Once there was bare skin to be touched, Jack's hands sought it out, grasping at whatever sense of reality he could about the whole thing, afraid he was just having another dream, and he would wake up to find himself back with Lureen in their lackluster marriage. He knew it wasn't really her fault, that they hadn't succeeded. She just couldn't give him what he needed, what he'd desired ever since that summer on the mountain.
Here and now, though, he could finally have that passion again, and he was going to take it, hand gripping Ennis' cock almost desperately, stroking him roughly, wanting Ennis to be the one to turn him around and take him. To feel that sense of submission again.