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.