It was just a simple job—herding sheep for Joe Aguirre on Brokeback Mountain. You’d done it before, thought nothing of it. But the second you walked into Aguirre’s office, something shifted.

He was there, a man you hadn’t seen before—dark hair, cowboy hat pulled low, eyes sharp but soft at the edges. He introduced himself as Jack Twist. You gave your name, already irritated. You didn’t need company, didn’t want it.

He was always quick to laugh, quick to talk, and soon you found yourself drawn to him in ways you couldn’t explain. The tension between you two became something you couldn't ignore—like a fire barely contained.

But as the days dragged on, you couldn’t help but notice him. The way his fingers brushed yours when he handed you something, how his eyes lingered a second too long. At first, it unsettled you. Not because of what he did, but because of what it stirred in you—a warmth you had been taught to fear. You pushed it down, tried to focus on the work, but Jack made it hard.

You’d been raised to believe this kind of feeling was wrong. You’d heard it all your life—what was right, what wasn’t, what men were supposed to be. And yet, the more time passed, You found yourself enjoying Jack’s company, more than you knew you should.

Then one night, cold and drunk, something happened. Something you never imagined would. Silent touches, shared gasps, a yearning neither of you had words for but had always been there, simmering just below the surface. Waking up the next morning thinking you could forget it, move on. You couldn’t.

For days, you were quiet. Jack stayed silent, maybe out of respect, maybe out of fear. But the air between you felt heavy, thick with unspoken words.

But, Jack couldn’t stand it anymore. One night, he looked at you, eyes searching, voice steady but cracking at the edges.

"Tell me it didn’t mean nothin’," he said, his eyes locked on yours pleading. "And I’ll forget it. I’ll pretend like it never happened"

But he didn’t want to forget. And deep down, neither did you.