someone said porn?
well I do have porn. it's been a while since I porned. maybe I needed the extra push? okay, so it's all due to porn day at lostsquee !
Mardi Gras (3/?), 916 words of Jack/Sawyer porn, NC-17.
I am sorry this had no beta, I hope the porn makes up for it? mmmm. where were we? (2 short drabbles precede this, aka Mardi Gras and Mardi Gras 2)
The stone wall was rough and cold against Jack's back, a stark contrast to the smooth and wet searing heat of Sawyer's mouth around his cock. Rolling his head back, Jack felt a sharp pain as his skull bounced hard on the surface. It was a welcome distraction, something to help him hang on a little while more.
The sounds that Sawyer made as he sucked and licked like it was going out of fashion where downright pornographic. Taking the entirety of the space in the alley, they drowned the evidence of the festivities just a few feet away.
Jack hissed when he felt teeth, and he grabbed Sawyer's hair to make him look up. A deep growl resonated around his dick: it was not a secret that Sawyer liked it rough but Jack was rarely bold enough to give him what he craved. The white hot hunger between the two of them had just been unleashed after years of build up and Sawyer took what he could, treating Jack like a skittish colt that could bolt any second. He made it clear what he wished for but never insisted.
The irises of Sawyer's eyes were almost invisible, eaten by his blown pupils, and the dept of his need hit Jack like a tidal wave. The deep pools of darkness spoke of debauchery, sin and eternal damnation. Maybe it was the alcohol, the weed they had earlier, the demented atmosphere of the weekend or all of the above but Jack suddenly felt the power it would give him to really possess that fallen angel.
He yanked at Sawyer's hair again.
"Stop. Stop. Now."
Sawyer let go of his engorged cock and smirked. He made his drawl extra lazy, caressing Jack’s tights.
"What? Afraid we'll get caught? A little blowjob won't offend anyone here Doc. Heck, it's par for the course."
Jack rolled his eyes: he was not in the mood to be taunted. He hauled Sawyer up and roughly threw him face first against the wall, trapping him with his body. He whispered hotly in Sawyer's ear as he started undoing his belt.
"Shut up. I wanna fuck you and that’s what I’m going to do. Right here and now, no lube. You wanna mess around, we’re gonna mess around."
The deep gasp at that was enough to send a thrill through Jack, and Sawyer bucked against him.
"Yeah. Yeah. Please."
"You’re such a little slut. Always eager, just begging for my cock up your tight little ass. Are you always like that or is it just for me?"
Sawyer chuckled breathlessly.
"Fuck. You kiss your mother with that mouth, Doc?"
Yanking Sawyer’s jeans down roughly, Jack dick swelled a little more when he realized that his lover was going commando. Of course he was. He fisted Sawyer’s dripping erection hard enough to hover on the line between good and painful and Sawyer keened, throwing his head back.
"Shut up. Or no, better. Answer me. Is. It. Just. For. Me ?" Jack asked again, punctuating each word with a pull. He knew he was pushing it, as there was a difference with playing rough and using this to extract confessions that were not ready to be unleashed. The answer was almost lost as it was so low.
"You. Just you. I’ll do whatever you want Jack. Anything."
Jack sunk his teeth in Sawyer’s neck to stifle the need to answer in kin, confess that he’d follow wherever, that he was hooked as if on heroin and helpless to fight this new addiction. Lowering his other hand to Sawyer’s ass, he pinched hard and then ran a finger down his cleft. He caressed the tight entrance, probing lightly and found almost no resistance. Sawyers surprised him by lowering himself suddenly, eagerly fucking himself on his finger with a groan.
"Good. Good. Look how badly you want it, can’t wait for it. Am I right Sawyer?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
That was loud and clear and Jack was only too happy to oblige. He lined up and with a hard shove drove right home, making Sawyer cry out as his knees almost gave out. Jack took a strong hold on his slim hips and started fucking him hard and fast as he lost himself in the heat and pleasure. A constant string of filth and curses poured out as he did so and Sawyer just took it all, both hands braced on the wall, panting, moaning and shaking his bowed head from side to side as if it was too much or not enough.
Sensing he was getting close, heat building steadily in his groin and threatening to overflow any second, Jack reached around and grasped Sawyer’s neglected cock, the touch enough to send him immediately over the edge. It drew a howl out of him and he pulsed hotly all over Jack’s hand, rippling and clenching around Jack’s cock at the same time. It was the trigger Jack needed and he let go too, colors exploding behind his eyelids as he came hard and strong, pleasure overwhelming it its intensity.
Slumping against Sawyer’s back, fighting for breath, Jack feared for a second that his heart would stop from the shock of realizing how alive he felt. It was an alien sensation and Jack knew he had experienced it more in the last two weeks than in every moment since the Island put together. Jack kissed Sawyer’s shoulder lightly, thanking him silently like he did every time.
Mardi Gras (3/?), 916 words of Jack/Sawyer porn, NC-17.
I am sorry this had no beta, I hope the porn makes up for it? mmmm. where were we? (2 short drabbles precede this, aka Mardi Gras and Mardi Gras 2)
The stone wall was rough and cold against Jack's back, a stark contrast to the smooth and wet searing heat of Sawyer's mouth around his cock. Rolling his head back, Jack felt a sharp pain as his skull bounced hard on the surface. It was a welcome distraction, something to help him hang on a little while more.
The sounds that Sawyer made as he sucked and licked like it was going out of fashion where downright pornographic. Taking the entirety of the space in the alley, they drowned the evidence of the festivities just a few feet away.
Jack hissed when he felt teeth, and he grabbed Sawyer's hair to make him look up. A deep growl resonated around his dick: it was not a secret that Sawyer liked it rough but Jack was rarely bold enough to give him what he craved. The white hot hunger between the two of them had just been unleashed after years of build up and Sawyer took what he could, treating Jack like a skittish colt that could bolt any second. He made it clear what he wished for but never insisted.
The irises of Sawyer's eyes were almost invisible, eaten by his blown pupils, and the dept of his need hit Jack like a tidal wave. The deep pools of darkness spoke of debauchery, sin and eternal damnation. Maybe it was the alcohol, the weed they had earlier, the demented atmosphere of the weekend or all of the above but Jack suddenly felt the power it would give him to really possess that fallen angel.
He yanked at Sawyer's hair again.
"Stop. Stop. Now."
Sawyer let go of his engorged cock and smirked. He made his drawl extra lazy, caressing Jack’s tights.
"What? Afraid we'll get caught? A little blowjob won't offend anyone here Doc. Heck, it's par for the course."
Jack rolled his eyes: he was not in the mood to be taunted. He hauled Sawyer up and roughly threw him face first against the wall, trapping him with his body. He whispered hotly in Sawyer's ear as he started undoing his belt.
"Shut up. I wanna fuck you and that’s what I’m going to do. Right here and now, no lube. You wanna mess around, we’re gonna mess around."
The deep gasp at that was enough to send a thrill through Jack, and Sawyer bucked against him.
"Yeah. Yeah. Please."
"You’re such a little slut. Always eager, just begging for my cock up your tight little ass. Are you always like that or is it just for me?"
Sawyer chuckled breathlessly.
"Fuck. You kiss your mother with that mouth, Doc?"
Yanking Sawyer’s jeans down roughly, Jack dick swelled a little more when he realized that his lover was going commando. Of course he was. He fisted Sawyer’s dripping erection hard enough to hover on the line between good and painful and Sawyer keened, throwing his head back.
"Shut up. Or no, better. Answer me. Is. It. Just. For. Me ?" Jack asked again, punctuating each word with a pull. He knew he was pushing it, as there was a difference with playing rough and using this to extract confessions that were not ready to be unleashed. The answer was almost lost as it was so low.
"You. Just you. I’ll do whatever you want Jack. Anything."
Jack sunk his teeth in Sawyer’s neck to stifle the need to answer in kin, confess that he’d follow wherever, that he was hooked as if on heroin and helpless to fight this new addiction. Lowering his other hand to Sawyer’s ass, he pinched hard and then ran a finger down his cleft. He caressed the tight entrance, probing lightly and found almost no resistance. Sawyers surprised him by lowering himself suddenly, eagerly fucking himself on his finger with a groan.
"Good. Good. Look how badly you want it, can’t wait for it. Am I right Sawyer?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
That was loud and clear and Jack was only too happy to oblige. He lined up and with a hard shove drove right home, making Sawyer cry out as his knees almost gave out. Jack took a strong hold on his slim hips and started fucking him hard and fast as he lost himself in the heat and pleasure. A constant string of filth and curses poured out as he did so and Sawyer just took it all, both hands braced on the wall, panting, moaning and shaking his bowed head from side to side as if it was too much or not enough.
Sensing he was getting close, heat building steadily in his groin and threatening to overflow any second, Jack reached around and grasped Sawyer’s neglected cock, the touch enough to send him immediately over the edge. It drew a howl out of him and he pulsed hotly all over Jack’s hand, rippling and clenching around Jack’s cock at the same time. It was the trigger Jack needed and he let go too, colors exploding behind his eyelids as he came hard and strong, pleasure overwhelming it its intensity.
Slumping against Sawyer’s back, fighting for breath, Jack feared for a second that his heart would stop from the shock of realizing how alive he felt. It was an alien sensation and Jack knew he had experienced it more in the last two weeks than in every moment since the Island put together. Jack kissed Sawyer’s shoulder lightly, thanking him silently like he did every time.