Drabble (x3): Sundays Ain't for Sinners

[grapesmugglers]

 I guess drabbles are like potato chips (or glasses of wine)!

Title:  Sundays Ain't for Sinners 
Author:  Isabelle
Word Count: 300
Warning:  cursing, religious issues, reference to m/m sex
Brought to you by the letter S and the day Sunday

Fucking hated Sundays, made him feel like a sinner. Would sit in church the few times Alma forced him to go and, like

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[rt_in_town]

Jack sweaty and pantin, his blue eyes dazed cause Ennis had just fucked him within an inch of his life. Jack whispering "think you fuckin killed me this time".

Oooh, believe me, I can see why that would be a much more pleasant and infinitely more distracting thought for Ennis to focus on than the preaching in church :)

This is very sweet, despite the sad formulation of it: Seeing those eyes full of sadness was hell enough on earth for Ennis. Told himself, at least if he went to hell, Jack’d be there with him.
Ennis knows he can't stand seeing his Jack hurt so badly, suffering alone. He'd never let Jack burn alone in hell, if it came to that.