Lost fic: Kissing Games [Jack/Sawyer]
They need to put a warning label on the internet or something. I think this is habit-forming.
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to ABC, etc.
Summary: Jack didn't want to kiss anyone, least of all Sawyer. Yet here they were.
Spoilers: None? How'd that happen?
Archive: No, Feedback: Yes
Kissing Games
by eponine119
May 22, 2005
"What're you guys doing?" Jack paused near the group just as the bottle stopped spinning. He saw it in the glint of the firelight and it was the answer to his question.
It was, of course, pointing at him.
"Woooooooooooo," said that girl whose name he could never remember. There was a drunken note in her voice.
"Uh, I'm not playing," Jack pointed out, wondering if it was whatshername's turn or someone else's.
"Well that's a damn shame, now isn't it, doc?" Sawyer taunted.
Jack flinched, realizing whose turn it was. "I'm not playing," he repeated, as Sawyer pushed up to his feet. Everyone was watching them: what was he going to do, run away? He turned and continued on his original path.
"Jack," Sawyer said, following him away from the circle of people and prying eyes, into the privacy of the jungle.
"What?" Jack demanded, turning around to face the other man, and that was his mistake.
Sawyer's eyes flashed. "It's just a game, Jack. Scared?"
"I'm not scared of you," Jack said, but they could both hear the uncontrolled rise in his voice that sounded an awful lot like fear.
"All righty then," Sawyer said, drawing in close. Their eyes met as Sawyer planted his feet, bracing himself like he knew this was going to end with punching but planned to go ahead anyway. Jack's heart pounded in protest of the inevitable. His fists clenched and his body went rigid, ready for a fight as Sawyer touched him.
Sawyer's lips were softer than he ever would have guessed. They pressed against Jack's for a shocking moment, before Sawyer angled his head and opened his mouth. Jack's hands fell open at his sides as Sawyer's tongue slid against his, light and persuasive.
Sawyer tasted like liquor and cigarettes and he kissed like he was starving for affection. It already felt good, but the urgency and the desperation made it exciting. Sawyer moaned, a soft little sound scraping out of him, and Jack pulled away, breathing hard.
Sawyer's eyes stayed closed for a second, like he was clinging to something that was already gone. When they opened, there was a dark fire in them, focused on Jack's face. He looked like he didn't know quite what to do.
"Sawyer," Jack said, without really knowing why. He ought to walk away from this. Sawyer'd been drinking, but Jack hadn't. He had no excuse.
It was hearing his name that did it. Sawyer reached out, taking Jack's face in his hands. Like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He nudged Jack's chin up slightly, holding him steady as Sawyer snuggled in close. His entire body seemed to be vibrating with excitement or desire and it made Jack think of a purring cat, with not just sound but tremors radiating from his core.
Sawyer dipped his head slightly, meeting Jack's mouth with his again, expertly slipping his tongue inside. With eyes closed, Jack felt himself drowning in the dark, seductive world Sawyer created. His breath caught as the pad of Sawyer's thumb worked a circle against the tight hinge of his jaw. He didn't know what to do with his hands, a panic Jack hadn't felt since he was thirteen or so.
They found their way to Sawyer's waist, slipping under the ragged t-shirt to rest awkwardly against the hot, supple flesh underneath. Sawyer responded by pressing his lean body harder into Jack, working his tongue with a lazy rhythm. One Jack echoed, rubbing his hands into Sawyer's skin.
Jack wanted more. Wanted this to be fast and hard and scared again, unfamiliar. Now Sawyer kissed him like he owned him, like the challenge was gone, but Jack wanted control. He wanted to dig his hands through Sawyer's long hair just to see how it would feel different, just as his hard body against Jack's and the spicy scent of him were different than anything Jack had ever known. When Jack had thought about it before, idle unactionable thoughts flitting through his mind, he'd thought there wouldn't be much of a difference, kissing a man or a woman. Lips, teeth, tongue…what could be different when they were all just people? But this was not the same. It didn't occur to him that was because it was Sawyer.
To gain control, Jack slid his hands down, against the swell of Sawyer's ass, and urged him even closer. He felt possessed. Suddenly he didn't know what he was doing or what he wanted. His tongue plunged deep into Sawyer's mouth. He knew you couldn't get drunk from kissing someone who was, and yet he felt it. He was intoxicated by the feel of Sawyer's skin, the heat radiating from his body, the texture of his mouth.
Jack never did anything like this before. He was thinking he wanted Sawyer. /Wanted/ him. He licked the roof of Sawyer's mouth, one light ticklish stroke, knowing it would make him shudder in hard little jerks like he was going to break. Like most men, Jack always saw kissing as a means to an end. He wasn't a mercenary, but the point was to get the girl to go to bed with you. But that wasn't what this was about. He and Sawyer weren't going farther than this. Sawyer was drunk, and they were playing a game.
So Jack didn't know how this could end. Sawyer didn't seem to care and that knotted something inside Jack, the knowledge that Sawyer got off on kissing. Not all the way off, but it wasn't just a means to an end for him either. It was pure pleasure in its own right. That was the difference between them. Jack could think it's just a kiss, but to Sawyer it always meant something.
Or maybe it was the other way around. Sawyer had tricked him into thinking this was the best kiss of his life. Sawyer's hands caressed his face again and Jack knew this was all slowing to a stop, but he didn't want it to end. Something was wound up inside him that he didn't know how to release. He yearned to hear Sawyer make that soft, excited noise again. Jack kissed harder, but the moment faded anyway.
Sawyer tugged Jack's lower lip between his teeth, raking it with an excruciating gentleness as the kiss broke and they pulled apart. It was one final intimacy, another stab at Jack, who could barely stand to look at Sawyer, knowing what they'd done. He saw how invitingly red and swollen Sawyer's mouth looked now and knew he was the one who made it that way. Jack felt his excited pulse threading through his own lips, and his emotions twisted.
Jack raised his hand to his mouth, which was hot and damp under his fingertips. Sawyer's eyes were dark and he had a dimple showing on just one side as he reached out. He brushed Jack's hand away with his own, taking a long, slow sweep across Jack's lower lip with his thumb, his eyes tracking the motion. Jack touched his skin with the tip of his tongue and Sawyer sighed heavily. That sigh satisfied Jack, even as Sawyer withdrew. The game was over.
"How drunk are you?" Jack asked, accusatory. He wanted an out, something to blame besides himself.
"I ain't," Sawyer replied. "I only had a little bit to take the edge off. The others drank the rest. You missed a helluva party."
"Except I didn't," Jack said, because here they were.
"Right," Sawyer said, giving Jack a hard look. One that didn't quite disguise the longing in his eyes. Then he left. Jack let him go, because what else was he going to do? After a second, Jack turned in the other direction and started for the caves. He could still feel the phantom of kisses burning against his lips. Maybe he always would.
End.
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to ABC, etc.
Summary: Jack didn't want to kiss anyone, least of all Sawyer. Yet here they were.
Spoilers: None? How'd that happen?
Archive: No, Feedback: Yes
Kissing Games
by eponine119
May 22, 2005
"What're you guys doing?" Jack paused near the group just as the bottle stopped spinning. He saw it in the glint of the firelight and it was the answer to his question.
It was, of course, pointing at him.
"Woooooooooooo," said that girl whose name he could never remember. There was a drunken note in her voice.
"Uh, I'm not playing," Jack pointed out, wondering if it was whatshername's turn or someone else's.
"Well that's a damn shame, now isn't it, doc?" Sawyer taunted.
Jack flinched, realizing whose turn it was. "I'm not playing," he repeated, as Sawyer pushed up to his feet. Everyone was watching them: what was he going to do, run away? He turned and continued on his original path.
"Jack," Sawyer said, following him away from the circle of people and prying eyes, into the privacy of the jungle.
"What?" Jack demanded, turning around to face the other man, and that was his mistake.
Sawyer's eyes flashed. "It's just a game, Jack. Scared?"
"I'm not scared of you," Jack said, but they could both hear the uncontrolled rise in his voice that sounded an awful lot like fear.
"All righty then," Sawyer said, drawing in close. Their eyes met as Sawyer planted his feet, bracing himself like he knew this was going to end with punching but planned to go ahead anyway. Jack's heart pounded in protest of the inevitable. His fists clenched and his body went rigid, ready for a fight as Sawyer touched him.
Sawyer's lips were softer than he ever would have guessed. They pressed against Jack's for a shocking moment, before Sawyer angled his head and opened his mouth. Jack's hands fell open at his sides as Sawyer's tongue slid against his, light and persuasive.
Sawyer tasted like liquor and cigarettes and he kissed like he was starving for affection. It already felt good, but the urgency and the desperation made it exciting. Sawyer moaned, a soft little sound scraping out of him, and Jack pulled away, breathing hard.
Sawyer's eyes stayed closed for a second, like he was clinging to something that was already gone. When they opened, there was a dark fire in them, focused on Jack's face. He looked like he didn't know quite what to do.
"Sawyer," Jack said, without really knowing why. He ought to walk away from this. Sawyer'd been drinking, but Jack hadn't. He had no excuse.
It was hearing his name that did it. Sawyer reached out, taking Jack's face in his hands. Like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He nudged Jack's chin up slightly, holding him steady as Sawyer snuggled in close. His entire body seemed to be vibrating with excitement or desire and it made Jack think of a purring cat, with not just sound but tremors radiating from his core.
Sawyer dipped his head slightly, meeting Jack's mouth with his again, expertly slipping his tongue inside. With eyes closed, Jack felt himself drowning in the dark, seductive world Sawyer created. His breath caught as the pad of Sawyer's thumb worked a circle against the tight hinge of his jaw. He didn't know what to do with his hands, a panic Jack hadn't felt since he was thirteen or so.
They found their way to Sawyer's waist, slipping under the ragged t-shirt to rest awkwardly against the hot, supple flesh underneath. Sawyer responded by pressing his lean body harder into Jack, working his tongue with a lazy rhythm. One Jack echoed, rubbing his hands into Sawyer's skin.
Jack wanted more. Wanted this to be fast and hard and scared again, unfamiliar. Now Sawyer kissed him like he owned him, like the challenge was gone, but Jack wanted control. He wanted to dig his hands through Sawyer's long hair just to see how it would feel different, just as his hard body against Jack's and the spicy scent of him were different than anything Jack had ever known. When Jack had thought about it before, idle unactionable thoughts flitting through his mind, he'd thought there wouldn't be much of a difference, kissing a man or a woman. Lips, teeth, tongue…what could be different when they were all just people? But this was not the same. It didn't occur to him that was because it was Sawyer.
To gain control, Jack slid his hands down, against the swell of Sawyer's ass, and urged him even closer. He felt possessed. Suddenly he didn't know what he was doing or what he wanted. His tongue plunged deep into Sawyer's mouth. He knew you couldn't get drunk from kissing someone who was, and yet he felt it. He was intoxicated by the feel of Sawyer's skin, the heat radiating from his body, the texture of his mouth.
Jack never did anything like this before. He was thinking he wanted Sawyer. /Wanted/ him. He licked the roof of Sawyer's mouth, one light ticklish stroke, knowing it would make him shudder in hard little jerks like he was going to break. Like most men, Jack always saw kissing as a means to an end. He wasn't a mercenary, but the point was to get the girl to go to bed with you. But that wasn't what this was about. He and Sawyer weren't going farther than this. Sawyer was drunk, and they were playing a game.
So Jack didn't know how this could end. Sawyer didn't seem to care and that knotted something inside Jack, the knowledge that Sawyer got off on kissing. Not all the way off, but it wasn't just a means to an end for him either. It was pure pleasure in its own right. That was the difference between them. Jack could think it's just a kiss, but to Sawyer it always meant something.
Or maybe it was the other way around. Sawyer had tricked him into thinking this was the best kiss of his life. Sawyer's hands caressed his face again and Jack knew this was all slowing to a stop, but he didn't want it to end. Something was wound up inside him that he didn't know how to release. He yearned to hear Sawyer make that soft, excited noise again. Jack kissed harder, but the moment faded anyway.
Sawyer tugged Jack's lower lip between his teeth, raking it with an excruciating gentleness as the kiss broke and they pulled apart. It was one final intimacy, another stab at Jack, who could barely stand to look at Sawyer, knowing what they'd done. He saw how invitingly red and swollen Sawyer's mouth looked now and knew he was the one who made it that way. Jack felt his excited pulse threading through his own lips, and his emotions twisted.
Jack raised his hand to his mouth, which was hot and damp under his fingertips. Sawyer's eyes were dark and he had a dimple showing on just one side as he reached out. He brushed Jack's hand away with his own, taking a long, slow sweep across Jack's lower lip with his thumb, his eyes tracking the motion. Jack touched his skin with the tip of his tongue and Sawyer sighed heavily. That sigh satisfied Jack, even as Sawyer withdrew. The game was over.
"How drunk are you?" Jack asked, accusatory. He wanted an out, something to blame besides himself.
"I ain't," Sawyer replied. "I only had a little bit to take the edge off. The others drank the rest. You missed a helluva party."
"Except I didn't," Jack said, because here they were.
"Right," Sawyer said, giving Jack a hard look. One that didn't quite disguise the longing in his eyes. Then he left. Jack let him go, because what else was he going to do? After a second, Jack turned in the other direction and started for the caves. He could still feel the phantom of kisses burning against his lips. Maybe he always would.
End.