Imagine
TITLE: Imagine
PROMPT: Creative
RATING: Strong R/Almost NC-17
WORD COUNT: 358
SUMMARY: Charlie wishes he was with Sawyer, even when he's sleeping with Claire.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was written in fifteen minutes. Sorry for any mistakes.
Charlie can imagine it now - how rough Sawyer would be with him. He wouldn't make him go nice and slow like Claire makes him go. He hates the slow fucks - it doesn't bring pleasure like the few times she's drunk.
She loves them though, so he does it for her. He does everything for her. Of course he does; how can he not? She lets him be Aaron's father; he has to. Plus she says it's twice as good that way, that it brings her off faster if he goes slow.
Sawyer wouldn't like it though. He would want it fast, would want the movements so dizzying and rapid that it made both their heads spin.
Claire's loud, but she doesn't say his name much, if at all. She moans, gasps, pants, screams even though Aaron is just a room away. Sawyer wouldn't be like that. He would be the opposite. He'd be expressive, yes, but in a different way. He'd whisper Charlie's name low in his ear to edge him on, to make him thrust harder against his prostate, to make them both come so hard. He'd say it in that southern drawl that always made Charlie shiver, ever since the island.
But Charlie hadn't seen him since the island. No one has. He's disappeared. Yet he doesn't think of that because he has Claire, and she's under him where Sawyer should be. He's not even sure if Sawyer would let him top; he wouldn't mind bottoming to him. Those strong arms encircling him, slamming into him, leaving him breathless… It was more than Claire could do.
He also knows Sawyer would swallow his dick in one fluid motion. Claire chokes if she tries - if she tries. She has begun to resent it, just like he resents returning the favour. It doesn't matter; as long as he gets off at the end of the night and falls asleep to dreams of him, he's happy.
That's why he has to be creative. With his face to her collarbone, he is more creative than he has been with any song.
Sawyer's under him tonight; not Claire.
PROMPT: Creative
RATING: Strong R/Almost NC-17
WORD COUNT: 358
SUMMARY: Charlie wishes he was with Sawyer, even when he's sleeping with Claire.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was written in fifteen minutes. Sorry for any mistakes.
Charlie can imagine it now - how rough Sawyer would be with him. He wouldn't make him go nice and slow like Claire makes him go. He hates the slow fucks - it doesn't bring pleasure like the few times she's drunk.
She loves them though, so he does it for her. He does everything for her. Of course he does; how can he not? She lets him be Aaron's father; he has to. Plus she says it's twice as good that way, that it brings her off faster if he goes slow.
Sawyer wouldn't like it though. He would want it fast, would want the movements so dizzying and rapid that it made both their heads spin.
Claire's loud, but she doesn't say his name much, if at all. She moans, gasps, pants, screams even though Aaron is just a room away. Sawyer wouldn't be like that. He would be the opposite. He'd be expressive, yes, but in a different way. He'd whisper Charlie's name low in his ear to edge him on, to make him thrust harder against his prostate, to make them both come so hard. He'd say it in that southern drawl that always made Charlie shiver, ever since the island.
But Charlie hadn't seen him since the island. No one has. He's disappeared. Yet he doesn't think of that because he has Claire, and she's under him where Sawyer should be. He's not even sure if Sawyer would let him top; he wouldn't mind bottoming to him. Those strong arms encircling him, slamming into him, leaving him breathless… It was more than Claire could do.
He also knows Sawyer would swallow his dick in one fluid motion. Claire chokes if she tries - if she tries. She has begun to resent it, just like he resents returning the favour. It doesn't matter; as long as he gets off at the end of the night and falls asleep to dreams of him, he's happy.
That's why he has to be creative. With his face to her collarbone, he is more creative than he has been with any song.
Sawyer's under him tonight; not Claire.