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Passing Time

Ennis Del Mar X Male Reader

Content disclaimer: anal sex, anal fingering, first times (m/m), aggressive sex, internalized homophobia, mentions of cheating.

Synopsis: The year is 1963. You and Ennis are up on Brokeback Mountain, herding and protecting the sheep. Over time, the two of you have begun to open up to each other, slowly but surely. Ennis, ever stoic, has started to share more about himself, his walls cracking just enough to let you glimpse the man behind them. You know he's engaged. You know he's a man. But none of that stops the pull you feel is too strong, undeniable, and impossible to ignore. And so, you decide to act on it.

Word count: 3.5K

18+ Minors Do Not Interact!

Wyoming, 1963.

That summer, you were desperate for work, any work you could find. It didn’t matter what it was as long as it paid. One day, while nursing a drink in a rundown bar, you overheard a man named Joe Aguirre was hiring ranch hands to herd and watch over sheep up on Brokeback Mountain. Herding didn’t bother you much; nothing did, as long as there was money at the end of it.

Every now and then, when you passed a mirror or caught your reflection in a window, you couldn’t help but pause and take stock. A button-up shirt clinging to its last threads, an old coat that had seen better days, jeans worn thin and patched in places, and boots on the verge of giving out. You were holding it together, but just barely.

That’s how you found yourself outside Joe Aguirre’s trailer that morning, waiting to plead your case for the job. But you weren’t alone. Another young man was there, leaning against the side of the trailer like he’d been born to blend into the rugged landscape.

His face spoke of hard labor, the kind that wore a person down in quiet ways, weathered skin stretched over high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His tanned complexion bore the mark of long days spent under the sun, while his hazel-brown eyes carried a distant, guarded expression, as though they had learned to keep the world at arm’s length. His sandy blond hair was unkempt but practical, the kind that hadn’t seen a comb in days but suited him just fine.

His wiry, lean frame spoke of strength earned through relentless work, his posture slightly hunched, as if he carried burdens he rarely shared. He wore what seemed to be the uniform of the Wyoming plains: worn denim jeans, scuffed boots, a plaid shirt under a weathered jacket, and a dusty cowboy hat that looked like it had seen as much of the world as he had. Nothing about him seemed showy or deliberate, yet there was something about his quiet presence that drew your attention.

That was the day you met Ennis Del Mar.

Joe Aguirre wasn’t one for beating around the bush. He laid it all out plain and simple, what he needed from the both of you and what he expected in return. You nodded, agreed, and that was that.

When you stepped out of the trailer, you paused just outside the door, feeling the other man’s presence as he followed behind. Turning to face him, you held out your hand.

“Y/N L/N,” you said, offering a friendly smile.

“Ennis. Ennis Del Mar,” he replied, gripping your hand firmly. His voice was low, steady, and it sent an unexpected shiver down your spine the moment his rough palm met yours.

“Well, Ennis Del Mar,” you said, trying to keep your tone light, “reckon you and I are ‘bout to get to know each other real well.”

An understatement, if there ever was one.

The day you loaded up the dogs, horses, and supplies, you couldn’t stop your eyes from drifting to Ennis whenever you were sure he wasn’t looking. There was something magnetic about him, his quiet strength, his stoic demeanor. He was a mystery you couldn’t help but want to unravel, a man who made you curious about all the parts of him he kept hidden.

You gave your head a quick shake, trying to snap yourself out of it. You had a job to do, and you needed the money. There wasn’t room for distractions, not now. But damn, you thought, this was shaping up to be one hell of a long summer.

The trek up the mountain wasn’t too bad. Herding the sheep went smoother than you’d expected, thanks to the dogs and Ennis, who moved with the easy confidence of someone who’d done this plenty of times before. He handled himself so naturally that you couldn’t help but watch him as you rode behind, your gaze slipping his way more often than you meant it to, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

With the sheep settled in the fields, you and Ennis set up camp nearby. Aguirre’s instructions were clear: one man was to stay at camp while the other slept near the sheep in a pup tent, no fire, no exceptions. Unfortunately, the job of commuting back and forth by horseback each morning and evening for breakfast and dinner fell to you.

After about a week, the constant trips were wearing on you, but strangely enough, seeing Ennis at the camp made it worth the trouble. He didn’t talk much, mostly small talk about the job or ranch life, but something about his quiet presence kept you coming back.

Still, he wouldn’t open up beyond the surface, and you found yourself hesitating in conversations, careful not to push too hard. You didn’t want to overwhelm him or scare him off, just the opposite, in fact. Maybe, you thought, a little whiskey by the fire could loosen both your nerves. It might just be the liquid courage you needed to break through that wall of his.

That night, just before you rode down for dinner, you made sure to tuck a bottle of whiskey into your saddlebag.

By the time you arrived, the sky was already darkening, and there was Ennis, sitting by the fire. A pot of something was simmering, probably soup or beans, and it smelled decent enough to make your stomach rumble. You felt a spark of excitement, this was it. You’d been thinking about how to get Ennis to loosen up all day, and tonight, you had a plan.

You dismounted your horse, pulled the whiskey bottle from the saddlebag, and made your way toward the fire.

When Ennis saw you approach with the bottle in hand, his eyes lit up brighter than you’d seen all trip.

“Been holdin’ out on me, have ya?” he asked with a dry chuckle, the first bit of humor you’d heard from him in a while.

You grinned and shook your head. “Nah, I just forgot I had it, if I’m bein’ honest.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes slightly. “Yeah, I bet.”

A surge of hope warmed your chest. That was the most emotion you’d seen from him in days. Maybe you were finally getting through.

The two of you sat by the fire, sipping whiskey, but not enough to get drunk, just enough to take the edge off. Your plan was working. You started slow, talking about your family, your friends, and life back home, giving him just enough space to feel comfortable. And sure enough, Ennis began to let his guard down, piece by piece, sharing bits of his own story.

As much as you appreciated him finally opening up, his tale was a heavy one. He’d lost his parents, had to leave his brother’s place, and ended up here on Brokeback with you. You didn’t let it show, but you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for the man, a life full of hardship, loss, and solitude.

But he was talking, and that was a victory in itself. He told you he was engaged to a woman named Alma Beers back home. You mentioned you weren’t involved with anyone, not at the moment anyway.

The conversation drifted, from the serious to the random, but it didn’t matter. This was the most stimulating night you’d had with the rugged cowboy, and you were genuinely enjoying it, just the two of you, the crackling fire, and the faint glow of the stars above.

It was getting late, well past midnight, and you knew you should be heading back to the sheep, but the thought of it just didn’t sit right. Maybe it was the whiskey, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that Ennis didn’t want you to leave either.

Ennis wasn’t just any man. He was an engaged man, and this whole thing was getting messier by the minute. Yet, there was something about the way his eyes lingered on you, the way he inched closer when he borrowed your lighter to light his smoke. You couldn’t help it. Ennis Del Mar was messing with your mind, and you couldn’t seem to get him out of your head.

You took a slow breath and shifted in your seat.

"Guess I best be headin’ out to the sheep, see ya in the mornin’," you said, starting to stand. But before you could make it, a strong hand gripped your shoulder, gently but firm, pulling you back down.

You looked to the side, and there he was, eyes locked on you, that look, the one that twisted your insides and stirred something deep inside you. You didn’t know how to stop it, how to fight it.

“It’s late,” he said, his voice low and quiet, his gaze flicking to the tent. “Might as well stay here. Plenty o' room for both of us. Ain’t no sense in makin’ the trip just to come back in the mornin’ for breakfast.”

Your heart raced in your chest. Stay with him? You didn’t think you could do it.

“Yeah, alright. Thanks,” you muttered, barely able to get the words out.

So, that’s just what you did. The fire burned out, and soon enough, you found yourself in a small tent with Ennis. Your bodies brushed against each other now and then, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. It felt good, but you had to force your mind to think about anything other than the way he made you feel.

You lay on your side, back to him, eyes closed, but sleep wouldn’t come. Your body was too restless, too aware of his presence so close behind you.

Then, out of nowhere, you jumped when you heard Ennis clear his throat, breaking the silence between you.

“You still awake?” he asked, his voice low.

Your heart thudded in your chest.

“Yeah, I am,” you managed to say.

He shifted beside you, lying on his back, staring up at the roof of the tent.

“Ya know somethin’,” he began, “you confuse me. When I’m around ya, it makes me feel... weird inside.”

You froze, your mind racing. Was that a compliment? What in the hell did that even mean? You opened your eyes, staring at the side of the tent, still not turning to face him.

“Feel weird, huh?” you tried to laugh, but it came out dry, unsure.

“Yeah... honestly,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of something unspoken. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s frustratin’…”

That got your attention. Ennis, the stoic man, was sayin' he was frustrated by you? You rolled over onto your other side to face him, and found him still lying there, flat on his back.

“I’m frustratin’? How?” you asked, your curiosity now piqued, wondering what he meant.

You studied his face, noticing how genuinely aggravated he looked-like he was wrestling with something inside, trying to find the right words, but they just wouldn't come.

Then, without thinking, your hand found its way to his. It was as if your body had taken over, and your mind couldn't keep up.

Ennis looked at you for a moment, eyes wide with shock, before he jerked his hand away.

"W-what the hell you doin'?" His voice mixed with surprise and something else you couldn't quite place.

Your heart dropped. Panic surged through you, but your mind was scrambling to catch up with what your body had already done. You had no idea what to say nothing felt right.

You slowly sat up, Ennis mirroring your motion, and the two of you locked eyes in the silence that followed. The tension between you was palpable, and as much as you wanted to pull away, you found yourself unable to.

Then, with the faintest light from the moon filtering through the tent, you admired his face rough, and undeniably beautiful.

Slowly, you reached out again, this time to touch the side of his face. To your surprise, he didn't flinch away. He just stared at you, eyes heavy with hesitation, as though he was torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to let himself go.

You didn't think, didn't overanalyze. You just leaned in, pressing your forehead gently against his. He grabbed your shoulders with a force that sent a jolt through you like he was trying to decide whether to push you away or pull you closer.

You didn't wait. You leaned in again, placing soft, tentative kisses on his lips. At first, he didn't respond, but then, slowly, he kissed you back.

Your whole body ignited, and for a moment, you couldn't believe what was happening. What started as hesitant, almost shy kisses quickly turned into something much more desperate pulling at each other, grabbing faces, tangled in each other as if you couldn't get close enough. The kissing grew urgent, raw, and passionate, your hands grasping at him like you might lose him if you didn't hold on tight enough.

It wasn't just desire, it was something fierce, something untamed. And neither of you seemed to know how to stop. But you knew you were heading down a dangerous path. Ennis was engaged, and you weren't a fool. You knew this wouldn't last. All of this would soon come to an end. Still, you couldn't help but let yourself go.

You kept kissing him, pouring your emotions into each and every touch. There wasn't a way to stop now. There was no turning back.

As you explored each other's body, the rhythm of your breathing became one with his, and your desire for each other grew stronger.

When you looked in his eyes, you could see the conflict there, the turmoil, but also the lust. You could see he wanted you, needed you as much as you needed him. That thought sent another wave of desire through you.

You continued, kissing and touching, each kiss deeper than the last. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, your hands exploring the curves of his body.

You couldn't get enough of him. You wanted him with every ounce of strength you had.

Finally, you couldn't wait anymore. Your hands eagerly undoing the worn belt of your pants as Ennis’s hands struggled to unbutton his shirt.

As you finally got your pants and briefs down Ennis wasted no time in palming and staring stoke your erect cock as you kissed.

It was sloppy, messy, but it was fucking perfect.

Ennis kissed down your jaw starting to undo his own belt jerking his pants and briefs down to his knees.

“I- I ain’t never done this before” he whispered huskily into your ear.

You’d always been secretly more attracted to men but this was really your first time going this far with one.

“Me neither…” you manage to whisper out of breath.

Without another word Ennis grabbed your hips and flipped you on your stomach not bothering with getting either of you the rest of the way undressed. Suddenly he used one hand to grab your jaw pulling your mouth open just enough to stick his fingers in.

“Suck em, get ‘em wet.” He said bluntly.

For someone who has never done this before he seemed to know what he was doing.

You sucked on his fingers and got them nice and wet, once he finally pulled them out he used his free hand to pull your hips up, arching your ass out for him. He took his fingers and traced them along your entrance eliciting a gasp from you.

It felt weird, but good, and you couldn’t hold back the groan out let out when he finally pushed one finger in.

He went slow, teasing you, taking his time, getting you ready, once you could feel he added a second finger, and he immediately started stretching you out. He used his thumb to tease your balls at the same time, and god, it felt good. You found yourself pushing back onto him and moaning.

You gasp softly, biting your bottom lip.

“S-Shit-“ you gasp.

This only encourages Ennis to keep going, he keeps working you making sure you are ready to take him.

You could feel your cock leaking onto the blankets, and you looked back at Ennis. He had already taken half his shirt off, his muscled chest and body on display.

Ennis looked like he was struggling with self control, like he wanted to push your face in the ground and fuck you senseless but he was also enjoying the tease of it all.

You feel him pull out his fingers and before you could ask what he’s doing you hear him spit in his hand, lathering himself up.

He positioned himself behind you, spreading your ass cheeks and using his spit covered cock to tease you.

This was it, there was no going back now.

With a small thrust he started to enter you, slowly pushing in inch by inch, it took time for him to get all the way in. He was big, really big. But you were ready for it, your body relaxed and you could feel yourself getting used to the size of his cock.

Ennis grabbed your arms and used them to pull himself deeper inside you, his breath coming out heavy.

Then without warning he started moving, starting off with short slow thrusts but soon building up speed and force until he was fucking you hard.

You found yourself moaning loudly, the feeling of him inside you was indescribable. It was so fucking good.

You pushed your ass back on him with each thrust, urging him deeper.

Ennis’s quietness included his sex, the only thing filling the tent was the sound of your combined grunts and moans and the of skin slapping against each other.

Ennis continued to fuck you, picking up speed until finally you felt his cock expand inside you. He moved his hands to your waist holding you in place firmly.

This was good, it was perfect. How could something that was supposed to be so wrong feel so amazing?

Ennis growled and buried himself to the hilt only to pull back and slam back in again.

His one of his hands tightened around your waist, and he used the other to push your face into the blankets. He wasn’t letting up, still going with the same restless energy.

It finally became your undoing and you shot your load onto the blankets below you with a loud groan.

Once Ennis realized you had came he wasn’t holding back anymore, now it was his turn. His thrusts became erratic and his breathing got heavier, he moaned out loud as he unloaded inside you.

It took a few moments for Ennis to come down from his orgasm, his arms still wrapped around you.

“Damn” Ennis spoke first, still buried inside you.

You let out a huff of laughter, “Fuck”

Ennis slowly pulled out, but neither of you moved.

In the quiet darkness, Ennis broke the silence again, “You best not tell nobody about this.” He said matter-of-factly, he wasn’t being mean but you could sense his unease. He had just fucked a man, it was going to take a while for him to get used to that idea.

“Course not.” You said, and Ennis slowly let go of you, and say up straighter.

He took a few minutes to get dressed, and when he finally got out of the tent you realized you had just fucked an engaged man. It had been perfect, but now it was messy. You wondered if this would even happen again.

But there was something in his eyes that told you it wasn’t the last time, and that this whole situation might be more complicated than you had originally thought. But you didn’t care. For now, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

You were fucked, but it was too late to turn back now. You had gone over the line, and nothing was going to stop you from following him over. Not when he made you feel this good. And you knew it was only going to get better. It was time to face the facts, this wasn’t just a one shot thing with Ennis Del Mar, and nothing could ever change that.

If there was one thing you were sure of, it was that this was just the beginning, and that there aren’t any reins on this one. You were ready to take the leap and see where this journey would take you both.

You lay there in his arms, it was quiet and silent, you know he’s laying there, thinking about it, probably contemplating his life decisions, but you can’t blame him. This whole thing was a mess…

But you aren’t going to think about it right now, right now. You’re the one in his arms and frankly that’s where you feel the most comfortable.

You didn’t know what the future would being, but you were ready.