Friday at the sandbox - Part 12 "A shot in the dark
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground...
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The 'beer date' took an intimate turn when Jack took the plunge...
I’m panting hard. My heart is hammering out of my chest. Ennis has me pinned against the rough wooden wall and I can’t get away. Not that I’m trying to, you understand. His hands slip down my sides to grab at my ass; squeezing, fondling. My fingers fumble at his belt buckle. I’m desperate to touch him. I’m longing to feel that hard warmth in my hand.
Ennis yanks my shirt free and caresses my lower back. He tongues the skin below my ear. “Damn, you’re sexy,” he breathes.
I close my eyes and shudder. How can I want this guy so much? My fingers brush against soft hair on his stomach, denim restricting any movement southwards. I growl in frustration at my slow progress. The jeans are gonna have to go.
I’ve undone two buttons when the piercing wail of a police siren jolts me back to my senses. Ennis jumps away and we both stare at each other in shock. What the hell are we doing? Making out like teenagers after curfew? The last thing we need is to be exposed in public - no pun intended.
Ennis clears his throat and turns away, buttoning up his jeans as subtly as he can. I fix my shirt and brush my hands through my hair in embarrassment. Oh man. Close call.
Ennis turns back to me, clothing and self-control intact. “I’ll… I’ll walk you to your car,” he mutters.
I nod and follow.
I unlock my car as Ennis leans against the rear door, hands in his pockets. He scuffs his feet against the gravel. I don’t want to go but I know it’s for the best. This thing that burns between us could get us into serious trouble if we don’t control it. If it were just us it would ok, but there are other people to consider in this equation. I want nothing more than to take him home and fuck him over and over. But it’s not that simple.
“I… “ I begin.
Ennis looks up at me.
I reach out and tug lightly at his shirt. “Can I see you again?”
“Absolutely.” He smiles and pulls his hands out of his pockets. Those jeans are still looking a bit damn tight in my opinion. “I’m away with work until Thursday, but… “
Ok. Thursday night is Bobby night. “So… I’ll see you Friday?” I say quickly, hopefully. “Maybe we can do play, then lunch?”
Ennis grasps my hand and presses it against his belly. “Friday,” he confirms.
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Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The 'beer date' took an intimate turn when Jack took the plunge...
I’m panting hard. My heart is hammering out of my chest. Ennis has me pinned against the rough wooden wall and I can’t get away. Not that I’m trying to, you understand. His hands slip down my sides to grab at my ass; squeezing, fondling. My fingers fumble at his belt buckle. I’m desperate to touch him. I’m longing to feel that hard warmth in my hand.
Ennis yanks my shirt free and caresses my lower back. He tongues the skin below my ear. “Damn, you’re sexy,” he breathes.
I close my eyes and shudder. How can I want this guy so much? My fingers brush against soft hair on his stomach, denim restricting any movement southwards. I growl in frustration at my slow progress. The jeans are gonna have to go.
I’ve undone two buttons when the piercing wail of a police siren jolts me back to my senses. Ennis jumps away and we both stare at each other in shock. What the hell are we doing? Making out like teenagers after curfew? The last thing we need is to be exposed in public - no pun intended.
Ennis clears his throat and turns away, buttoning up his jeans as subtly as he can. I fix my shirt and brush my hands through my hair in embarrassment. Oh man. Close call.
Ennis turns back to me, clothing and self-control intact. “I’ll… I’ll walk you to your car,” he mutters.
I nod and follow.
I unlock my car as Ennis leans against the rear door, hands in his pockets. He scuffs his feet against the gravel. I don’t want to go but I know it’s for the best. This thing that burns between us could get us into serious trouble if we don’t control it. If it were just us it would ok, but there are other people to consider in this equation. I want nothing more than to take him home and fuck him over and over. But it’s not that simple.
“I… “ I begin.
Ennis looks up at me.
I reach out and tug lightly at his shirt. “Can I see you again?”
“Absolutely.” He smiles and pulls his hands out of his pockets. Those jeans are still looking a bit damn tight in my opinion. “I’m away with work until Thursday, but… “
Ok. Thursday night is Bobby night. “So… I’ll see you Friday?” I say quickly, hopefully. “Maybe we can do play, then lunch?”
Ennis grasps my hand and presses it against his belly. “Friday,” he confirms.
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