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Rating: NC-17 for the series but this part is kind of an R.

Warning:m/m, f/f, m/f couplings in the series.

Ch Pairing: Jack & Ennis

The sun was retreating behind the mountains. Not Brokeback Mountain but Pinion Mountain. It had been six days since Jack and Ennis had been cast outside their Eden and sentenced to exile. By the time Aguirre came rumbling up to them it was far too late for covering up. Both boys fully naked, flush on top of each other enjoying the light rain storm as it kissed their flesh roughly coupled on the grassy plateau floor.

"Ya cain't do this shit! It's against God!" Aguirre had thundered, shifted uncomfortably in his saddle and booming down on them, rifle like the Sword of Damocles hovering over their heads. Ennis had jumped up yanking himself out of Jack with a wet sound hurt both of them. Not nearly as much as Aguirre's death stare. They were going to die and it was Ennis's fault. He had always been careful. Made sure not to look to long at anybody man or woman. Kept his eyes low. Didn't want nothing to show but today he could not help himself. Watching Jack with his shirt off tending to the herd had made him insane with wanting him. Jack, for his part, was pleased to be desired and gave Ennis back just as much as he was given. Sucked on Ennis like he was liable to squirt honey and to Jack that's what Ennis's spunk was... no not honey. Ambrosia. The elixer of gods.

The train rumbled over a particularly gravelly patch and jumped and spasmed like it was set to jump the track. In his numbness Ennis had hardly noticed. Woke Jack up though and he was a hard sleeper. His head placed in Ennis's lap Ennis's penis pressing into the back of his neck spurred by memories. Jack turned over onto his back and stared up at Ennis