasn't, and he wasn't entirely sure she wasn't right.

"I never died, miss. Fell 'sleep back in '83, woke up here. I ain't dead, miss. I ain't.." He finally gave in to the urge to fall to the ground, putting his hands to his face, holding back the naseua.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 02:14 am UTC (link)
"You go on!" Ennis' eyes flashed. "Y'go on in th' house. Th'baby don't need t'see this here!" Surely Junior had been too young to remember the Fourth of July fireworks show when Ennis had beat down to big mouthed bikers, for being inappropriate around his babies. Even in shock, he put the interest of the child before himself. "Go'n now!"

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[info]daddysliljunior
2008-02-12 02:19 am UTC (link)
Andrew's face was burrowed in his mother's chest and he made a sound at the way his grandfather was yelling at his mother. He clutched her close and she rubbed his back, Junior's eyes flashing similarly at her father. "Don't you be talkin' t'me like tha'. You can't jus' scream at me the way you an' Mama used to." Standing with Andrew wrapped in her arms she hurried away from them into the house, anything to get away from them. Especially when Ennis was in a rage like that. She'd never forget the night she and Jenny had heard their mother screaming for him to leave and how he went off into the snow without so much as saying goodbye.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 02:24 am UTC (link)
Jack lifted his head and watched the pair of them walk into the house, settling into something akin to numbness. His breath calmed almost as soon as she was gone, as Jack turned to Ennis, for once actually scared of how the man was going to react. He looked like he did that last day on Brokeback, threatening him about his time in Mexico. Like he might actually hurt Jack, just to hurt something

He knew better than to try and get away from it, though; he wasn't feeling strong enough to get away, and thought maybe he needed the affirmation he was alive, even if that was sure to be painful.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 02:42 am UTC (link)
As soon as the door banged shut, Ennis erupted with a primitive growl. He was on his feet, charging forward. The forgotten horse reared up and took off at a gallop. Ennis rammed himself at Jack, straddling him, holding him down. Both fists pummeled the ground, barely missing Jack's face, though he wasn't intending to hit Jack.

Tears of frustration and helpless anger burned his cheeks. "Not dead. Y're not dead!" His voice broke and cracked, heaved with sobs as he tried to catch his breath.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 02:53 am UTC (link)
Jack stayed still, ready to take what Ennis dealt out, let him feel for himself that he wasn't dead. They were both there, together, and..

The punches landing drew him out of his thoughts, genuinely shocked as neither fist collided with his body. He let Ennis wear himself down before wrapping his arms around the other man and pulling him down to the ground, clinging to him as if for life, ironic as that was.

One hand slid up into the hair at the back of the man's neck, yanking on it to tilt his head enough to crash his lips against the man's in a kiss.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 03:21 am UTC (link)
That earned Jack a good right hook to the side of his jaw, as Ennis moved against him, still fighting. He sagged then, the blow delivered, and fell into Jack, crying.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 03:27 am UTC (link)
He shook the punch off, not even having it in him to get mad, or strike back. He just settled in to hold Ennis as he cried. After a long minute, he found tears running down his own face, before giving in to a choked sob of his own.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 03:38 am UTC (link)
Ennis allowed himself to cry for a moment, before a shudder made his entire body spasm and he pushed away from Jack. He made a grab for his hat,a nd scrambled to his feet.

"Got t'bring th'animals in."

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 03:43 am UTC (link)
If it was even possible, the shove away hurt more than the punch had, and Jack had to sit and process the reaction for a second before deciding on his course of action.

Jack launched himself bodily at Ennis' knees, knocking him back to the ground, wrestling him down as best he could. "Fuck 'em, Ennis. Just... jus' fuck 'em." There was a meaning there, past the herd, Ennis had to have picked up on.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-12 03:58 am UTC (link)
That was either the absolute worst thing Jack could have done, or the only thing he cold have done. Ennis growled, his eyes wide, his fists at the ready. Arms and legs shot out, seeking contact anywhere he could land. He grunted with the effort, his breath ragged and uneven, his body driven by madness he couldn't name, or even pretend to tame. Jack had let it loose and Ennis wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, until he got it out of his system.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-12 04:04 am UTC (link)
There was the fury Jack had been expecting, and he didn't bother trying to fight back, simply catching as many punches as he could, trying to lessen the damage. He was still crying, shouting futilely at Ennis, trying to snap him out of it.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-13 01:38 am UTC (link)
By the time Ennis rolled away from Jack, breathing hard, Jack must have felt like every bone in his body was broken. Ennis' fists ached, from the beating he'd given himself, and the blows he'd pummeled on Jack. He grunted, and rolled onto his side, puking in the dirt.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-13 01:48 am UTC (link)
Jack was curled in on himself, panting hard, by the time Ennis pulled back. Somehow, he managed to keep conscious, even if he desperately wanted to pass out, to stop the pain.

Still, if there was ever a reaffirmation he was alive, it would be the intense pain he was feeling. And it was better Ennis took it out on him, than on himself. It was him damn fault, after all.

Jack didn't approach Ennis, or even move, afraid that wouldn't be the end, if he did. He just lie still, essentially playing dead until things were calm again; if they ever would be.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-13 02:03 am UTC (link)
Ennis got to his feet. he looked down at Jack, and wiped his hand at the back of his mouth. His eyes were glazed. he wasn't himself. He whuffled an intake of breath and turned on his heels, retreating into the barn.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-13 02:09 am UTC (link)
Managing to prop himself up on an arm, Jack watched Ennis go, unsure of what to do. Going back in the house meant facing Ennis' daughter and... their grandson- but he could find something for the pain. Going to the barn, he was likely to get assaulted again, with Ennis like this; but he was too concerned for Ennis not to go after him.

Carefully, he stood. Deeming himself able to take another punch (or five), he slowly, painfully made his way towards the barn, glancing around and waiting for the inevitable barrage.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-13 02:16 am UTC (link)
Jack barely got both feet inside the doors, well out of sight from the house, and Ennis was on him, backing him to the wall, breath ragged, eyes wild, hair sticking out in all directions. With a grunt, he forced the buckle loose from Jack's jeans, hands scrambling impatiently to tug the denim down.

He was hard as rock inside his own pants, his erection throbbing, aching painfully, pressed against the restricting material of his too-tight jeans. He growled, hands roughly forcing Jack to turn around, then fumbling impatiently at his own buckle, button, and zipper.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-13 02:22 am UTC (link)
Jack's expectation of the assault was the only thing that kept him from crying out, the pain at Ennis grabbing him enough to make his vision blur. Still, he didn't fight it, letting his lover take him how he needed. He was too injured to have much input in what was happening, but he knew it needed to happen. For both of them.

Pressing his face into the wood, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling, biding his time until Ennis exhausted whatever it was had taken over him.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-13 02:41 am UTC (link)
Ennis pounded hard and fast, desperate and primitive. He grunted with each sharp thrust of his hips. His hands pressed tot he wall by Jack's head, fingers digging into the grain, stripping away bits of the wood and imbedding splinters in his fingers.

He cried out, a rare vocalisation, as he climaxed, his seed burning hot through him and into Jack. He gave a final rutting thrust, pressing Jack against the wall, and holding him there, as if afraid to move.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-13 02:45 am UTC (link)
Jack found no pleasure in the act- only pain, and a sense of submission, of possession. But he knew that was the point, and didn't bemoan it ending and leaving him half hard. He was simply glad the moment seemed to be dying down.

He didn't didn't move, didn't speak for the longest time. The only sound was the panting of his breath, accompanied by small, pained noises as his bruised form protested the pressure of Ennis' body against his.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-13 03:27 am UTC (link)
"Y'best get inside." Ennis slipped away from Jack, hands moving to hike his pants up. The buckle had been broken, and he yanked the belt free of his jeans, tossing it to the side. He stepped into Maverick's stall, gently stroking the horse's neck.

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[info]rodeowithatwist
2008-02-13 03:33 am UTC (link)
Finally gathering himself enough to assess the damage, Jack just wiped the blood off his mouth from where he'd bit his own lip in frustration, turning to press his back to the wall and sliding down to sit. He was cold, he was sore, and he knew leaving would've been the smarter option, but he wasn't sure his legs would hold him. He was a damn mess.

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[info]quiet_cowboy
2008-02-14 10:03 pm UTC (link)
Ennis said nothing more, but mounted Maverick and nudged the horse out of the stall and out of the barn, leaving Jack sitting there.

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