Lost, Jack/Sawyer, scars/tattoos, angst/hope, journeys/motels, R (979 words) part two of twohaldoorApril 22 2010, 01:58:10 UTC
He sensed Sawyer watching the way he traced his fingertips over it and let his eyes be drawn to Sawyer's face. There was no hurry here despite how it had started; they'd done this-or something like it-a million times over the last few months.
"What do you see when you do that, Doc?"
"Same as you do when you touch my tattoos, I suppose," Jack answered after a moment's thought.
Sawyer snorted, like he couldn't imagine they saw the same things, but Jack was fairly sure it couldn't be too different, even if he had gotten the tattoos before he and Sawyer ever knew the other existed.
Propping himself up over Jack on one arm as Jack continued to trace the pattern of scars on his golden skin, Sawyer smiled dreamily down at him, free hand straying to the tattoos. It tickled lightly, but Jack didn't mind and he held still, ceasing his own finger motion as he watched Sawyer's green-blue eyes deepen in thought.
After a few silent moments, Sawyer met his eyes again. "I wanna find something."
Desire didn't completely disappear at the words, but Jack's heart thumped solidly and he swallowed cautiously before asking, "Find what?"
"Not sure you'll agree to it." Sawyer looked as worried as before suddenly, his tension practically crackling between their bodies to make Jack feel equally as afraid all of a sudden.
"What is it?"
"A place." Sawyer almost shifted off him, but Jack held him there, questioning with his eyes. He thought about asking again, but Sawyer knew what Jack wanted to know. It took a while, but Sawyer finally went on. "We been together a while now, Doc, ya know? Been through a lot. This-what we have-is more'n I've had before. Just…" He rolled his eyes, his difficulty with the admission obvious.
"Sawyer, I know all that. Just tell me. I'm not going to run screaming from the room, okay?"
Sawyer licked his lip carefully, shifting so that a frisson of their interrupted lust sparked through Jack. "A place for us. Somewhere to stop. Ain't we done enough running now? Don't ever have to go back there." He was still on edge and the frown that marred his perfect brow made him look older than it should.
Was that all? Jack smiled, putting his hand around Sawyer's neck and pulling him in for a long, slow kiss. Sawyer responded slowly, but Jack could feel the tension ease out of his body as the kiss deepened.
"Yeah," Jack said when they finally parted for breath, "Let's do that."
"What do you see when you do that, Doc?"
"Same as you do when you touch my tattoos, I suppose," Jack answered after a moment's thought.
Sawyer snorted, like he couldn't imagine they saw the same things, but Jack was fairly sure it couldn't be too different, even if he had gotten the tattoos before he and Sawyer ever knew the other existed.
Propping himself up over Jack on one arm as Jack continued to trace the pattern of scars on his golden skin, Sawyer smiled dreamily down at him, free hand straying to the tattoos. It tickled lightly, but Jack didn't mind and he held still, ceasing his own finger motion as he watched Sawyer's green-blue eyes deepen in thought.
After a few silent moments, Sawyer met his eyes again. "I wanna find something."
Desire didn't completely disappear at the words, but Jack's heart thumped solidly and he swallowed cautiously before asking, "Find what?"
"Not sure you'll agree to it." Sawyer looked as worried as before suddenly, his tension practically crackling between their bodies to make Jack feel equally as afraid all of a sudden.
"What is it?"
"A place." Sawyer almost shifted off him, but Jack held him there, questioning with his eyes. He thought about asking again, but Sawyer knew what Jack wanted to know. It took a while, but Sawyer finally went on. "We been together a while now, Doc, ya know? Been through a lot. This-what we have-is more'n I've had before. Just…" He rolled his eyes, his difficulty with the admission obvious.
"Sawyer, I know all that. Just tell me. I'm not going to run screaming from the room, okay?"
Sawyer licked his lip carefully, shifting so that a frisson of their interrupted lust sparked through Jack. "A place for us. Somewhere to stop. Ain't we done enough running now? Don't ever have to go back there." He was still on edge and the frown that marred his perfect brow made him look older than it should.
Was that all? Jack smiled, putting his hand around Sawyer's neck and pulling him in for a long, slow kiss. Sawyer responded slowly, but Jack could feel the tension ease out of his body as the kiss deepened.
"Yeah," Jack said when they finally parted for breath, "Let's do that."
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I loved the image of them standing in the doorway together, not caring who saw. Very hot. Hehe.
Thank you!
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