There was an urgency in Ennis' movement as he undressed both Jack and himself, a tangle of arms as they both sought the same thing. Ennis grunted and growled, his eyes mostly closed, as if he were afraid to look at Jack, as if he were ashamed of what he was, what he needed from this man he hadn't seen for so many years. As if Jack wasn't the one he thought of, when he made love to his wife, as if his hand hadn't sought out the weight of a cock, more than once, when he was with Alma. It made him sick inside, at the same time it made him whole, and to finally have Jack here again, to touch and feel and hold the man agianst him...Ennis felt a high he'd never felt before as his hips rutted against Jack.