Brokeback Mountain; “You know I ain’t queer” scene w/ GyJo
The fire gleamed gently, shifting around the busted up kettle, scuffs and a layer of charcoal have decorated the bent metal. Johnny idly poked at the piece of lamb meat roasting over the flames with his knife; ‘he needs a new one soon’, Gyro thought, glancing between the comestible and his partner. His green eyes were held lidded and comfortable, casting long stares before the thought of looking away provoked him.
Johnny’s eyes stayed fixed on the food, only shifting when he felt them closing subconsciously when he got too lost in thought. Something deeply rooted itself in his mind, Gyro could see it, the way his fingers moved and the tension between his muscles. He had felt it too, of course, but didn’t dare tread into the dreaded territory; it was a conversation he truly wasn’t prepared for, one he wanted to avoid. He believed that they could live in silence, a comfortable and non-confrontational silence. Unspoken words would lead them through their relationship, and nothing would ever have to be said. This preconceived notion was quickly sent up as an ember with the sparkling flames as Johnny’s voice broke through the air.
“This is a one shot thing we got goin’ on here,” his voice was blank, so factual that Gyro wanted to rip his heart out from its resting place between his ribs. He licked his lips nervously, pressing them tightly together, he was fighting the words that formed from his hastily beating heart, and desperately trying to cling to the ones his brain fed him instead. He could taste the bitter green pigment smudge across his tongue.
“It’s nobodies business but ours,” his hands came to rub at the grass he had been strewn out upon, small fractions of dirt nestled into his nails as he ripped a small chunk of green from the earth. His eyes drifted back to Johnny, who still refused to look at him.
“You know I ain’t queer.”
The words had stung with a harshness Gyro felt he never experienced before; his lips locked together once more, the tip of his tongue pressed against the back of the golden coverings adorning his teeth. The outlawed term made his arms tremble, he swallowed thickly while thinking of some sort of escape; an excuse for his actions, a denial of them completely. Gyro knew that his existence was a crime unforgivable by God, a sin you could not wash from your hands.
“Me neither,” is all he could say.
As a silence fell over them again, Gyro could see the semblance of dried lamb blood crusted onto Johnny’s hand.
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