Balls and beads
Title: Sensational
Pairing: Sawyer/Desmond
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 03x10
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Author's notes: English is not my first language.
Summary: Sawyer has returned to the beach. Desmond visits his tent to ask for scotch but he gets something else instead.
Dedication: For Faith, who came up with the brilliant idea of combining Sawyer, Desmond and a certain sextoy ;)
Desmond resists the urge to thrust as Sawyer takes his length in even further. The skin on his bare back starts to bruise against the rough trunk of the tree. In the middle of the jungle, unlikely to get caught by any of the other castaways he suddenly wonders how things got this far.
***
“You happen to have any scotch brotha?”
Sawyer smiled sarcastically.
“Scotch, huh? If I had it, what makes you think I would give it to you then?”
They both didn’t speak for a few seconds.
Desmond’s suggestion to share a bottle then made Sawyer laugh even harder.
”I ain’t sharing anything with anyone! Brotha!”
***
He moans when Sawyer’s tongue explores the tip of his erection while he cups his balls with his hand. Every movement Sawyer makes is rough, fast and inconsistent. Masculine, very masculine. Not that he would have expected Sawyer to fuck like a woman in the first place.
***
“It would be nice for you to share something for a change.”
Every comment he made cracked Sawyer up even more.
”Nice?! If you’re looking for nice you came to the wrong place!”
The way Sawyer acts when he’s ticked off is pretty sexy, Desmond thinks.
”Fine brotha, I’ll go through your stash myself then!”
Sawyer’s firm grip around his wrist turned him on, even though Sawyer intended it to be uncomfortable for him.
”Hey, hands off my stuff, or bad things are about to happen!”
There’s no bottle of scotch but Desmond’s eye caught something else. Just before Sawyer has the change to pull his hand away he already grabbed it.
”What's this then?”
Sawyer smirks when he sees Desmond wondering about the little string of beads.
”Ah c’mon man! Don’t tell me you don’t know that!”
Desmond’s expression tells him he really has no clue.
”Follow me. I’ll show you….”
***
As he contracts the muscles in his lower back and ass he feels them. It’s a new sensation, but a sensation it definitely is. He grabs Sawyer’s hair when he feels he’s about to come. This is the moment Sawyer was waiting for. He knows he should pull the string of beads out exactly when Desmond will ejaculate. The groans of the man standing in front of him, the man who clearly never had his cock sucked by another man before, make him hard too and he can’t wait for his turn.
”I’m coming brotha!” Desmond moans.
Now, Sawyer knows. He pulls the string out of Desmond’s anus while he feels him coming in his mouth.
Desmond moans something. Words Sawyer never heard coming from him before, a kind of curse he wouldn’t have expected coming from this man. After swallowing the last bits of his hot semen Sawyer starts laughing.
”Then again I would curse too if this was only the first time with those precious little beadies!”
He stands up and brings his face close to Desmond’s, who’s still trying to catch his breath after this intense orgasm. He waves with the string of beads before Desmond’s eyes.
”Now that you know how great they are you wouldn’t want me to go without, now would you?”
Without saying a word Desmond grabs the beads. Sawyer gasps when he inserts them. He grows even harder when Desmond takes his long shaft in his hand. With Sawyer’s pre-cum on his fingers he jerks him off. He presses his bare chest against Sawyer’s; muscled, smooth and a little bit sweaty. On Sawyer’s lips he tastes himself and when their tongues get tangled up in a passionate kiss Sawyer thinks he tastes scotch, but maybe that’s just his imagination.
He thrusts in Desmond’s hand, faster as he gets closer to climaxing. Getting jerked off wouldn’t really mean anything, after all the women who did it to him, but this is different. This is a bigger hand, a tighter grip, a more skilled and experienced performance. With the taste of Desmond still in his mouth, the scent of his sex being stronger than the smell of the wet jungle and those beads filling him from behind while one of the sexiest men he has ever met is taking care of his throbbing cock it’s not that hard to be very horny. But he wants to wait just a little longer.
Again Desmond presses his lips against Sawyer mouth. Aching for another kiss he opens his mouth already.
The sun burning through the roof of leafs makes them both sweat even more but the increasing heat of their bodies is probably more caused by other factors.
With Desmond softly biting his upper lip while he pulls the string of beads a little bit Sawyer knows it’s impossible to delay his orgasm any longer. He grabs Desmond’s muscled shoulders for support and groans, moans and gasps when he starts ejaculating. Fast learner as Desmond is he knows to pull the beads out now to intensify Sawyer’s orgasm. Those beads are miracle workers, he thinks, when Sawyer comes all over his hand and lower belly. His noises are impressive in the silence of the jungle. He pulls Desmond close to feel his body once again against his own, their sweat and semen mixing as their bodies collide, tasting each other as their lips meet to share another kiss.
Without saying a word they both adjust themselves. Just before they’re about to head back to the beach Sawyer remembers the beads, after all they were the main ingredient of this experience.
”Hey, where are they?”
Desmond looks at him clueless again, a look he seem to give Sawyer a lot today.
”The beads, genius! Don’t tell me you’ve lost them!”
Desmond laughs.
”They’re in my pocket. They were amazing brotha, how can you think I would loose them?”
Sawyer reaches out his hand.
”Well, I’m thrilled you liked them, but they’re mine…..”
He hesitates for a few seconds before he continues: “Feel free to come by to borrow them though, in the future.”
He takes the beads and walks back to beach, not showing Desmond his delighted smile but not seeing the gleeful expression on Desmond’s face either.
Pairing: Sawyer/Desmond
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 03x10
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Author's notes: English is not my first language.
Summary: Sawyer has returned to the beach. Desmond visits his tent to ask for scotch but he gets something else instead.
Dedication: For Faith, who came up with the brilliant idea of combining Sawyer, Desmond and a certain sextoy ;)
Desmond resists the urge to thrust as Sawyer takes his length in even further. The skin on his bare back starts to bruise against the rough trunk of the tree. In the middle of the jungle, unlikely to get caught by any of the other castaways he suddenly wonders how things got this far.
***
“You happen to have any scotch brotha?”
Sawyer smiled sarcastically.
“Scotch, huh? If I had it, what makes you think I would give it to you then?”
They both didn’t speak for a few seconds.
Desmond’s suggestion to share a bottle then made Sawyer laugh even harder.
”I ain’t sharing anything with anyone! Brotha!”
***
He moans when Sawyer’s tongue explores the tip of his erection while he cups his balls with his hand. Every movement Sawyer makes is rough, fast and inconsistent. Masculine, very masculine. Not that he would have expected Sawyer to fuck like a woman in the first place.
***
“It would be nice for you to share something for a change.”
Every comment he made cracked Sawyer up even more.
”Nice?! If you’re looking for nice you came to the wrong place!”
The way Sawyer acts when he’s ticked off is pretty sexy, Desmond thinks.
”Fine brotha, I’ll go through your stash myself then!”
Sawyer’s firm grip around his wrist turned him on, even though Sawyer intended it to be uncomfortable for him.
”Hey, hands off my stuff, or bad things are about to happen!”
There’s no bottle of scotch but Desmond’s eye caught something else. Just before Sawyer has the change to pull his hand away he already grabbed it.
”What's this then?”
Sawyer smirks when he sees Desmond wondering about the little string of beads.
”Ah c’mon man! Don’t tell me you don’t know that!”
Desmond’s expression tells him he really has no clue.
”Follow me. I’ll show you….”
***
As he contracts the muscles in his lower back and ass he feels them. It’s a new sensation, but a sensation it definitely is. He grabs Sawyer’s hair when he feels he’s about to come. This is the moment Sawyer was waiting for. He knows he should pull the string of beads out exactly when Desmond will ejaculate. The groans of the man standing in front of him, the man who clearly never had his cock sucked by another man before, make him hard too and he can’t wait for his turn.
”I’m coming brotha!” Desmond moans.
Now, Sawyer knows. He pulls the string out of Desmond’s anus while he feels him coming in his mouth.
Desmond moans something. Words Sawyer never heard coming from him before, a kind of curse he wouldn’t have expected coming from this man. After swallowing the last bits of his hot semen Sawyer starts laughing.
”Then again I would curse too if this was only the first time with those precious little beadies!”
He stands up and brings his face close to Desmond’s, who’s still trying to catch his breath after this intense orgasm. He waves with the string of beads before Desmond’s eyes.
”Now that you know how great they are you wouldn’t want me to go without, now would you?”
Without saying a word Desmond grabs the beads. Sawyer gasps when he inserts them. He grows even harder when Desmond takes his long shaft in his hand. With Sawyer’s pre-cum on his fingers he jerks him off. He presses his bare chest against Sawyer’s; muscled, smooth and a little bit sweaty. On Sawyer’s lips he tastes himself and when their tongues get tangled up in a passionate kiss Sawyer thinks he tastes scotch, but maybe that’s just his imagination.
He thrusts in Desmond’s hand, faster as he gets closer to climaxing. Getting jerked off wouldn’t really mean anything, after all the women who did it to him, but this is different. This is a bigger hand, a tighter grip, a more skilled and experienced performance. With the taste of Desmond still in his mouth, the scent of his sex being stronger than the smell of the wet jungle and those beads filling him from behind while one of the sexiest men he has ever met is taking care of his throbbing cock it’s not that hard to be very horny. But he wants to wait just a little longer.
Again Desmond presses his lips against Sawyer mouth. Aching for another kiss he opens his mouth already.
The sun burning through the roof of leafs makes them both sweat even more but the increasing heat of their bodies is probably more caused by other factors.
With Desmond softly biting his upper lip while he pulls the string of beads a little bit Sawyer knows it’s impossible to delay his orgasm any longer. He grabs Desmond’s muscled shoulders for support and groans, moans and gasps when he starts ejaculating. Fast learner as Desmond is he knows to pull the beads out now to intensify Sawyer’s orgasm. Those beads are miracle workers, he thinks, when Sawyer comes all over his hand and lower belly. His noises are impressive in the silence of the jungle. He pulls Desmond close to feel his body once again against his own, their sweat and semen mixing as their bodies collide, tasting each other as their lips meet to share another kiss.
Without saying a word they both adjust themselves. Just before they’re about to head back to the beach Sawyer remembers the beads, after all they were the main ingredient of this experience.
”Hey, where are they?”
Desmond looks at him clueless again, a look he seem to give Sawyer a lot today.
”The beads, genius! Don’t tell me you’ve lost them!”
Desmond laughs.
”They’re in my pocket. They were amazing brotha, how can you think I would loose them?”
Sawyer reaches out his hand.
”Well, I’m thrilled you liked them, but they’re mine…..”
He hesitates for a few seconds before he continues: “Feel free to come by to borrow them though, in the future.”
He takes the beads and walks back to beach, not showing Desmond his delighted smile but not seeing the gleeful expression on Desmond’s face either.