Comfy Cozy
Title: Comfy Cozy
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Dedication: For lostsquee Luau Queen patch_tank, who wanted "warm".
Sawyer looks up from his borrowed paperback as the heavy wooden door swings open and snow blusters in, bringing with it not only an evening chill and a gust that flickers the flames in the fireplace, but also Jack, snow-dusted, rosy-cheeks flushed with the cold.
Jack pauses in the foyer of the nearly empty ski lodge, shaking snow from his shoulders and his hat-covered head, stomping his ski boots on the rubber mats before stepping on the carpet.
He spots Sawyer moments after and he smiles. He looks really damn happy.
Jack walks over and sits down in the armchair opposite him with a contented sigh. Sawyer can feel the cold radiating off of his North Face jacket just like he can feel the heat emanating from the hearth between them.
“Hey,” Jack greets him, pulling off his gloves and then his knit cap. His hair is just long enough now to be mussed, sticking every which way, and Sawyer half-smiles at the sight. Jack flexes his frigid fingers once or twice and then turns both his hands palms out toward the fire. “You look comfortable.”
Sawyer adjusts his feet on the ottoman and lets his book fall against his chest.
“Tellin’ you, going out there in the bitter cold to ski is nuts - you should stay in here and be all cozy with me, Doc.”
Sawyer picks up his mug of hot chocolate from the table next to him and hands it to Jack. Jack takes it gratefully and closes his eyes as he takes a long sip. Sawyer glances at the door, half expecting others to come trampling in shortly.
“Marc and his girl still out on the slopes?” Sawyer questions. They often vacationed together because usually it took a tag team of both boyfriend and best friend to get Jack to agree. Marc had opted for Vail this time and Sawyer went along with the idea because he liked Marc well enough not to mind. Sawyer had toughed it out on the hills for a day before packing it in and leaving the downhill danger to Jack.
“Yeah.”
“Why ain’t you with ‘em?” Sawyer questions, taking the mug back from Jack’s outstretched hand and taking a drink himself as he eyes Jack over the rim. Jack dips his head and rubs the back of his neck, smiling slightly. Sawyer pauses before hot liquid touches his lips and merely takes Jack in, suddenly startled to remember just how beautiful the man is.
“I thought I’d spend some time with you,” Jack replies, his gaze running over Sawyer and his comfortable spread. Books, blankets, hot chocolate, cookies, feet up, warm glowing fire, soft cushy chair… “Unless you’d rather read-“
“Hell, no, Doc.” Sawyer sits up straight and sets the mug back down on the table. “Read? Screw that. I’d rather get you warm.”
He tosses his book onto a nearby coffee table and abandons everything else, leaving it where it lays, and heads for their room. Jack hurries to catch up.