Ennis & Jack

Order "Guilty Pleasure"

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:56:13 GMT

Hi everyone,

you can order Guilty Pleasure now (as a book, a real book, yes*g*)
@ http://www.deadsoft.de/buch/guilty-pleasure.htm#order

and soon at amazon.

We're very excited about it :)

Watch the trailer again:

Thanks for your support!

Thanks especially to Joker_91 for the trailer.

All the best,

SadAngel and cornflake

Guilty Pleasure ~ New Trailer

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 07:55:00 GMT

Hi friends,

Guilty Pleasure will be published in December 2009. Here's the new trailer. It's in German, but maybe it's time to learn a new language? :)

It will be available on www.deadsoft.de and Amazon

Hugs to all,

Steffi

Summer Heart / Kapitel 9

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 08:30:59 GMT

Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Rating: Adult
Language: German
Genre: AU!AU
Authors: sadangel1980 and me, cornflake2912
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Annie Proulx. We’re not earning any money from this and are writing just for fun.

This is the sequel to Spring Heart.

Feedback: We´d appreciate it.
Authors’ Notes:Thanks to acquaalta for the logo!

Kapitel 1 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/224626.html#cutid1
Kapitel 2 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/238062.html#cutid1
Kapitel 3 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/242630.html#cutid1
Kapitel 4 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/245641.html#cutid1
Kapitel 5 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/248672.html#cutid1
Kapitel 6 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/259170.html#cutid1
Kapitel 7 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/262636.html#cutid1
Kapitel 8 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/268295.html#cutid1

Kapitel 9

Als Ennis wach wird, ist es 11.21 Uhr.
Noch nie in seinem ganzen Leben hat Ennis so lange geschlafen.
Durch den Jetlag ist seine innere Uhr vollkommen durcheinander geraten.
So sitzt der Blonde kerzengerade im Bett und versucht seine Gedanken zu sortieren.
Neben sich unter dem Kissen vernimmt er Jacks Stimme, die ihm schlaftrunken versichert, dass er noch nicht zur Arbeit müsse, weil er sich noch einen Tag frei genommen hat.
Schwungvoll lässt sich Ennis wieder zurück auf die Matratze fallen.
Und ist innerhalb weniger Sekunden wieder eingeschlafen.

Am Nachmittag presst Ennis in der Küche Orangen und Limetten aus.
Durch das Fenster kann er Jack beobachten, der seine Bahnen im Pool zieht.
Ennis schmeißt sich dynamisch ein Küchentuch um die Schultern und beugt sich runter zum Gefrierschrank.
Er holt die Plastikvorrichtung mit den Eiswürfeln hervor und kickt mit dem Fuß die Tür wieder zu.
Dann schlägt er die Eiswürfel auf der Anrichte kopfüber aus.
Kleine Eiskristalle spritzen dabei in alle Richtungen und hinterlassen kurze Zeit später kleine Wasserpfützen.
Klirrend fallen jeweils sechs Eiswürfel in zwei große Gläser.
Als Ennis die Limonade hineingießt, knirscht und knackt es.
Er gibt noch einen Schuss Grapefruitsaft hinzu und steckt zwei Strohhalme hinein.
Dann setzt er sich seine Sonnenbrille auf und schlendert mit den Gläsern durch die Verandatür nach draußen in den Garten.

Jack gleitet auf seinem Rücken durch das Wasser und kann Ennis deshalb schnell wahrnehmen.
Er schwimmt die Bahn noch zu Ende und steigt dann die ins Becken eingebaute Treppe nach oben.
Ennis hofft in diesem Moment inständig, dass ihm dieser Anblick - eines tropfnassen, braungebrannten, wenn auch mit etwas sichtbarer Urlaubsfülle an Bauch und Hüften, schwarzhaarigen Jacks - auch noch in zwanzig Jahren den Atem rauben wird.
Er reicht ihm sein Getränk.
Sie stoßen an und gönnen sich auf einen Schlag die Hälfte der Erfrischung.
Ein lautes, zufriedenes Stöhnen entweicht Jacks Lippen.
Ennis grinst, er weiß, dass seine Limonade der absolute Renner ist.

Beide Männer setzen sich, nur in ihren kurzen Badehosen bekleidet, auf ihre Liegen und genießen die Sonne.
Ihre Füße berühren sich leicht und sie streicheln sich zärtlich mit Zehen, Ballen und Ferse.
Sie grüßen vorbeigehende Nachbarn und halten kurze Schwätzchen.
Heute Abend würden sie für Mrs. Hodgens kochen und sie zum Essen einladen, als kleinen Dank für das Sitten ihres Papageis, denn die alte Dame würde von ihnen eh niemals Geld annehmen.
Als sie sie gestern Abend kurz besuchten, waren kaum zehn Sekunden vergangen, bevor sich Mrs. Hodgens ihre beiden Hände schnappte und voller Zufriedenheit die beiden Ringe musterte.
Sie hatte doch tatsächlich was von „ehrbaren Männern“ genuschelt.

Nachdem del Mar und Twist genug heimische Sonne getankt haben, verkrümeln sie sich nach oben ins Schlafzimmer.
Küsse, die nach Chlorwasser schmecken, werden ausgetauscht.
Ihre nach Sonnenöl duftenden Körper reiben sich aneinander.
Ennis streicht zärtlich Jacks Haare aus dem Nacken und beißt ihn dort liebevoll hinein.
Jack murmelt irgendwas von ihrem Tagebuch, doch Ennis hatte, seit sie wieder hier sind, noch gar nicht weiter hineingesehen.
Macht sich aber mental eine Notiz, dass er dies später nachholen wird.
Dann lieben sie sich in der Nachmittagssonne, die schräg durch ihr Schlafzimmerfenster herein fällt.

Beim Abendessen mit Mrs. Hodgens erzählt Jack nicht nur mit seinem Mund die Geschichten und Erlebnisse ihres Urlaubs.
Nein, er springt auch auf und zeigt der interessierten Nachbarin mit Händen und Füßen, was sie alles erlebt haben.
Zum Essen gibt es gebratenen Fisch, mit kaltem Nudelsalat und Rote Beete.
Archie landet auf Jacks Schulter und bekommt einen Happen zum Probieren, fliegt jedoch gleich wieder meckernd davon.
Dafür schmeckt es den Zweibeinern umso besser.
Sie verabschieden sich mit der Zusage, dass sie in ein paar Wochen auch auf Mrs. Hodgens Haus aufpassen, Blumen gießen und nach der Post sehen werden, wenn die alte Dame ihre Schwester auf dem Festland besuchen wird.

Die Nacht verbringen beide erschöpft Arm in Arm in Löffelchenstellung und wachen erst am nächsten Morgen wieder auf.
Diesmal von zwei Weckern, die Ennis sicherheitshalber gestellt hat, um nicht zu verschlafen.
Ennis liebt diese frühen Morgenstunden im Sommer.
Obwohl es erst kurz nach sechs Uhr ist, scheint die Sonne schon und die Luft riecht unglaublich frisch und verspricht einen erneuten strahlenden Sommertag.

Ennis stiehlt sich aus dem Bett, macht sich fertig, zieht seine Arbeitskleidung an, schnappt sich seine Tasche und will gerade zum Wagen gehen.
Doch er hält noch einmal inne, geht zum Kühlschrank und schreibt auf einen Notizzettel:

Sei fleißig, kleiner Liebling!

Jack hatte davon geschwärmt, dass er einige Ideen für Kurzgeschichten hätte und heute abwarten will, ob ihn seine Muse küssen würde.
Ennis lächelt bei dem Gedanken und malt unter die Notiz noch ein Herz und einen Kussmund.
Schnaufend verdreht er die Augen, verlässt das Haus und fährt zur Arbeit.

Die Kollegen auf der Feuerwache sind nicht minder aufmerksam als Mrs. Hodgens und können ihre Augen gar nicht von Ennis’ silbernem Ring abwenden.
Auch dem Sheriff, der auf einen kurzen Abstecher vorbei kommt, fällt das Band an seinem Mittelfinger gleich auf.
Was Ennis besonders freut, er hegt keine Gedanken daran, die Hand bescheiden in die Hosentasche zu schieben, oder gar den Ring abzunehmen.
Im Gegenteil, seine Brust schwillt immer mehr vor Stolz.

Mittags sitzt er in einer Eisdiele auf der Main Street und ruft zu Hause an.

„Na, Lieblingsautor, wie läuft’s?
Hör mal, wie wär’s, wenn du mich nachher abholst und wir fahren zum Reithof?“

Jack war heute besonders fleißig und ist ganz stolz auf sich selbst.
Er hat gleich zwei Kurzgeschichten mit einer spannenden Handlung und einem überraschenden Ende fertig gestellt und auch schon an seinen Editor geschickt.
Wenn er Glück hat und auch sein Verlag damit zufrieden ist, könnte er vielleicht einen ganzen Band nur mit Kurzgeschichten herausbringen und seinen Lesern abwechslungsreiche Reisen bieten.
Jack gefällt diese Idee und er hofft, dass auch seine Fans davon begeistert sind.

Als er am PC sitzt ruft er seine Verkaufszahlen und seinen Kontostand ab.
Gleichzeitig liest er sich bei Amazon und in seinem Autorenforum neue Bewertungen seiner Bücher durch.
Alles positiv.
Jack ist froh.
Besser könnte es gar nicht laufen.
Das Leben ist schön.

Schnell macht er sich noch ein paar Notizen für eine weitere Handlung, ehe er sich umzieht, frisch macht, die Reitsachen einpackt und sich mit dem Auto auf dem Weg zu Ennis macht.
Diesmal endet der Tag seines Freundes in der Schule, wo er einen Schreinerkurs gegeben hat.
Die Schüler allerdings sind keine Kinder, sondern Erwachsene, die gerade mit lächelnden Gesichtern das Gebäude verlassen.
Auch bei Ennis scheint also alles gut gelaufen zu sein.

Er klopft an die Türe der Werkstatt, tritt ein und sieht wie Ennis gerade noch an einer kleinen Kommode arbeitet.
Ohne zu zögern greift er seinem Freund unter die Arme und poliert das hochwertige Holz mit einem Orangenöl.
Erst, als die Arbeit erledigt ist, nehmen sich die Beiden Zeit für eine angemessene Begrüßung.
Nachdem sie im Urlaub den ganzen Tag zusammen waren, war es nun komisch, die Zeit wieder alleine zu verbringen.

Jack schließt die Türe, verriegelt sie und reibt sich demonstrativ die Hände.
„Wir haben es schon lange nicht mehr an verbotenen Orten getrieben.“
Er grinst, als Ennis die Augen verdreht.
„Was ist los, hm? Nicht in Stimmung? Keine Lust… oder etwa Aaaaangst, dass uns jemand hören könnte?“
Jack weiß, dass Ennis seinen herausfordernden Blick liebt.
Genauso sehr, wie er auf ein kleines Rollenvorspiel steht.
Wahrscheinlich wäre sowieso niemand mehr im Gebäude.
Höchstens der Hausmeister.
Aber der war alt und beinahe taub.
Also stand einem kleinen Intermezzo nichts mehr im Wege.

„Du hast mir gefehlt…“, schnurrt Jack, während er seinen Freund einmal umrundet.
„Ich habs mir heute im Bett gemacht. Auf DEINER Betthälfte. Vielleicht findest du nachher noch Spuren…“
Jack leckt sich über die Lippen, als Ennis Augen sich weiten.
„Dabei habe ich an dich gedacht und mir überlegt, was ich alles mit dir anstellen könnte…“
Jacks Augen haben Feuer gefangen.
Er tritt hinter Ennis, schlingt seine Arme um ihn und legt beide Hände auf die dicke Beule in Ennis Hose.
„Hallo… ! Da geht aber schon einiges, hm?“
Ennis stöhnt, Jack beißt ihn in den Nacken.
„Aber eigentlich möchte ich dich noch nicht so schnell erlösen. Was hälst du davon, wenn du mich mal lieb bittest….?“

Da Spiel ist eröffnet.
Die Rollen verteilt.
So romantisch, zärtlich und liebevoll die beiden miteinander umgehen können, so sehr stehen sie aber ab und zu auch mal auf etwas Härteres, Abwechslungsreicheres.
Und auf einmal ist es soweit.
Die Gelegenheit bietet sich.
Fremdes Terrain erlaubt ausgefallene Leidenschaften.
Eine neue Umgebung sorgt für exotische Phantasien.

„Knie dich hin.“
Der Befehl ist eindeutig.
Jacks Stimme fordernd und kompromisslos.
Und Ennis, der sich nie von jemandem etwas sagen lässt, jahrelang sein eigener Herr war und sein Leben meisterte, zögert nicht eine Sekunde und fällt vor seinem Liebsten nieder.
Jack fasst in den blonden Schopf und streicht durch die weichen Strähnen.
„Hmmm… sehr brav“, lobt er und beugt sich zu einem Stirnkuss herunter.
„Jetzt öffne meine Hose.“
Ennis Hände machen sich an die Arbeit.
„Ah,Ah,Ah!“ hält Jack ihn zurück. „Hände auf den Rücken. Du sollst dich ja schon etwas anstrengen.“
Ennis folgt.
Jack hilft ihm bei der Gürtelschnalle, aber den Rest muss er allein bewältigen.
Und wenn Ennis etwas will, dann schafft er es auch.
Schnaufend und schwitzend hat er die Aufgabe schließlich erledigt.
Jacks Hose hängt ihm auf den Knien, die Shorts sind soweit herunter gezogen, dass Jacks Glied heraus kann.

Jack zittert vor Erregung, sein Hirn ist auf der Stelle wie leergeblasen.
Er weiß gar nicht mehr, was er sagen soll, als Ennis ihn von unten bittend ansieht.
„Mach schon…“, fleht Jack, der es kaum noch erträgt und erst jetzt realisiert, wie schnell sich das Blatt gewendet hat.
Denn nun hat Ennis die Macht.
Nun kann er entscheiden, ob er ihn noch ein wenig leiden lässt, oder gleich zur Sache kommt.

Jack sieht zu ihm hinunter.
Abwartend.
Ungeduldig.
Geil.

„Ennis--- komm schon. BITTE!“

Und dann spürt er ihn schließlich.
Den warmen Mund, der schon jede Stelle an seinem Körper geschmeckt hat.
Den er so gerne küsst, füttert, berührt, beobachtet….
Dem er so gerne lauscht, in den er so gerne… stößt.
Und Ennis lässt es zu, weil er Jack genauso liebt, wie er ihn.

„Ennis…“, keucht Jack, als er kommt. „Oh, Ennis.“

Erschöpft und glücklich geht er schließlich selbst in die Knie und wird von zwei Armen gehalten.

Ja, das Leben mit Ennis ist schön.

Zufrieden lächelnd verlassen zwei erwachsene Männer händchenhaltend das Schulgelände.
Ein Anblick, der sich so nicht unbedingt alle Tage bietet.
Der Ausdruck des Einen gelöst, beinahe beschwingt, mit glänzenden Augen.
Der Andere dagegen noch mit Sägemehlresten an den Knien und dunkelroten Wangen, ob der tiefen Befriedigung, die ihm sein eigenes Verhalten eben beschert hatte.

Ennis öffnet Jack die Wagentür und drückt ihm einen harten Kuss auf die Lippen.
Dann steigt auch er ein und sie machen sich auf den Weg zu Dylans Reiterhof, um Jacks Pferd Four Thunders ein paar Streicheleinheiten zu geben und es ordentlich durch den angrenzenden Wald zu jagen.
Auf der Fahrt herrscht behagliches Schweigen.
Immer wieder schweift Ennis’ Blick nach rechts und ein verspieltes Grinsen stiehlt sich auf seine Lippen.
Ja, er liebte die Arten, wie ihn sein Freund stets neu überraschen konnte.

Am Reiterhof angekommen, statten sie erst einmal ihrem Bekannten Dylan einen Besuch ab.
Wie immer gibt es Kakao und Kekse.
Der Jahreszeit geschuldet, wird die süße Schokolade aber mit kalter Milch serviert.
Erneut lässt Jack innerhalb von fünfzehn Minuten den gesamten Urlaub noch einmal Revue passieren.
Das ist dann das zwölfte Mal innerhalb von drei Tagen und Ennis wundert sich amüsiert, ob der Kerl wirklich nie müde wird.
Während Jack also drauflosschnattert, bemerkt Ennis, dass obwohl Dylan wirklich aufmerksam zuhört und interessiert Fragen stellt, doch ein klein wenig nachdenklich, wenn nicht gar melancholisch wirkt.
Ennis kann nur nicht ausmachen, woran es liegen könnte.

Als die beiden Männer durch die Stallungen spazieren, werden sie wie immer sofort von dem Zauber eingefangen.
Das Schnauben der edlen Tiere.
Das beständige Klackern der Hufe auf dem Boden.
Das permanente Rascheln des Strohs.
Das genussvolle Lecken an den Salzsteinen.
Und das ganz eigene Geräusch, wenn die Pferde ihre Mähnen ausschütteln.
Die ganze Atmosphäre wirkt unglaublich beruhigend.
Nur wenige Tiere sind allerdings hier drin.
Zwei trächtige Stuten, ein verletzter Wallach und drei junge Hengste, die nachher interessierten Käufern gezeigt werden sollen.
Als Ennis und Jack von den überdachten Ställen wieder hinaus in die Sonne treten, erblicken sie den Rest der Pferde, der sich draußen auf den Koppeln austobt.

Ennis klettert auf das Gatter und setzt sich auf den obersten Balken, ein langer
Heuhalm baumelt zwischen seinen Lippen, als er tief durchatmend in die Ferne blickt.
Jack betritt die Koppel und wird nach nur wenigen Augenblicken von seinem vierbeinigen Liebling wiehernd begrüßt.
Nachdem der Vielfraß beinahe einen halben Sack Karotten zu fressen bekommen hat, lässt er sich gnädigerweise dazu herab, gesattelt zu werden und hört mit dem Stupsen und dem Knabbern an der Kleidung auf.
Ennis sattelt parallel ebenfalls einen bildschönen Schimmel, namens Flake.
Dann preschen beide in Richtung Unterholz davon.

Jede Jahreszeit hat ihren ganz eigenen Charakter.
Der Herbst, der die Welt in satte Gold- und Brauntöne taucht und die Lebewesen ganz unweigerlich auf einen Wechsel vorbereitet.
Dann der stille, beinahe entrückte Anblick von verschneiten Landschaften im Winter, wenn die Erde friedlich schlummert.
Doch sobald es im März zu blühen und zu sprießen anfängt, und man die Natur bewusst hört und riecht, weiß man, dass der Frühling ebenso seinen ganz besonderen Charme hat.
Doch der Sommer …
Oh, der Sommer ist einfach unwiderstehlich.
Mit seiner Kraft, die Menschen zu erfreuen und sorgenlos zu machen.
Wenn das Blau des Himmels auf das volle Grün der Wiesen trifft.
Wenn lachende Kinder ins Meer rennen und alte Menschen sich verliebt in die Augen sehen, und sich an so viele gelebte Sommer erinnern.
Und wenn jeder Mensch für ein paar Wochen seine Probleme vergessen kann.

Ennis liegt auf einer Löwenzahnwiese auf dem Rücken.
Jack liegt quer zu ihm, mit dem Kopf im Schoß des Blonden.
Abwesend streicheln Ennis’ lange Finger durch den dunklen Haarschopf.
Die Pferde sind mit den Zügeln nur locker an einem Ast festgebunden.
Ein paar kleine Kumuluswolken haben sich an den sonst endlos blauen Himmel geschlichen und ziehen langsam, für das menschliche Auge kaum wahrnehmbar, vorüber.
Es ist bereits kurz vor neun Uhr am Abend, doch es kommt einem so vor, als wenn er gerade erst begonnen hätte.

Nach einer Weile hebt Ennis vorsichtig den Kopf seines Liebsten an.
Dann dreht er sich so herum, dass er ebenfalls lang ausgestreckt neben Jack liegt, allerdings in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, so dass nur ihre Köpfe auf gleicher Höhe sind.
Lange, genussvolle und sinnliche Küsse werden ausgetauscht.
Lippen und Zungen spielen miteinander, während beide Männer ihre Augen geschlossen halten, um sich ganz dieser gewohnten und doch niemals genügenden Geste hinzugeben.
Und als sie letztendlich doch ihre Augen öffnen und Ennis in dieses Blau blickt, das, umrahmt von einem Fächer aus dunkler Seide, in genau diesem Moment von den Sonnenstrahlen getroffen wird, da weiß Ennis, dass es nichts auf der Welt gibt, mit dem diese Farbe zu vergleichen wäre.

„Du bist das Schönste, was ich je gesehen habe“, flüstert er ihm entgegen und widmet sich wieder Jacks Lippen.

Später, nachdem die beiden Tiere abgerieben und gestriegelt wurden, kehren Ennis und Jack noch einmal zu Dylan ins Haus zurück, der zwar gerade am telefonieren ist, die beiden Jungs jedoch lächelnd hereinwinkt.
Nach ein paar Minuten beendet Dylan das Gespräch und legt seufzend das Telefon auf die Landestation.
Dann setzt er sich zu seinen beiden Besuchern ins Wohnzimmer.
Hastig wischt sich Ennis ein paar Krümel vom T-Shirt, rutscht auf der Couch nach vorne an die Kante und sieht Dylan eindringlich an, ohne vorerst etwas zu sagen.
Dylan windet sich unter Ennis durchdringenden Blick und gibt schließlich auf.

„Okay okay, schon gut, Ennis, du hast gewonnen!“, sagt er lachend und dann an Jack gewandt,
„Gott, ist er immer so penetrant?“

Als Jack ein etwas zu schnelles und etwas zu lautes „Jupp!“ von sich gibt, boxt ihm Ennis spielerisch auf den Brustkorb.

„Also, spuck’s schon aus, Dylan, was belastet dich?“, fragt Ennis nun doch.
„Jungs, es fällt mir wirklich nicht leicht, gerade euch das als erster sagen zu müssen, aber so wie es aussieht, werde ich wohl den Hof verkaufen müssen.“

Dylan hat Krebs.

Obwohl der ältere Mann nie viel geraucht, kaum Alkohol getrunken und den längsten Teil seines bisherigen Lebens an der frischen Luft verbracht hat, erwischte ihn die grausame Krankheit.
Er wurde schon einmal behandelt; vor etwa einem Jahr.
Aber damals schon sagten ihm die Ärzte, dass er wohl nicht um eine Chemotherapie herumkäme.
Und jetzt ist es schließlich soweit.
Der Hofbesitzer muss aufs Festland, ins Krankenhaus, um dort professionell versorgt zu werden.
Wie alte Menschen so sind, hat auch er die dunkle Vorahnung, dass er den Aufenthalt nicht überleben wird.

„So ein Quatsch, Dylan. Du bist doch ein fitter Kerl. Die Behandlung schaffst du doch mit links. Die Medizin ist heut zu tage so weit fortgeschritten, dass du…“

Doch der alte Mann unterbricht Jack.

„Es wird mein letzter Weg sein…“ Dylan schaut nachdenklich aus dem Fenster.
„… und ich möchte, dass die Tiere und der Hof gut versorgt sind. Deswegen muss ich so schnell wie möglich einen Käufer finden. Aber wer möchte schon einen Reiterhof, auf einer kleinen Insel, mit so gut wie kaum einem Einkommen?“

Die Uhr im Wohnzimmer tickt auf einmal unangenehm laut.
Die Aussage, die versteckte Frage steht schwer im Raum.
Und jeder der drei Männer hängt seinen Gedanken nach.

Schließlich lässt Dylan seine Hände laut auf seine Oberschenkel fallen und steht auf.
„Wie dem auch sei… ich möchte euch nicht den schönen Abend vermiesen.
Ihr habt mit Sicherheit noch anderes zu tun.
Seid euch sicher, dass Four Thunders auch weiterhin gut aufgehoben ist.
Es wird sich schon jemand auftreiben lassen, der einen großen Reiterhof möchte.
Jemand, der Tiere liebt… der die Landschaft und die Abgelegenheit der Insel zu schätzen weiß… vielleicht sogar ein nettes, junges Paar, dass den Laden gemeinsam wieder auf Vordermann bringt…“

Dylans Stimme wird immer lauter und bestimmter.
Jack bekommt eine Gänsehaut im Nacken und kann das Haus gar nicht schnell genug verlassen.
Er weiß ganz genau, was der Mann Ennis und ihm damit sagen möchte.
Er spürt die Aufforderung, den Wink mit dem Zaunpfahl.
Und als Jack und Ennis endlich im Auto sitzen und mit Vollgas das Gelände verlassen, atmen Beide schwer aus, als sie um die nächste Ecke biegen.

Sie sehen sich an und wissen genau, was der andere denkt.

Aber ein Reiterhof?
Für Ennis und Jack?
Das Haus in dem Ennis aufgewachsen ist verlassen?
Ihren POOL aufgeben?
Sich in Kosten und noch mehr Arbeit stürzen?
Ohne die Gewissheit zu haben, dass es sich rentieren wird?

Am Abend ist es ruhig im Del Mar- Twist Haus.
Kein Fernseher.
Keine Musik.

Jack sitzt im Arbeitszimmer und korrigiert geschriebene Kapitel, während Ennis auf der Terrasse an einem Stück Holz herum schnitzt.
Als es ganz dunkel wird, treffen sich die Beiden im Bett wieder.
Jeder liegt auf seiner Hälfte auf dem Rücken.
Die Arme hinter dem Kopf verschränkt; nachdenklich in die Finsternis starrend.

Schließlich räuspert sich Jack.

„Mein letztes Buch hat ziemlich viel eingebracht.“

Er hört, wie Ennis sich zu ihm dreht.

„Und der Thailand-Urlaub war jetzt auch nicht besonders teuer.“

Er spürt Ennis Hand auf seiner Wange.

„Wir hätten eine Menge Platz…“

Sein Kopf wird nach rechts gedreht.

„… wären auch immer bei Four Thunders. Wir könnten das Haus umbauen lassen. Ein kleines Hotel daraus machen…“

Jack fühlt Ennis‘ Lippen auf seinen eigenen.
Sie küssen sich.
Nicht tief, oder laut, oder schmatzend.
Nein.
Ganz still nur.
Hauchzart.
Sanft.

Und beide verstehen, dass die Entscheidung hiermit beschlossen ist.
Bald schon wären sie Besitzer einer Pferderanch.
Auch, wenn der Anlass dafür ein sehr trauriger ist.

Bevor Jack an diesem Abend einschläft, sendet er ein Gebet zu Gott, dass sie Dylan irgendwann zu Kaffe und Kuchen einladen könnten.
Und er stolz darauf wäre, was sie aus seinem Hof gezaubert hätten.

Als Jack am nächsten Morgen verschlafen die Treppe herunter in die Küche kommt, erwartet ihn ein bürokratisches Chaos.
Auf dem Tisch und dem Boden liegen Papiere und Ordner verteilt.
Mittendrin mehrere Taschenrechner, Stifte und irgendwo klingelt Ennis‘ Handy.
Jack bahnt sich seinen Weg durch den Urwald, rettet sich zur Kaffeemaschine und gießt sich eine Tasse ein.
Ein tiefer Schluck- und schon sieht die Welt ganz anders aus.

„ENNIS? TELEFON!“

Doch von Ennis fehlt jede Spur.
Mit seinen nackten Füßen schiebt Jack die Papiere beiseite, auf der Suche nach dem immer noch klingelnden Etwas.
Schließlich geht er auf alle Viere und krabbelt über den Boden.
Bis er irgendwann, UNTER dem Tisch, schließlich das Telefon findet.
Das natürlich genau in diesem Augenblick Ruhe gibt.
Jack stöhnt.
Beugt sich auf.
Stößt sich am Tisch.
Flucht.
Reibt sich den Kopf.
Und kriecht leidend wieder hervor.
Als sich plötzlich Ennis‘ Kopf in seine Sichtbahn schiebt.
Und er ihm einen fetten Kuss auf den Mund gibt.

Jack ächzt, lächelt aber im nächsten Augenblick.
„Dir auch einen schönen Morgen, mein Schatz.“

Eine halbe Stunde später sitzen die Beiden am Küchentisch und gehen die Unterlagen durch, die Ennis so „ordentlich“ zusammengesucht hatte.
Kontoauszüge.
Offene Rechnungen.
Darlehensforderungen der Bank.
Langsam aber sicher kommt Licht in die Dunkelheit.
Und es ist klar, dass sie es sich wirklich durchaus erlauben könnten, Dylans Grundstück zu erwerben.

Am Abend werden sie ihn besuchen und ihm ihren Plan mitteilen.

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 11:36:58 GMT

This LJ won't be updated in the next time.

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 21:21:07 GMT

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance...

(Kahlil Gibran)
"The Prophet"

Grey ~ Oneshot

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 12:04:59 GMT

Pairing: none
Genre: Canon
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Annie Proulx. I'm not earning any money from this and write just for fun.
Feedback: I´d appreciate it.
Authors’ Notes: Thanks a lot to Patricia, hellspark72 for the professional beta-work. *hugs*!

Grey

His life has been grey.

Grey, like his clothes.
Grey, like his house.
Grey, like his cigarette’s smoke.
Grey, like the winter- in which his Jack arrived.

Blue like the sky, his eyes.
White like the snow, his skin.
Black like raven’s plumage, his hair.
Yellow like the sun, his shining heart.

One summer he spoke of green meadows.
Turquoise lakes.
Hazelnut horses.
Violet mountain tops.
Colorful days on a mountain, Brokeback Mountain.

Colors, which - thanks to Jack - brought light in his dark life, even though he would never see them.

So, in the end… in the end, again, there was just grey.
Grey, like his wife’s face.
Grey, like his son’s ashes.
Grey like everything that was left and all he ever had.

The Gift ~ Oneshot

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 18:17:50 GMT

Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Genre: Au!Au
Author: sadangel1980 and me, cornflake2912
Warnings: Sad
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Annie Proulx. We're not earning any money from this and write just for fun.
Feedback: We´d appreciate it.
Authors’ Notes: Thanks a lot to Patricia, hellspark72 for the professional beta-work. *hugs*!

The Gift

I could never get enough of having you close. I loved falling asleep next to you and waking up with you in my arms. Each morning you greeted me with a kiss on my nose and when I then opened my eyes the sun rose just for me, no matter if it was raining, storming or snowing outside. The whole house smelled of muffins when you baked them for breakfast. Our house, which we bought about three years ago.
We showered together. You rubbed my back and washed my hair. I loved drying off your body and putting lotion on your soft skin. Saying ‘good-bye’ to you every morning was hard, but I knew we’d see each other again for supper and have the whole night to ourselves.

You were always the first who had to leave. Your boss wanted you to be punctual and your office was far away. We had our own ‘saying-goodbye-ritua;’: First we hugged each other tight, then kissed. The days that you whispered that you loved me were so special to me. Then you climbed into your car and honked three times. Every day. I waved and watched until you had turned the corner. Each and every day.

When we got the call everything changed. Our small, happy world fell apart.

You insisted on keeping your job. I wished I could have kept you with me around the clock so that I could look into your brown eyes and stroke through your blond curls, whenever I felt the need.

For three months now, you haven't been able to work anymore. You are too weak and every movement is an effort for you. I visit you everyday and sit for hours next to your bed, holding your hand. Sometimes, you tell me your dreams. Last night we were at the ocean, you said. We built sandcastles, collected shells and went swimming. When the sun set, we made love in the water.

I try to suppress my tears, but then when I see you lying there almost helpless I just can’t help crying. You are the stronger one of us. You always have been and I’m proud to call you my man.

Every day we wait for good news, but unfortunately you’re a very special person and that’s why the doctors been not been able to save you, so far.

We celebrated your birthday in the hospital. I brought you flowers from our garden. I know you love “forget-me-nots” most. I was allowed to stay with you for the night, because it was your big day. It was so good to fall asleep next to you and hold you in my arms. I prayed and asked God to give you my strength for everything that might come and I sang "Happy Birthday" into your ear - quietly, when you were already asleep.

Today was a hard day. You’ve been in pain, I know it, but you won’t admit it so that you won't worry me. I see it in your eyes, they are drab and bleak and I can even smell that you don’t feel right. I know you too well; you can’t hide it.

I spoke to your doctor today and he told me that if they don’t find a match soon then….

I had them examine me today and I know now that my heart is only beating for you. I immediately signed the declaration. Of course, I haven’t told the doctors what I’m planning to do and I haven’t told you, either. I just looked into your face for the last time. Your hands are so cold, your lips pale. You will feel better soon and I know that we will be together for eternity.

Ennis del Mar, my heart has always been and will forever be yours. I give it to you and I am happy that it will continue to beat within you.

With love,
Your man Jack Twist.

*~*~*~*~*~*

You took your own life on a Thursday and I don’t know if I should hate or love Thursdays from now on. I don’t know if I can feel hate or even if I can feel anything at all. There’s nothing but emptiness in me.

I detest keeping a diary, you know that, but my therapist forces me to, in a gently kind of way.

Sometimes I cry so hard I can’t even see anything. Then I have to stop and wait until the tears have dried up to continue writing, to write to you. Words you will never read.

There are moments I would love to hit you for the stupid thing you have done. The worst thing is: You didn’t even give me the chance to say good-bye. You just left.

I miss you. So much that I can’t stand it. Day to day, it's the little things I notice. And then I need to sit down because I feel as if the ground is torn from under me.

The clinking of a knife against a jar of marmalade and how you used to make music like that.

The squeaking of the the floorboards in the house. It took five weeks for me to not start calling out your name in the hallway.

One time I found an old receipt from the dry cleaner’s, where you had dropped off your nice suit. When I went to pick it up and the girl who helped me asked me to say "Hello" to you, I burst into tears.

I can’t stand it if anybody touches me. Not my sister and not our friends, because I feel your touch in me every second of the day and it fills me so completely that no other touch stands a chance.

I tidied up the garage. I know I should take it easy, but there isn't anybody else who could do it. I found an old framed picture of us, New Year’s Eve, three years ago. You’re licking my cheek and we’re grinning sheepishly into the camera. Jesus, you’re so beautiful, Jack, and I miss your smile so badly!

The other day, I was in the pool for my physical therapy. Some people whispered when they saw my scar, but I wear it proudly. It’s all I have left of you.

At night, I lay on my side and feel you stinging in me. I then put my hand on my chest and can see you behind my closed eyes.

Jack, I’m dying with longing. There are days that I forget and think you are on a business trip and will come back home to me. Home…. Then I get so scared when reality hits me. I feel that at those times you forcefully remind me. How can I live when you are dead? It is still so hard for me to accept. Like nature made a wrong turn. This isn't how it is supposed to be.

But you always were pig-headed. No one would probably have been able to talk you out of it. I don’t know how to survive all the hours in the day. Sometimes I lose myself watching a raindrop rolling slowly down our kitchen window and the finality of what you have done makes me painfully gasp for air. You will never again feel the rain. You will never again enjoy popcorn. You will never know the man I will become.

Once, I found myself with a sharp knive in my hand. It would have been so easy to open my veins… but you, you son-of-a-bitch, made sure I would never do it.

I wonder if I would have said ‘yes’ to us if I had known that my heart would fail before I reached 30. I ask myself this question very often and every time the answer is… no.

Jack. You will be with me forever now. You will always be close to me. So close that I could touch your soul. This is a gift that I never asked for, but that, after a very long time, I can finally accept. Someday you will decide when we will see each other again.

In love,

Ennis

Silent Promises / Oneshot

Mon, 25 May 2009 19:21:59 GMT

Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Genre: Canon
Rating: Adult
Authors: cornflake2912
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Annie Proulx. I’m not earning any money from this and am writing just for fun.
Feedback: Thank you :)
Authors’ Notes: I’d like to thank Patricia, hellspark72 for her professional help :) *hugs & tea* !!

Silent Promises

It had been four years since they had last slept in a tent together. Four God-damned years. And it still felt exactly like it did back then. Exactly as warm, exactly as right.

The sun rose, they were lying together and just looked at one another. Jack supported his head on his hand and, without breaking eye contact, pulled the sheets a little lower. He stroked Ennis’ chest, buried his fingers in the soft hairs, let them rest there and felt Ennis’ chest move with every breath. Jack sighed and smiled.

They had been going at it all night long, just like they had the night before in the motel. But doing it out in the open air, in nature, surrounded by clear mountain air, on hard ground, was somehow even more intense and satisfying.

They had kissed, chasing hungry mouths over their naked bodies, clawed their fingers in hips and thighs. Jack’s legs over Ennis’ shoulders, his ankles crossed behind Ennis’ neck, while Ennis thrust into him again and again, faster, harder, deeper until Jack wished that Ennis would just get stuck and never be parted from him again. They had moaned their passion into the night, screamed, because there wasn’t anything that felt better, nothing they needed more.

Jack placed his hand on Ennis’ cheek, touched it gently. Ennis immediately lowered his eyes, but Jack’s index finger forced his chin up again, because he wasn’t willing to give up their silent conversation.

Jack knew Ennis, he was now aware of the shadows that haunted him and who had cast them on him. If only he could prove that they could have a sweet life together, just like this - always. If only Ennis would trust him.

But no, not Ennis. He had his life in Riverton, his life with Alma. He couldn’t even express what it was that he felt for Jack, couldn’t name it, called it ‘a thing that grabs a hold of us in the wrong place, at the wrong time,’ although it was so much more than that, couldn’t Ennis feel it?

Jack turned on his back and stared at the tent’s ceiling. Why was he lying here at all, why did he continue hurting himself? All his hopes, all his wishes for a life together seemed so desperate and absurd. Why was it so difficult, why couldn’t Ennis leave his shadows behind and come with him, away, just the two of them?

“Tell you something…,” Jack began, when Ennis suddenly bent over him and looked at him, curiously.

Before Jack could say anything else, before he could vent his anger and give it to Ennis straight he felt Ennis’ lips soft and tender on the middle of his forehead. And it was as if this kiss expressed all the things that Ennis couldn’t say, didn’t dare say. This kiss seemed to quietly whisper it all straight to Jack's heart.

I’m glad you’re here.

I’m sorry that I can’t make your dreams come true.

I don’t want to lose you again.

Ennis had kissed Jack often and almost everywhere, but never on his forehead. This was really something special.

After Ennis had left the tent, made a fire and started the coffee, Jack was still lying there, smiled and nodded.

He swore never to give up. Not on Ennis and not on the hope of a life with him, together, one day.

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Fri, 15 May 2009 15:38:51 GMT

Jack's Chocolate

Tue, 12 May 2009 13:24:10 GMT

Title: Jack’s Chocolate
Genre: Canon / For Chocolate Contest
Wort Count: 100 / Drabble

Thanks to: hellspark72 für English beta-work :)

Jack's Chocolate

Jack never thought much about candy. Lureen always kept some at the house for Bobby, because that boy just couldn’t get enough and was probably addicted.

The only thing that Jack liked was chocolate. Chocolate he could see, but not touch. Chocolate he dreamed of every single night and he always woke up hungry for it. Chocolate he couldn't buy in any store. Chocolate that was so elusive that it often drove him crazy. Chocolate he would never eat and taste, yet longed for every day.

Chocolate so pure and sweet that it hurt every time Jack looked at it.

Next on Guilty Pleasure

Fri, 01 May 2009 13:29:55 GMT

Soulmates

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:07:28 GMT

Happy Birthday, Patricia!!

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 04:20:29 GMT

Dear Patricia,

I wish you all the best for your birthday and may all your wishes and dreams come true.

Thanks for your friendship and your amazing beta work :-)

I hope that the sun will shine today and I can't wait to see you again.

Love!!

Steffi

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Sat, 18 Apr 2009 08:51:32 GMT

artwork by pink_panther91

Greedy's autograph

Sun, 05 Apr 2009 13:11:39 GMT

Amazing artwork by: pink_panther91

Visitor

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 17:50:32 GMT

Title: Visitor
Rating: G
Language: English
Genre: RPF / RPS

Disclaimer: I'm not earning any money from this and am writing just for fun.

Feedback: We live for it :).

Thanks to: Patricia hellspark72 for the English beta work and support.

Visitor

The rocks under their wheels crunched when they parked the car right on the edge of the cliff. In silence they climbed out and pulled their caps lower to protect their faces from the burning sun. After a few steps they were standing at the red glowing cliff and stared amazed into the depths, where strong waves hit the rocks.

“Wow.”

“Yes. Wow.”

They looked out at the endless ocean, which seemed to disappear into nothing behind the horizon. No ships, no fishing boats, not one sign of civilization. As if this part of the Earth had just been discovered. Untouched, pure, incomparably beautiful. Just as he had promised him.

The water was like a shining carpet full of little mirrors which reflected the sunlight. So many different shades of blue, lighter, darker, weaker, stronger. Just like his eyes, which changed color all the time, as he had always claimed.

“I`ll go down to look for some shade.“

“OK.“

The footsteps were muted, then there was silence. The whirring of the flies over the dry bushes, the chattering of the birds, the rustle of the waves, the whispering of the wind, which had so much to tell him, yet knew nothing new.

He had always wanted to come here, one day. It would be so beautiful, so indescribable. The feeling of freedom, nature and unpeopleness.

And silence. Just silence.

‘Yes,’ he had always answered. ‘One day. When we aren't so busy. When we have time. One day… yes… one day.’

He wanted to show him his homeland, so different from everything he knew. He spoke of the relaxed life, the calmness, the endless beaches, the animals, the starry nights.

And of silence. Just silence.

Someday he wanted to come with him to show him his home, his origins, his self. It had taken a long time, but now, finally, he was here and could see with his own eyes what he had only heard about in his enthusiastic stories.

Yes, now he was here and it was exactly like he had imagined.

He sat down on a rock, let his feet slip out of his flip flops, bent his legs and wrapped his arms around them. He closed his eyes for a moment, listened and tried to take everything in.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still surrounded by the endlessness and almost overwhelmed by the immense beauty.

He looked down at the beach. A small bay, the water so clear that, even from up here, he could see straight to the bottom. A tiny shadow strolled over the sand, stopped and seemed to look at him.

Sighing, he stood up, put on his flip flops again and walked over to the path that would take him down the high cliff.

If only he had just said `Yes’. If only he had just bought a ticket. If only he had not given a shit about appointments and duties. If only. Yes, if only.

But he hadn`t.

Some small rocks slid under his feet and fell down the cliff. He moved a step back and took a deep breath.

“Here I am,” he said to the sky. “Too late.”

The wind blew an answer he didn`t understand.

“I’m sorry,” he just said. “So sorry.”

He looked at his toes, wiggled them.

“One day we'll meet again.” Just a whisper.

He looked up again and smiled.

“Sleep well, my friend.”

Then he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his trousers and walked to the beach, where she was waiting for him.

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Sat, 04 Apr 2009 09:07:22 GMT

Guilty Pleasure ~ Chapter 3

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 18:18:07 GMT

Title: Guilty Pleasure
Rating: Adult
Language: English
Genre: AU!AU
Authors: sadangel1980 and me, cornflake2912
Warnings: male sex ;)
Disclaimer: Some of the characters belong to Annie Proulx. We’re not earning any money from this and are writing just for fun.
Summary: Meet Dice, his fellow band members and bodyguard Jack and accompany them on their world tour.
Feedback: We live for it :).

Special Thanks to: Nachtschatten mulanos for ideas, motivation and endless fun, to Patricia hellspark72 for the English beta work, support and so much more, to pink_panther91 for the most amazing graphics and the trailer for this story and to browneyes67 for the make-up.

Chapter 1 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/220687.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/228353.html#cutid1

Chapter 3

The club was an inferno. The driving beat pounded in Jack’s heart. Around him was a heaving crowd of half naked bodies and directly in front of him, within his reach, was his lover. The way Dice was wantonly bucking his hips back and forth reminded Jack of feeling him deep and firm inside of him. Heat crawled over Jack’s back and made his neck prickle as adrenaline flooded his system.

All around him, warm perspiring bodies moved closer. He let himself fall into the rush and lifted his arms up. He felt like he was moving in slow motion, knowing that countless eyes were focussed on him. For a very brief moment, as he flashed his sassy beautiful smile, he saw a look of possessiveness flare up in Dice’s eyes. Strangely enough, he liked this look very much.

All at once they stood still in front of each other, while the crowd continued to surge toward them. Jack took Dice’s wrist in a firm clasp, turned around and slowly pulled him away from the center of the dance floor.

Jack always took only those risks that he was ready to account for, nothing beyond that. He would never intentionally endanger Dice’s career and that was one thing Dice knew for sure. So a quickie outside in the parking lot was out of the question. The only option open to them was a tryst in the men’s room. With heavy steps, eyes directed straight forward, Jack carved the way for his client.

As the door to the restroom closed behind them, the music sounded hollow and the vibrations caused by it were less strong, but the tension in their bodies was wound into a tight coil. Dim light came from the dark blue neon pipes on the wall. The smell of sweat and urine was strong. But, under the influence of their lover’s pheromones, they didn’t care about such minor details.

Unfortunately, it was just too crowded in here. They would attract attention like two penguins in the Mojave desert if they got into a stall together. But everything inside of Jack was screaming now for touching, tasting, having Dice …

So, for the moment, Jack couldn’t do anything but absently wash his hands. After that, he just brushed his wet fingers through his hair. Dice’s dark eyes glowed at him from the other side of the room. Jack was almost hurting from the passion he felt for him. They had waited so long. Too long.

After a small eternity, the area cleared somewhat and Dice disappeared inside one of the stalls. In front of the mirror, Jack innocently fidgeted with his clothes one last time, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible; he then entered the stall in which he would finally get what he was yearning for.

They were both breathing heavily, as Jack bolted the door shut. Then he turned around, licked his full lips, moved toward the blond man and pressed himself against his body, pushing him to the wall.

“And? Did you hurt yourself?” Jack murmured in his face.

His left hand lay flat against the wall beside Dice’s face. His right lay on the singer’s hip. Dice only uttered a questioning ‘Hm?’.

“Just now, with the bottle. Looked dangerous to me!” Jack smirked and suddenly slid his right hand in Dice’s pants pocket. “Be careful not to break something important,” he now whispered at Dice’s throat, “I still need you tonight …”

Finally Jack found what he had been looking for and brought the two dice to light from Dice’s tight jeans’ pocket. Something flashed in the brown eyes in front of him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t damage them.”

Jack now leaned fully into Dice and let him feel his hardness. He was so close to his face, so unbelievably close. Close enough to kiss. But they didn’t kiss. Ever.

Jack opened his mouth and took the dice between his lips, ran his tongue over the small indentations and stared sensually at Dice. Then he let them disappear in his own pants pockets.

“If you want them back … go and get them!” Jack teased him.

With this statement, Jack yanked Dice around, sat him on the closed toilet seat and climbed in his lap. Jack leaned himself backwards, while Dice’s arms held him secure. The celebrity’s hands possessively took hold of Jack’s broad, well-developed torso. Diece’s mouth came closer and teeth tongue and lips worked at Jack’s hard nipples.

“Can’t wait any longer …” Jack’s aroused whisper sounded strained as he leaned forward and snuggled his face in Dice’s neck.

Jack’s hands slid down and opened Dice’s pants. He wrapped his fingers around the hot, thick flesh of the shaft. Dice uttered a deep moan. But Jack got up from his lap again, grabbed him by his shoulders, pulled him to his feet, walked a step backwards, pulled him with him and found himself pushed against the stall’s door by Dice.

Dice’s fingers slid over Jack’s flat, hard stomach into his jeans. Trembling, he roughly opened the belt and tore at the buttons. Then, finally, Jack felt Dice’s fist wrap skilfully around his rock hard member.

They rubbed each other intently. Jack bit his lip, trying to keep from panting too loudly. They never took their eyes off each other enjoyed reading the other’s body, how their every single movement affected the other man.

Jack slammed his head loudly against the door, as Dice circled the head of his dick with his thumb again and again. But he couldn’t hold back any longer and emptied himself in Dice’s hand, smiling relieved.

Now Jack took care of the problem of the man in front of him. He crouched down and took Dice’s cock in his mouth. Dice was now hammering with his fist against the stall’s wall. Jack let the penis glide through the tight cavity of his mouth, quickly and purposefully, and then swallowed the semen, as Dice came in him groaning throatily.

Grinning like naughty school boys who were cutting class, they looked at each other. They quickly put their clothes back on and Dice got his dice back. Jack gently grabbed his arm.

“This was not enough for me … not tonight … come back to me later, will you?” Jack whispered in his ear.

But before Dice could answer him, they suddenly heard somebody scream. A thrilled female voice was yelling directly in front of the restrooms.

“They’re here! Oh my God! They’re here! Guilty Pleasure is here! I can’t believe it! I saw Greedy! They’re here! DICE IS HERE!!!”

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Tue, 17 Mar 2009 12:18:42 GMT

lost lost lost lost

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 12:59:18 GMT

They show LOST in Australia!!! YAY!!!!!!

This is the best scene I`ve ever seen!! Hey, Anna, more of evil Ben here... and if I say evil, I mean EVIL!!!!!! *rrrr*

Here we go!

Human Nature rock Perth

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 17:27:18 GMT

My aunt surprised me with tickets for a concert of Human Nature in Kings Park, Perth today,
"You like hot guys, don`t you?" she said and told me that she bought tickets. *g*
What an amazing evening it was. Human Nature was playing together with one of the most popular orchestra of the world, the West Australian Symphony Orchestra. I really enjoyed it!!!

I'm now at "home" again, located next to this street... just ... wow :)
I took the pic this evening!

Hugs!!

cornflake

Guilty Pleasure ~ Chapter 2

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 00:34:00 GMT

Title: Guilty Pleasure
Rating: Adult
Language: English
Genre: AU!AU
Authors: sadangel1980 and me, cornflake2912
Warnings: male sex ;)
Disclaimer: Some of the characters belong to Annie Proulx. We’re not earning any money from this and are writing just for fun.
Summary: Meet Dice, his fellow band members and bodyguard Jack and accompany them on their world tour.
Feedback: We live for it :).

Special Thanks to: Nachtschatten mulanos for ideas, motivation and endless fun, to Patricia hellspark72 for the English beta work, support and so much more, to pink_panther91 for the most amazing graphics and the trailer for this story and to browneyes67 for the make-up.

Chapter 1 ~ http://cornflake2912.livejournal.com/220687.html#cutid1

Chapter 2

The stone steps led deep, very deep into the basement of the old building somewhere on the outskirts of Perth. Torches illuminated the long, boring hallway, the basses thrummed so strongly that they made the men’s bodies vibrate. Dance and House - not really the kind of music Dice and his friends preferred, but the tapes were mixed well and the pulsing beats were catchy.

“And? Do you like it?” Greedy called out. He walked next to Dice and banged his head to the beat of the music.
“They say that this is where the best DJs work and where the hottest girls of Australia hang out."
These words had barely left his mouth when they came upon a dozen young women dressed in tight skirts and navel shirts.
“Who-Hee”, Greedy screamed, stretched out his arms and moved his broad hips in a circle. The girls paused and winked at Greedy before they walked on, giggling.

The guys headed to the bar which was placed directly next to the dance floor. Blue and red laser lights whizzed over the dancing crowd; wafts of smoke and the flashing lights seemed to put the dancers into a trance.

They bought beer, positioned themselves at one of the tables and observed the crazy hustle and bustle.

The band members often went out together and visited clubs and discos in every city they hit on their tour. They were more that just colleagues, they were bound together by a friendship, by a brotherhood. They were familiar with each other’s oddities, moods and secrets. Nothing could stay a secret anyway, since they were on tour for months on end and spent almost 24 hours a day together. Well, that is to say: Almost nothing.

Dice grinned when he looked over to Jack, who leaned against the wall, bored and sipping on his Coke. Dice, too, was disappointed that their planned intermezzo had been interrupted. He knew how to control himself , however, and he enjoyed their little game on every occasion. The tension, the stimulation, the excitement. The attraction, the desire, the sensation of doing something forbidden.

Dice held their gaze when Jack finally looked back at him. Jack's eyes reflected his anger and almost seared into Dice. The musician knew how frustrated his personal protector was that their meeting had been disturbed, but that was exactly what turned Dice on so very much.

He pressed his body closer to the table, moved his hand into the shadows and rested his fingers on the bulge between his legs. He massaged and rubbed, then closed his eyes and so ended the silent battle that was raging between him and Jack. Dice opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and thrust it as far as possible into the tight neck of the bottle.
Oh yes, Dice knew how much he was turning Jack on. He knew exactly how much Jack was into his red, quick tongue and he remembered what he had done to Jack with it before and which places it had already licked.

Dice pulled his tongue back out of the bottle-neck, pushed it back in, pulled it back out, pushed in, pulled out, in, out. He then opened his eyes and froze when he looked directly into Greedy’s face, just a few inches in front of his own.

“Hey, dude. You alright?”

Dice winced, caught his breath and tried to act cool.

“Sure. Why… shouldn’t I be?”

Greedy frowned and nodded at the bottle.

“Well, because you just treated your bottle like a pussy.”

Dice shuddered, disgusted and pushed his beer away; far away.

“What you need is a sexy adventure, dude. There's more to life than just music, you know. Allow yourself a little fun.”

Greedy winked and clucked his tongue.

Dice just nodded, smiled knowingly to himself and looked back up to the object of his desire. Jack was still leaning against the wall, but now he had a big smile on his lips and yes… he was amused by Dice’s faux pas… quite tickled in fact.

“Just you wait,” Dice mumbled to himself so quietly that nobody could hear and reached into his pant pockets. He put the dice on the table, threw a quick hand, read the total and nodded.
His fellow band members weren't paying him any attention, they were too absorbed by the music and the dancing crowd.

Without saying a word, Dice left the table, knowing that his shadow would follow him wherever he went.

He pushed himself through the sweating and vibrating throng of bodies. The thrumming of the basses became deeper, the beat of the music even louder. As he moved, he undid the top buttons of his shirt and tried to give his erection more space by shaking his legs.
Dice shoved deeper into the crowd until there was hardly room to move at all. But that was exactly what he wanted. The tighter, the closer, the better.

Abruptly he stopped and turned around. The red laser lights lit up his face.

Jack had followed him, as usual. At every turn. That was his job, that’s what Chika had hired him for. But she didn’t know that he and Dice had connected on a deeper level ... a much, much deeper level.

The moving crowd forced the two men together with a jolt. Their bodies slammed against each other. Tight. Hard.

Finally.

Their mouths were just a hair's breath apart, the smiles on their faces were seductive, hungry, full of lust.

Dice moved his hips, brought his stomach forward against Jack, against Jack’s hard cock. Their chests pressed against each other's, their erect nipples rubbed together through the fabric of their shirts.

The music swallowed their moans, their relief. The rhythm encouraged them to move, to circle, to swing. Unnoticed, hands glided onto butts. Unseen, fingers slipped beneath clothes onto naked skin.

"How about it, Twist?" Dice hissed into Jack’s ear and deliberately breathed hot air into it.

“Am I turning you on?”

Dice smiled, licked his hand right in front of Jack’s eyes, pulled Jack even closer and let his fingers travel onto Jack’s hairy stomach. He wet the skin, left his mark and enjoyed the feeling of tense muscles under his fingers.

“You’ve no idea how much YOU are turning ME on,” Dice groaned and stuck his thumb into Jack’s navel.

“I want you. NOW!”

~tbc~

todayyesterday

Next on Guilty Pleasure

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 12:57:43 GMT

A new riddle for chapter 2 :)

Guilty Pleasure

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 15:25:45 GMT

Guilty Pleasure!

Next chapter will be up on Februray 23rd and there will be some surprises for you :)

Let's roll the Dice!!

Messages ~ Oneshot

Tue, 10 Feb 2009 22:29:54 GMT

Title: Messages
Rating: Adult
Language: English
Genre: AU!AU
Authors: sadangel1980 and me, cornflake2912
Warnings: none :) -> This oneshot has a happy end.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Annie Proulx. We’re not earning any money from this and are writing just for fun.
Summary: They met in a chat room....
Feedback: We live for it :)

Special Thanks to: Patricia hellspark72 for the English beta work, support and so much more.

Messages

They met in a chat room.
It was a Saturday night, it was raining outside. He was sitting with his notebook in his lap on his bed, sucking on a bottle of beer. Actually, his friends had invited him for dinner, but he just couldn’t bear it right now, being pitied by happy, beaming couples, being the only one of their clique who was still single. And who had been for over a year already.
He considered himself a hopeless case. The guys he wanted didn’t notice him, the guys who wanted him were of no interest to him.
It seemed that the right partner for him just did not exist and this thought made him more and more unhappy every day.

He logged in and observed the conversations. Sexyslave was begging Ipunishyouhard to spank him. Student18 let Teacher45 read the riot act to him.
He rolled his eyes, finished his beer and sighed in frustration. Maybe it was him, maybe he was doing something wrong. Maybe this life wasn’t about love, but only about sex. Not that he had anything against sex, quite the opposite. But he yearned for a friend who also wanted his heart… not just his dick.

When a chat window suddenly popped up and Cowboy invited him into a private chatroom he had no idea that his life would change with just one click.

*****

They wrote each other every single day.

At first, they only met in the evenings, in the chat room, then followed emails during work time, text messages at night and letters for birthdays, Easter and Christmas. Their talks became part of their everyday lives. He couldn’t imagine life without his Cowboy anymore, even though he never wrote that much himself. What he wrote was more important to him than how much he wrote. I’m thinking of you while he was sitting in the dentist’s waiting room. I want you to smile for me today right after waking up on a Monday morning. Or I miss you while watching a movie in the theatre.
He actually felt like they were together all the time, even though they were separated by so many things. He lived in Texas, Cowboy was from Wyoming. They didn’t exchange pictures, didn’t phone - out of insecurity, yes, maybe even out of fear of destroying something so very important and vital to both of them: A friendship where they hadn’t expected one.

*****
A year passed by.

There was hardly anything they didn’t know about each other. Cowboy didn’t like soup, but he loved beans and steak. He owned two horses on his own ranch. His dog Vega died of a snake bite.

They knew what the other liked most in bed. They knew eachother’s likes and dislikes, deepest wishes, and most secret fantasies. They often typed exactly what they were thinking, without censoring, their own desires and what they wanted to do with the other man.
I want to kiss you until your lips are swollen.
I want to bite your neck until you moan.
I want to massage your nipples until they are hard and red.
I want to bury my nose in your pubic hair.
… take your dick into my mouth.
… suck
… feel when you come.
… swallow.
… taste you.
… lick you dry.
Fall asleep with you in my arms.

He inquired about flights from Texas to Wyoming, but didn’t buy any tickets. Tears in the night were witnesses of his yearning and he sent out a call for help with his cell when he pain almost destroyed him.

I miss you so much, I can’t take it anymore.

***

In the middle of the night, an incoming text message startled him awake from a dream. The ringtone had already told him who it came from and he opened the message with a few practiced moves.

As much as they had written to each other over the last few months, at this moment, these few words crawled right under his skin.

Maybe it was because of this special day. It was as if he could somehow sense that his heart also felt heavy today. For today, as he did every year on this day, he had again kissed two pebbles and laid them on the marble surface of their graves.

He didn’t know for sure what he should answer him. But pretending that he hadn’t read his message was out of the question. He knew about BlueDevil’s yearning, about his immense desire for closeness, both in words and in deeds.

He pushed the speed dial to call him exactly 37 times, but clicked it away every single time before the number rang.

When he was still awake three hours later and was sure that sleep wouldn’t come this night, he texted him just a few words:

I’m on my way

*****

His flight landed at his destination airport close to midnight. To say he was nervous didn’t quite describe his state of mind. He didn’t listen to the voice of reason screaming inside of him, arguing that he must be totally insane for doing such a foolish thing. He ignored it, like he had ignored so many things earlier in his life.

He recognized him immediately.

He was more beautiful than in all his daydreams. More desirable than any nightly temptation he had shared with him.

When they at last stood in front of each other, a tight bear hug followed. He closed his eyes and didn’t want to open them again. This felt like heaven on earth to him.

*****

When BlueDevil opened his apartment door for him and he detected his wonderful scent, he he didn’t remember anymore how he had gotten here.

The first encounter of their bodies was inevitable. It had to be done. Otherwise their longing would have driven them insane. He knew what BlueDevil would enjoy. Knew how he could get him where he wanted him and wasn’t afraid to do either. Likewise, the dark-haired man moving in his sweaty arms also knew exactly where to touch him to get anything he wanted from him.

That night brought them no sleep. They listened to each other’s voices and laughed about many memories that they already shared together. They finally got to ask those questions that can only be asked face to face.

They made love, again and again, sharing a lust and a passion that filled and enriched them until its beauty was almost too painful to bear.

*****

When they said goodbye, two days later, they didn’t allow themselves any tears. They were both determined to keep their silly promise. Even though it was the hardest thing either of them had ever done.

BlueDevil’s eponymous and remarkable eyes haunted him in untold ways, tearing him up inside.

*****

Once he got home, feeling very small all of a sudden, he wrote him another message:

You are the best part of my life! Wanna see you again! Come to my ranch and stay … as long as you want!

One week later, the answer knocked on his door.

~The End~

todayyesterday