Fic: Lethal (Lost, Jack/Boone, NC17)
Title: Lethal
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Boone
Rating: NC17
Summary: Even Jack has his limits.
Author's note: For stareyednight's boys in eyeliner request. Because boys in eyeliner is never a bad idea, and with Boone that goes double. Holy fuck, I love this pairing. ::needs Jack/Boone icon like whoa:: Written entirely to Risingson by Massive Attack, in case you want to give it a listen.
Everybody was going a little stir crazy. They were still counting the days they'd been stranded on the island, but it was getting harder to keep track and people were starting to find other ways to amuse themselves. So Jack wasn't surprised to find the whole group of them huddled together in the sand, giggling like…well, like girls.
It took him a second to notice Boone sitting at the center, cheeks flushed that red that always made him look more delicate than he was. It took another second to notice that there was something different about him, even longer to figure out what it was, but when he did his whole body reacted. He knew they were all staring at him, mouths frozen in bright smiles and waiting for him to react. To do…something, but he was frozen in the sand, hands balled in fists at his sides and oblivious to four sets of eyes staring up at him.
Claire and Shannon and some girl whose name he couldn't remember, but he didn't register any of them, because all he could see was Boone. "Can I…talk to you for a minute?"
He wasn't even aware of the sound of his own voice, but he knew he must have said it out loud when Boone scrambled off the sand, smile gone and eyes flashing panic over the two dark smudges of eyeliner. He didn't wait for Boone to answer, just turned and walked back up the beach toward the tree line. He could hear the sounds of muffled, girlish laughter following them, and any other time it probably would have bothered him a little to know that they knew just how much this was affecting him, but right now…right now all he really wanted was to get Boone alone.
Boone who was hurrying behind him, talking in that soft, soft voice of his, the one that always sent a shiver up Jack's spine and he still wasn't sure when that started, but he'd stopped fighting it a long time ago. And okay, there had been stolen kisses and a few rushed hand jobs when they managed to find a little time alone, but there was always so much to do and so many people depending on him. But he wasn't thinking about any of them right now, wasn't thinking about anything except red lips and flushed cheeks and two dark smudges under Boone's eyes.
"We were just fooling around," Boone was saying, stumbling up the sand after Jack and he sounded a little breathless. "I used to let Shannon put makeup on me when we were kids, just to keep her quiet, and when she found some in one of the purses…"
Jack didn't answer, but when they were far enough into the trees he stopped, turning on Boone and gripping his arms just hard enough to get his attention. Instantly Boone stopped talking, mouth still open and that was all Jack needed. He surged forward, teeth clashing and tongue pushing into Boone's mouth, swallowing a muffled 'oh' of surprise and walking Boone backwards to lean against the nearest palm tree.
And he wasn't even sure what it was about Boone in eyeliner, but the second he saw it he was instantly hard and all he could think about was getting Boone alone as quickly as possible. About Boone on his knees, mouth around Jack's cock and eyes open, eyeliner smudged like he'd been out dancing all night and looking up at Jack while he sucked him off.
He didn't really want to want this - never had, because it was messy and complicated and there was no way to keep secrets on the island, but he wasn't thinking about any of that right now. All he could think about was Boone moving under him, cock hard and digging into his thigh and Boone's hands pushing up under Jack's shirt to clutch at his skin. And he was always so eager, always wanted Jack so much. Anybody else would have started asking questions by now, things Jack couldn't answer about where this was going and what happened if they did finally get rescued. But not Boone, and even though Jack felt bad about it, he knew that was part of what he liked so much about Boone.
Jack pulled away with a gasp, blood pounding in his veins as he studied Boone's slightly dazed expression. Sweat dripped down his face to pool at his collarbone, and before he had a chance to think about it Jack was leaning forward, licking a hot stripe along Boone's skin to taste salt and sweat and Boone. His own shirt was bunched up around his armpits, so he pulled back far enough to yank it over his head before he reached for his pants and pulled the zipper down.
And just like that Boone was dropping to his knees, not even waiting for Jack to ask for what he wanted before he reached up and pulled Jack's cock out. Like he'd done this before, and Jack closed his eyes against the sudden image of Boone on his knees in some dirty club, eyeliner smudged with sweat just like it was now and sucking off some stranger.
Only Jack wasn't a stranger; he wasn't sure what he was exactly, because they didn't date and he wasn't sure getting each other off every so often counted as a relationship. But this…this was different than anything they'd done before, and when he felt Boone's mouth close around his cock for the first time he didn't bother trying to hold back his moan.
It was a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he fought against the urge to close them because he didn't want to miss a second of this. Of Boone looking up at him, eyes bright and dark and watching in that way that usually made Jack nervous, but now it just made him want to thrust forward into that perfect mouth. And Boone was perfect, really, prettier than most of the girls Jack knew and always so willing, happy to go along with whatever as long as it meant he got to be near Jack.
A pang of guilt shot through him but he ignored it, focused instead on the mouth on his cock and the thing Boone was doing with his tongue that made Jack's whole body shudder. He threaded a hand through Boone's hair, fingers tightening just enough to let Boone know what he needed, and just like that he was moving faster. Like he knew what Jack wanted before he did, and someday Jack was going to remember to ask Boone about that trick.
But not now, because Boone was humming, low in his throat and sending jolts of pleasure straight up Jack's spine, and way too soon he was throwing his head back and coming with a low groan. He felt his knees buckle when Boone pulled off, listened to him spit into the underbrush before he stood up and looked a little warily at Jack. And he was still trying to catch his breath, but he wasn't too far gone to know exactly what that meant.
Boone was nervous, because he still didn't know where they stood and until now Jack hadn't either. But all it took was that moment of uncertainty for him to know exactly what he wanted from Boone and exactly how far he was willing to go to get it, and a second later he was moving forward again, pushing Boone gently backwards until he was leaning back against the tree.
And this would be so much easier if they weren't stuck on an island and sleeping in caves. He didn't think about his apartment back home much, didn't waste a lot of time regretting the big, empty bed and the two environmentally irresponsible showerheads with the amazing water pressure. He knew how far wishing would get him, after all, but just for a second he wished they were back there right now. Wished he'd met Boone in a club somewhere and taken him home to that too-big bed and his expensive shower.
Pictured Boone at some random club for the second time, only this time it was Jack he was kneeling in front of, eyes shining in the strobe lights and smile deceptively innocent. Jack grinned at the thought and reached up, thumb tracing the smudge of black under Boone's eye. "You look pretty good in makeup."
Boone grinned back at him, hand reaching up to catch Jack's and pull it away from his face. "Yeah, well, if I'd known that was what you were into I would have done it a long time ago."
He didn't bother pointing out that until a few minutes ago he hadn't known he was into it himself. Then again, he wasn't sure it was so much an eyeliner thing as a Boone thing, but he didn't say that either. Instead he leaned forward and pressed their lips together, tasting himself on Boone's tongue as he tugged Boone's pants open and slipped a hand inside. He swallowed the sound of Boone's gasp, hand moving in time to the erratic thrusts of Boone's hips until finally he tensed and came on Jack's fingers.
It was over way too soon, but Jack knew they'd already been gone too long. Knew someone would come looking for him eventually, babbling about this person's rash or that person's cough and expecting some kind of miracle cure. Expecting him to make everything better, and he knew he'd be left feeling helpless and frustrated and wishing there were two of him just so he could get a little time to himself.
But for now they were alone, and Boone wasn't asking for any more than Jack wanted to give.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Boone
Rating: NC17
Summary: Even Jack has his limits.
Author's note: For stareyednight's boys in eyeliner request. Because boys in eyeliner is never a bad idea, and with Boone that goes double. Holy fuck, I love this pairing. ::needs Jack/Boone icon like whoa:: Written entirely to Risingson by Massive Attack, in case you want to give it a listen.
Everybody was going a little stir crazy. They were still counting the days they'd been stranded on the island, but it was getting harder to keep track and people were starting to find other ways to amuse themselves. So Jack wasn't surprised to find the whole group of them huddled together in the sand, giggling like…well, like girls.
It took him a second to notice Boone sitting at the center, cheeks flushed that red that always made him look more delicate than he was. It took another second to notice that there was something different about him, even longer to figure out what it was, but when he did his whole body reacted. He knew they were all staring at him, mouths frozen in bright smiles and waiting for him to react. To do…something, but he was frozen in the sand, hands balled in fists at his sides and oblivious to four sets of eyes staring up at him.
Claire and Shannon and some girl whose name he couldn't remember, but he didn't register any of them, because all he could see was Boone. "Can I…talk to you for a minute?"
He wasn't even aware of the sound of his own voice, but he knew he must have said it out loud when Boone scrambled off the sand, smile gone and eyes flashing panic over the two dark smudges of eyeliner. He didn't wait for Boone to answer, just turned and walked back up the beach toward the tree line. He could hear the sounds of muffled, girlish laughter following them, and any other time it probably would have bothered him a little to know that they knew just how much this was affecting him, but right now…right now all he really wanted was to get Boone alone.
Boone who was hurrying behind him, talking in that soft, soft voice of his, the one that always sent a shiver up Jack's spine and he still wasn't sure when that started, but he'd stopped fighting it a long time ago. And okay, there had been stolen kisses and a few rushed hand jobs when they managed to find a little time alone, but there was always so much to do and so many people depending on him. But he wasn't thinking about any of them right now, wasn't thinking about anything except red lips and flushed cheeks and two dark smudges under Boone's eyes.
"We were just fooling around," Boone was saying, stumbling up the sand after Jack and he sounded a little breathless. "I used to let Shannon put makeup on me when we were kids, just to keep her quiet, and when she found some in one of the purses…"
Jack didn't answer, but when they were far enough into the trees he stopped, turning on Boone and gripping his arms just hard enough to get his attention. Instantly Boone stopped talking, mouth still open and that was all Jack needed. He surged forward, teeth clashing and tongue pushing into Boone's mouth, swallowing a muffled 'oh' of surprise and walking Boone backwards to lean against the nearest palm tree.
And he wasn't even sure what it was about Boone in eyeliner, but the second he saw it he was instantly hard and all he could think about was getting Boone alone as quickly as possible. About Boone on his knees, mouth around Jack's cock and eyes open, eyeliner smudged like he'd been out dancing all night and looking up at Jack while he sucked him off.
He didn't really want to want this - never had, because it was messy and complicated and there was no way to keep secrets on the island, but he wasn't thinking about any of that right now. All he could think about was Boone moving under him, cock hard and digging into his thigh and Boone's hands pushing up under Jack's shirt to clutch at his skin. And he was always so eager, always wanted Jack so much. Anybody else would have started asking questions by now, things Jack couldn't answer about where this was going and what happened if they did finally get rescued. But not Boone, and even though Jack felt bad about it, he knew that was part of what he liked so much about Boone.
Jack pulled away with a gasp, blood pounding in his veins as he studied Boone's slightly dazed expression. Sweat dripped down his face to pool at his collarbone, and before he had a chance to think about it Jack was leaning forward, licking a hot stripe along Boone's skin to taste salt and sweat and Boone. His own shirt was bunched up around his armpits, so he pulled back far enough to yank it over his head before he reached for his pants and pulled the zipper down.
And just like that Boone was dropping to his knees, not even waiting for Jack to ask for what he wanted before he reached up and pulled Jack's cock out. Like he'd done this before, and Jack closed his eyes against the sudden image of Boone on his knees in some dirty club, eyeliner smudged with sweat just like it was now and sucking off some stranger.
Only Jack wasn't a stranger; he wasn't sure what he was exactly, because they didn't date and he wasn't sure getting each other off every so often counted as a relationship. But this…this was different than anything they'd done before, and when he felt Boone's mouth close around his cock for the first time he didn't bother trying to hold back his moan.
It was a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he fought against the urge to close them because he didn't want to miss a second of this. Of Boone looking up at him, eyes bright and dark and watching in that way that usually made Jack nervous, but now it just made him want to thrust forward into that perfect mouth. And Boone was perfect, really, prettier than most of the girls Jack knew and always so willing, happy to go along with whatever as long as it meant he got to be near Jack.
A pang of guilt shot through him but he ignored it, focused instead on the mouth on his cock and the thing Boone was doing with his tongue that made Jack's whole body shudder. He threaded a hand through Boone's hair, fingers tightening just enough to let Boone know what he needed, and just like that he was moving faster. Like he knew what Jack wanted before he did, and someday Jack was going to remember to ask Boone about that trick.
But not now, because Boone was humming, low in his throat and sending jolts of pleasure straight up Jack's spine, and way too soon he was throwing his head back and coming with a low groan. He felt his knees buckle when Boone pulled off, listened to him spit into the underbrush before he stood up and looked a little warily at Jack. And he was still trying to catch his breath, but he wasn't too far gone to know exactly what that meant.
Boone was nervous, because he still didn't know where they stood and until now Jack hadn't either. But all it took was that moment of uncertainty for him to know exactly what he wanted from Boone and exactly how far he was willing to go to get it, and a second later he was moving forward again, pushing Boone gently backwards until he was leaning back against the tree.
And this would be so much easier if they weren't stuck on an island and sleeping in caves. He didn't think about his apartment back home much, didn't waste a lot of time regretting the big, empty bed and the two environmentally irresponsible showerheads with the amazing water pressure. He knew how far wishing would get him, after all, but just for a second he wished they were back there right now. Wished he'd met Boone in a club somewhere and taken him home to that too-big bed and his expensive shower.
Pictured Boone at some random club for the second time, only this time it was Jack he was kneeling in front of, eyes shining in the strobe lights and smile deceptively innocent. Jack grinned at the thought and reached up, thumb tracing the smudge of black under Boone's eye. "You look pretty good in makeup."
Boone grinned back at him, hand reaching up to catch Jack's and pull it away from his face. "Yeah, well, if I'd known that was what you were into I would have done it a long time ago."
He didn't bother pointing out that until a few minutes ago he hadn't known he was into it himself. Then again, he wasn't sure it was so much an eyeliner thing as a Boone thing, but he didn't say that either. Instead he leaned forward and pressed their lips together, tasting himself on Boone's tongue as he tugged Boone's pants open and slipped a hand inside. He swallowed the sound of Boone's gasp, hand moving in time to the erratic thrusts of Boone's hips until finally he tensed and came on Jack's fingers.
It was over way too soon, but Jack knew they'd already been gone too long. Knew someone would come looking for him eventually, babbling about this person's rash or that person's cough and expecting some kind of miracle cure. Expecting him to make everything better, and he knew he'd be left feeling helpless and frustrated and wishing there were two of him just so he could get a little time to himself.
But for now they were alone, and Boone wasn't asking for any more than Jack wanted to give.