Lost fic: luau 2009 for Queen janie_tangerine
Title: Famous Last Words
Pairing: Sawyer/Boone
Rating: NC-17 for sex, and yes, the evil kink is in this one too. I apologise in advance if you've had enough of my habit of shoving things where they don't belong. ;-P
Beta: The ever-patient kitty_trio
Word Count: 2544
Disclaimer: Not my characters; I do this for fun, not money, more's the pity
Summary: Sawyer gets a few things he didn't expect when Boone pays a visit. Set somewhere in S1.
Author's Notes: Written for janie_tangerine, who loves her Boone, and presented for the lostsquee luau 2009. Not quite what I suggested I'd provide for you, my dear, but my mind is evil and I'm hoping this will do the trick. Sawyer seemed to think it was okay... at least for some of the proceedings! Boone seems perfectly happy too, IMO! ;-P
Sawyer never expected a lot of things. He never expected to be tossed out of Australia; for Oceanic flight 815 to crash on a desert island; and he certainly never expected he'd be a survivor when so many people died. He'd wanted to escape so many things in life for so long, he even thought he'd have tried harder to get killed on the goddamned forsaken island, not that he hadn't made a few attempts. Like the one where he got himself tortured by a genuine Iraqi.
They hadn't been there too long when Boone approached him, looking for whatever he'd lost. Of course he'd think Sawyer would have it; men like him were always the thieves and lowlifes. That it was usually true in his case made no difference; what Sawyer disliked was the immediate supposition that he was the one who had stolen whatever it was, like no one else was even a possibility.
Sawyer had watched him and his rich bitch of a sister, and he knew the kid was trying a lot harder than Shannon to seem less like the spoiled brat of a privileged upbringing, but it was hard to feel sorry for him when things didn't go his way. Sawyer had never had their kind of advantages, and he probably never would. Sympathy for their type would always be hard won, if they ever got it from him.
And after General Gaddafi and the Good Shephard got in on the act, he felt no different, even though he could easily have stopped it all long before things got as out of hand as they had.
It wasn't long before Boone was back, like his apologies could alter anything.
What Sawyer really didn't expect was Boone's tongue halfway down his throat instead of words; his hands searching for things that Sawyer didn't usually let other men touch; and most unexpected of all: Sawyer's own reaction. Fuck! He'd never even considered Boone like that, and yet his aggressive seduction had Sawyer hard in a matter of moments, and flat on his back in his shelter seconds later as Boone helped him out of his clothes. The kid's clothing had disappeared even faster and his tongue and hands were seeking eager flesh before Sawyer could even form a coherent thought about why this was so wrong.
The first orgasm was probably the most unexpected, although he should have known by the speed at which his body responded that it wouldn't take much. Boone laughed as his mouth slid off Sawyer's cock, but Sawyer didn't have the energy to make any kind of put-down like he normally would--although there was no normal in having his cock sucked by a guy.
The movement of a soft, wet tongue against his asshole was about as unexpected as things got, even though Sawyer had done a lot of things with women, and the odd one or two with men in prison. He'd stiffened, sure this was not the way things should go between them, even if he hadn't expected any kind of sexual 'way' between them before tonight.
Boone had stroked his ass, whispering, "Easy, baby, I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt you."
Sawyer wasn't sure if it was the 'baby' or the thought that some pretty youth who looked like he'd rather be fucked two ways from Sunday was trying to get up his ass--even if it was with his tongue and not his cock so far--that made him take a breath and let it happen.
Fuck! When the kid's tongue finally wormed its way in, Sawyer couldn't believe how amazing it felt. Weird, sure, and it wasn't like some chick hadn't shoved a damp finger up him on occasion in the height of passion, but this? Fuck! This was soft and wet and strong and bigger than a damned finger… and… oh, God was it good. His cock was hard again already and he'd barely had half his usual recovery time.
"On your knees," Boone's deceptively soft instruction came as his strongest muscle was removed from Sawyer's hole.
Sawyer didn't even hesitate. He flipped and pushed up onto hands and knees. Turning back to look past his shoulder, he met Boone's glittering eyes briefly, frowning at the expression of power there, but unable to take it back. Flicking his head forward again, he growled, "Do it if you're going to."
"Oh, I'm going to," Boone assured him, and then he was there, pressed hard against Sawyer's ass, the tip of his cock sliding to lock in position at the entrance to something Sawyer had no idea he would give up so easily.
The movement of the hard flesh as it slowly pushed into him had Sawyer groaning. God knew what the kid had found to wet himself, but the dampness eased the sting by a little--not much, it had to be said--and Sawyer took several deep breaths as the ring of muscle was breeched. Christ! Pain see-sawed with pleasure as the kid slid his cock in further and his heated hands dug into Sawyer's hips. His own cock hadn't softened any, despite the tenderness in untried places, and when Boone whispered his next words, an ache of need throbbed through it.
"Keep still, baby; I'm gonna make you come so hard, you're gonna be begging me to stop."
"Fuck!"
Soft hands stroked across his lower back, tickling into his dimples, and then Boone gripped him hard again. The thrusts were slower than Sawyer expected once they started, but the kid obviously knew what he was doing. The rising wave of desire inside Sawyer was so incredibly slow and deliberate that he wondered if Boone had some kind of award for this. How had Sawyer never given it a try before?
Boone's actions built up steadily and Sawyer could feel every slight change of angle. When his cock scraped across what Sawyer knew had to be his sweet spot, he almost screamed at the concentration of ecstasy, and his cock spurted hot and hard without another touch.
He heard Boone groan as Sawyer's muscles clamped down on the hardness inside him, and the kid plunged in harder and faster as Sawyer pushed back into his thrusts.
As he came, Boone grunted, "Yes!" A couple more half-hearted thrusts later, he pulled out and panted, "Lie down. You deserve a rest."
Sawyer couldn't have stayed upright even without the words, and he promptly collapsed down onto the bedding under him, damp though it was. He lay there, heart pounding and senses reeling. It must have been five minutes before he realised that Boone was gone. He felt a strange sense of loss, like there should have been something afterward. He tried not to wonder if some of the women he'd left as fast felt the same way.
~//~
The next day, Sawyer deliberately avoided Boone; sure the smug bastard would have told Shannon, at the very least, what had happened between them. But Sticks didn't seem to act any different to usual when he saw her, and he was confused. Why not let everyone know he'd got one up on Sawyer, even if it did admit Boone's queerness?
He snorted to himself as he settled down with a book--somewhat uncomfortably--on the airline seat he'd claimed as his own. He really needed to find himself a girlfriend; some hot chick he could screw regularly, then no-one would believe anything Boone tried to say about him. He wondered briefly where Kate was, but he couldn't focus on her for long.
His ass ached, but not really in a bad way, and he felt strangely exhilarated when he caught sight of Boone across the sand some minutes later. Shit! That was about the dumbest thing. Besides, he was hanging out with Jackass, and grinning at something the doctor had said, like they were best buddies now. Scowling, Sawyer buried himself in the book, trying to ignore the anger pricking behind his eyes.
"Want to get on your knees for me again soon?" Boone asked softly a few minutes later as his shadow appeared across Sawyer's book. The low tone made Sawyer's dick throb, though he didn't let Boone see, lowering his book into his lap to cover it as quickly as he could.
"Get out of my light, Metro," Sawyer scowled.
Boone's pretty face widened into an inviting smile. "You so want my cock up your ass, don't you? You enjoyed it last night, didn't you?"
Sawyer snorted, and tossed his hair out of his eyes. "Just 'cause you got one up on me once, don't mean I'll bend over for you every time, asshole."
Boone said nothing, smiling down at Sawyer with his vivid blue eyes, like he was so damned sure of himself.
"What?" Sawyer asked, taking off his glasses and glaring harder.
"I might stop by later," Boone said and was gone.
Sawyer's cock pulsed even more and his heart pounded as he watched Boone walk away. Fuck! No-one had ever made him react like that before, and it was a moment before he recovered, blinking and sniffing as he looked around him, making sure no-one had witnessed. It didn't look like anyone had paid attention, thankfully.
From down the beach, Boone spun on his heel to wink back at him and then turned to amble away like it had never happened.
~//~
It was dark when Boone appeared in his shelter, and Sawyer found himself sitting up eagerly, like he hadn't been able to wait. He was already down to just his shorts and had even found some lotion. Shit, he wasn't gonna let the kid take the lead this time though. If they were gonna screw, Sawyer was gonna play 'the man'!
"Good, you're almost naked already; perfect," came the low and assured voice Sawyer was only just getting used to hearing. "You can suck my cock for starters."
It was dark, but Sawyer could hear Boone's zipper opening, and to his own surprise, he shifted nearer, reaching for the kid like he was actually going to obey. Fuck! He wasn't going to do that!
Shaking his head to remove the cobwebs, he pulled Boone down, pressing the kid's back to his blanket and crushing their lips together. Boone wasn't having it for long, and by the time he'd pushed him away, Sawyer felt needier than he had last night.
"Go on, suck it," Boone insisted in that voice that went right through Sawyer, making him lose the self-control he thought he had just grabbed back.
His tongue was on the kid's navel and sliding down towards his crotch before Boone could do much more than groan in delight. Sawyer pulled at his pants roughly, getting them out of the way, and then his lips surrounded the heated shaft, filling his mouth so deliciously. There was something tangy-sweet about his flavour and Sawyer couldn't get enough. He bobbed on the hot dick like a whore, squeezing the kid's balls every so often for emphasis.
Boone's breathing was speeding up, but suddenly, he pushed at Sawyer, making him stop.
"What?" Sawyer asked, "Ain't it good?"
"Fuck, yeah, but I need something else before I shoot my load."
Sawyer blinked in the darkness, having forgotten what he'd told himself earlier.
"On your knees," Boone demanded, shifting backwards to give Sawyer room to obey. He had his shorts off and was halfway to where Boone wanted when he remembered.
"Fuck, no! My turn to be on top," he scowled, trying to turn again.
"Uh-uh," Boone tsked, grabbing Sawyer's arm and twisting it somehow. Sawyer was stuck, one arm down to the ground and his ass in the air. "I told you to get on your knees. I'm not fucking around here, Sawyer," Boone growled, then laughed. "Actually, I am. But you're not doing the fucking; get it? I am. I'm the Dom and you're the sub, okay? You do what I tell you, and unless I tell you to, you're not fucking me."
Sawyer tried to move but he couldn't. Shit! Who knew the little bitch had it in him? His cock didn't care though; in fact it was harder than ever.
"Got it, Sawyer?"
"Got it; I got it. Let me up now?"
"Don't try any shit like that again."
His arm was released with a shove and Sawyer's face landed hard on his bedding. He could hear the lotion being opened and as he slowly shifted to a more comfortable position, he found himself hoping Boone would use his tongue like he had last night.
But no such luck. Boone's cold slicked fingers breached him and he almost yelled out.
"That's it, bitch," Boone said, his voice infused with lust. "You're such a slut for me, aren't you?"
Sawyer gasped as Boone's fingers found that spot from last night and scraped across it repeatedly. Fuck! It felt so damned good. Just as Sawyer thought he was going to come again without being touched, Boone withdrew his fingers.
Sawyer whined. Boone laughed, and then he was lining up his rigid cock and pushing in.
"Fuck!" Sawyer grunted.
"Oh yeah, baby, 'fuck' is right. I'm gonna keep fucking your tight ass till you're desperate for me to let you come."
Jesus! He meant it too. Boone plunged in, building the thrusts up until Sawyer was near to the edge once more as he pulsed past that spot inside, and then he'd ease off, making shallow little jerks just inside Sawyer's hole and making him do all the work. Then, as Sawyer gasped and whined for more, he'd push in hard again. He did this several times, and Sawyer couldn't help the way he pushed back against the pretty boy's thrusts.
"Fuck, just… fuck me!" Sawyer pleaded, so sure the kid was just gonna leave him here high and dry.
"Say please," Boone insisted evilly, and Sawyer couldn't not.
"Please," he ground out desperately.
"Oh yeah, baby, that's it," Boone encouraged, "That's perfect."
He thrust hard a few more times, gripping Sawyer's hips tight enough to bruise, and then Sawyer finally hit it, too completely blown away by the whole experience to even realise he could have touched himself some time ago and finished it earlier. Boone's powerful release was right behind him, and then the kid pulled out, slapping Sawyer's ass as he collapsed down onto the blanket under them.
Boone gasped for breath and Sawyer could hear him buckling up his pants, but he couldn't find the energy to turn or even say something.
"That," Boone panted, "is one fine piece of ass."
He laughed, and the tent rustled as he left.
Sawyer closed his eyes tight, his ass throbbing in pleasurable pain as he lay there, too disgusted with himself to move. Never again, he promised; if Boone came near after this, he'd simply refuse to play. A thought went through his head at that, but he shook it off, determined to ignore it.
Sitting up at last, he pulled his boxers back on and went out to commune with nature. Only he wasn't the only one taking a piss. The jungle whispered something, and he could swear it echoed his earlier thought:
Famous last words.
~//~//~
Clearance Sale
Pairing: Sawyer/Boone
Rating: NC-17 for sex, and yes, the evil kink is in this one too. I apologise in advance if you've had enough of my habit of shoving things where they don't belong. ;-P
Beta: The ever-patient kitty_trio
Word Count: 2544
Disclaimer: Not my characters; I do this for fun, not money, more's the pity
Summary: Sawyer gets a few things he didn't expect when Boone pays a visit. Set somewhere in S1.
Author's Notes: Written for janie_tangerine, who loves her Boone, and presented for the lostsquee luau 2009. Not quite what I suggested I'd provide for you, my dear, but my mind is evil and I'm hoping this will do the trick. Sawyer seemed to think it was okay... at least for some of the proceedings! Boone seems perfectly happy too, IMO! ;-P
Sawyer never expected a lot of things. He never expected to be tossed out of Australia; for Oceanic flight 815 to crash on a desert island; and he certainly never expected he'd be a survivor when so many people died. He'd wanted to escape so many things in life for so long, he even thought he'd have tried harder to get killed on the goddamned forsaken island, not that he hadn't made a few attempts. Like the one where he got himself tortured by a genuine Iraqi.
They hadn't been there too long when Boone approached him, looking for whatever he'd lost. Of course he'd think Sawyer would have it; men like him were always the thieves and lowlifes. That it was usually true in his case made no difference; what Sawyer disliked was the immediate supposition that he was the one who had stolen whatever it was, like no one else was even a possibility.
Sawyer had watched him and his rich bitch of a sister, and he knew the kid was trying a lot harder than Shannon to seem less like the spoiled brat of a privileged upbringing, but it was hard to feel sorry for him when things didn't go his way. Sawyer had never had their kind of advantages, and he probably never would. Sympathy for their type would always be hard won, if they ever got it from him.
And after General Gaddafi and the Good Shephard got in on the act, he felt no different, even though he could easily have stopped it all long before things got as out of hand as they had.
It wasn't long before Boone was back, like his apologies could alter anything.
What Sawyer really didn't expect was Boone's tongue halfway down his throat instead of words; his hands searching for things that Sawyer didn't usually let other men touch; and most unexpected of all: Sawyer's own reaction. Fuck! He'd never even considered Boone like that, and yet his aggressive seduction had Sawyer hard in a matter of moments, and flat on his back in his shelter seconds later as Boone helped him out of his clothes. The kid's clothing had disappeared even faster and his tongue and hands were seeking eager flesh before Sawyer could even form a coherent thought about why this was so wrong.
The first orgasm was probably the most unexpected, although he should have known by the speed at which his body responded that it wouldn't take much. Boone laughed as his mouth slid off Sawyer's cock, but Sawyer didn't have the energy to make any kind of put-down like he normally would--although there was no normal in having his cock sucked by a guy.
The movement of a soft, wet tongue against his asshole was about as unexpected as things got, even though Sawyer had done a lot of things with women, and the odd one or two with men in prison. He'd stiffened, sure this was not the way things should go between them, even if he hadn't expected any kind of sexual 'way' between them before tonight.
Boone had stroked his ass, whispering, "Easy, baby, I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt you."
Sawyer wasn't sure if it was the 'baby' or the thought that some pretty youth who looked like he'd rather be fucked two ways from Sunday was trying to get up his ass--even if it was with his tongue and not his cock so far--that made him take a breath and let it happen.
Fuck! When the kid's tongue finally wormed its way in, Sawyer couldn't believe how amazing it felt. Weird, sure, and it wasn't like some chick hadn't shoved a damp finger up him on occasion in the height of passion, but this? Fuck! This was soft and wet and strong and bigger than a damned finger… and… oh, God was it good. His cock was hard again already and he'd barely had half his usual recovery time.
"On your knees," Boone's deceptively soft instruction came as his strongest muscle was removed from Sawyer's hole.
Sawyer didn't even hesitate. He flipped and pushed up onto hands and knees. Turning back to look past his shoulder, he met Boone's glittering eyes briefly, frowning at the expression of power there, but unable to take it back. Flicking his head forward again, he growled, "Do it if you're going to."
"Oh, I'm going to," Boone assured him, and then he was there, pressed hard against Sawyer's ass, the tip of his cock sliding to lock in position at the entrance to something Sawyer had no idea he would give up so easily.
The movement of the hard flesh as it slowly pushed into him had Sawyer groaning. God knew what the kid had found to wet himself, but the dampness eased the sting by a little--not much, it had to be said--and Sawyer took several deep breaths as the ring of muscle was breeched. Christ! Pain see-sawed with pleasure as the kid slid his cock in further and his heated hands dug into Sawyer's hips. His own cock hadn't softened any, despite the tenderness in untried places, and when Boone whispered his next words, an ache of need throbbed through it.
"Keep still, baby; I'm gonna make you come so hard, you're gonna be begging me to stop."
"Fuck!"
Soft hands stroked across his lower back, tickling into his dimples, and then Boone gripped him hard again. The thrusts were slower than Sawyer expected once they started, but the kid obviously knew what he was doing. The rising wave of desire inside Sawyer was so incredibly slow and deliberate that he wondered if Boone had some kind of award for this. How had Sawyer never given it a try before?
Boone's actions built up steadily and Sawyer could feel every slight change of angle. When his cock scraped across what Sawyer knew had to be his sweet spot, he almost screamed at the concentration of ecstasy, and his cock spurted hot and hard without another touch.
He heard Boone groan as Sawyer's muscles clamped down on the hardness inside him, and the kid plunged in harder and faster as Sawyer pushed back into his thrusts.
As he came, Boone grunted, "Yes!" A couple more half-hearted thrusts later, he pulled out and panted, "Lie down. You deserve a rest."
Sawyer couldn't have stayed upright even without the words, and he promptly collapsed down onto the bedding under him, damp though it was. He lay there, heart pounding and senses reeling. It must have been five minutes before he realised that Boone was gone. He felt a strange sense of loss, like there should have been something afterward. He tried not to wonder if some of the women he'd left as fast felt the same way.
~//~
The next day, Sawyer deliberately avoided Boone; sure the smug bastard would have told Shannon, at the very least, what had happened between them. But Sticks didn't seem to act any different to usual when he saw her, and he was confused. Why not let everyone know he'd got one up on Sawyer, even if it did admit Boone's queerness?
He snorted to himself as he settled down with a book--somewhat uncomfortably--on the airline seat he'd claimed as his own. He really needed to find himself a girlfriend; some hot chick he could screw regularly, then no-one would believe anything Boone tried to say about him. He wondered briefly where Kate was, but he couldn't focus on her for long.
His ass ached, but not really in a bad way, and he felt strangely exhilarated when he caught sight of Boone across the sand some minutes later. Shit! That was about the dumbest thing. Besides, he was hanging out with Jackass, and grinning at something the doctor had said, like they were best buddies now. Scowling, Sawyer buried himself in the book, trying to ignore the anger pricking behind his eyes.
"Want to get on your knees for me again soon?" Boone asked softly a few minutes later as his shadow appeared across Sawyer's book. The low tone made Sawyer's dick throb, though he didn't let Boone see, lowering his book into his lap to cover it as quickly as he could.
"Get out of my light, Metro," Sawyer scowled.
Boone's pretty face widened into an inviting smile. "You so want my cock up your ass, don't you? You enjoyed it last night, didn't you?"
Sawyer snorted, and tossed his hair out of his eyes. "Just 'cause you got one up on me once, don't mean I'll bend over for you every time, asshole."
Boone said nothing, smiling down at Sawyer with his vivid blue eyes, like he was so damned sure of himself.
"What?" Sawyer asked, taking off his glasses and glaring harder.
"I might stop by later," Boone said and was gone.
Sawyer's cock pulsed even more and his heart pounded as he watched Boone walk away. Fuck! No-one had ever made him react like that before, and it was a moment before he recovered, blinking and sniffing as he looked around him, making sure no-one had witnessed. It didn't look like anyone had paid attention, thankfully.
From down the beach, Boone spun on his heel to wink back at him and then turned to amble away like it had never happened.
~//~
It was dark when Boone appeared in his shelter, and Sawyer found himself sitting up eagerly, like he hadn't been able to wait. He was already down to just his shorts and had even found some lotion. Shit, he wasn't gonna let the kid take the lead this time though. If they were gonna screw, Sawyer was gonna play 'the man'!
"Good, you're almost naked already; perfect," came the low and assured voice Sawyer was only just getting used to hearing. "You can suck my cock for starters."
It was dark, but Sawyer could hear Boone's zipper opening, and to his own surprise, he shifted nearer, reaching for the kid like he was actually going to obey. Fuck! He wasn't going to do that!
Shaking his head to remove the cobwebs, he pulled Boone down, pressing the kid's back to his blanket and crushing their lips together. Boone wasn't having it for long, and by the time he'd pushed him away, Sawyer felt needier than he had last night.
"Go on, suck it," Boone insisted in that voice that went right through Sawyer, making him lose the self-control he thought he had just grabbed back.
His tongue was on the kid's navel and sliding down towards his crotch before Boone could do much more than groan in delight. Sawyer pulled at his pants roughly, getting them out of the way, and then his lips surrounded the heated shaft, filling his mouth so deliciously. There was something tangy-sweet about his flavour and Sawyer couldn't get enough. He bobbed on the hot dick like a whore, squeezing the kid's balls every so often for emphasis.
Boone's breathing was speeding up, but suddenly, he pushed at Sawyer, making him stop.
"What?" Sawyer asked, "Ain't it good?"
"Fuck, yeah, but I need something else before I shoot my load."
Sawyer blinked in the darkness, having forgotten what he'd told himself earlier.
"On your knees," Boone demanded, shifting backwards to give Sawyer room to obey. He had his shorts off and was halfway to where Boone wanted when he remembered.
"Fuck, no! My turn to be on top," he scowled, trying to turn again.
"Uh-uh," Boone tsked, grabbing Sawyer's arm and twisting it somehow. Sawyer was stuck, one arm down to the ground and his ass in the air. "I told you to get on your knees. I'm not fucking around here, Sawyer," Boone growled, then laughed. "Actually, I am. But you're not doing the fucking; get it? I am. I'm the Dom and you're the sub, okay? You do what I tell you, and unless I tell you to, you're not fucking me."
Sawyer tried to move but he couldn't. Shit! Who knew the little bitch had it in him? His cock didn't care though; in fact it was harder than ever.
"Got it, Sawyer?"
"Got it; I got it. Let me up now?"
"Don't try any shit like that again."
His arm was released with a shove and Sawyer's face landed hard on his bedding. He could hear the lotion being opened and as he slowly shifted to a more comfortable position, he found himself hoping Boone would use his tongue like he had last night.
But no such luck. Boone's cold slicked fingers breached him and he almost yelled out.
"That's it, bitch," Boone said, his voice infused with lust. "You're such a slut for me, aren't you?"
Sawyer gasped as Boone's fingers found that spot from last night and scraped across it repeatedly. Fuck! It felt so damned good. Just as Sawyer thought he was going to come again without being touched, Boone withdrew his fingers.
Sawyer whined. Boone laughed, and then he was lining up his rigid cock and pushing in.
"Fuck!" Sawyer grunted.
"Oh yeah, baby, 'fuck' is right. I'm gonna keep fucking your tight ass till you're desperate for me to let you come."
Jesus! He meant it too. Boone plunged in, building the thrusts up until Sawyer was near to the edge once more as he pulsed past that spot inside, and then he'd ease off, making shallow little jerks just inside Sawyer's hole and making him do all the work. Then, as Sawyer gasped and whined for more, he'd push in hard again. He did this several times, and Sawyer couldn't help the way he pushed back against the pretty boy's thrusts.
"Fuck, just… fuck me!" Sawyer pleaded, so sure the kid was just gonna leave him here high and dry.
"Say please," Boone insisted evilly, and Sawyer couldn't not.
"Please," he ground out desperately.
"Oh yeah, baby, that's it," Boone encouraged, "That's perfect."
He thrust hard a few more times, gripping Sawyer's hips tight enough to bruise, and then Sawyer finally hit it, too completely blown away by the whole experience to even realise he could have touched himself some time ago and finished it earlier. Boone's powerful release was right behind him, and then the kid pulled out, slapping Sawyer's ass as he collapsed down onto the blanket under them.
Boone gasped for breath and Sawyer could hear him buckling up his pants, but he couldn't find the energy to turn or even say something.
"That," Boone panted, "is one fine piece of ass."
He laughed, and the tent rustled as he left.
Sawyer closed his eyes tight, his ass throbbing in pleasurable pain as he lay there, too disgusted with himself to move. Never again, he promised; if Boone came near after this, he'd simply refuse to play. A thought went through his head at that, but he shook it off, determined to ignore it.
Sitting up at last, he pulled his boxers back on and went out to commune with nature. Only he wasn't the only one taking a piss. The jungle whispered something, and he could swear it echoed his earlier thought:
Famous last words.
~//~//~
Clearance Sale