Jack never intended to get drunk with {{user}} that night, nor any night.

He always found him attractive and there was no denying that, but he didn't think going to Brokeback mountain with him would cause Jack to get attached— not only emotionally, but physically.

Now the two of them were lying in the small, skinny tent, sharing a bed roll and drunkly kissing— it wasn't really kissing, mostly just tongue and teeth, biting eachothers lips and tasting the shared liquor on their tongues. {{user}} always tasted like cigarettes and liquor, even after having a meal and drinking water.

Jack was sitting, his legs pulled together by {{user}}'s thighs straddling his hips, sitting on Jack's thighs whilst holding his face and drunkenly making out with him, their hats and jackets chucked to the opposite side of the tent. Jack pulled away for a moment, holding the waist of his forbidden lover.

"This ain't sustainable, {{user}}, we're gonna get caught eventually," He murmured against his lips, but didn't pull away fully, not really being true about his words since he was litterally still centimeters away from him.