Lost fic: By the Time I Get to Phoenix, Part Eleven - Rise
Title: By the Time I Get to Phoenix, Part 11: Rise
OT3: Jack/Sawyer/Sayid
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Word Count: 5303 this part
Beta: siluria gave it her magic touch. Thanks again, love; you really are a life-saver!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, nor do I make any money from my wild imaginings.
Warnings: Nothing nearly as bad as what’s already happened in this story.
Summary: This is an AU set slightly before S4, and assuming the survivors were all rescued long before Capt. Gault and Keamy, et al, showed up.
Author's Notes: This sequel follows something I wrote for nomango some time ago, a three-part story called After the Ball wherein Sawyer and Sayid were a couple after leaving the island, but Jack came back into their lives and complicated things. This is the last of eleven parts. Thank you to everyone who has read the whole story, and special thanks to my cheer-leading team, lozateazer and kitty_trio. *hugs*
In this part: This is the final chapter, in which Jack, Sawyer and Sayid discuss how things will go from here.
Additional Bonus: A post is shortly to follow with downloads of the songs featured in this story, for anyone interested! I'll be back to link the post here soon.
Banner made by lozateazer. Thank you darling!
Previous Parts: 1. Substitute | 2. Crazy for You | 3. We Belong | 4. Over My Head | 5. The Reason | 6. So Close |
7. Slipping Away | 8. Same Mistake | 9. Babylon | 10. Deciphering Me
Look at my life
Look at my heart
I have seen them fall apart
Now I'm ready to rise again
Look at my hopes
Look at my dreams
I'm building bridges from these scenes
Now I'm ready to rise again
'Rise' Gabrielle
"What?" Jack asked, exchanging a baffled look with Sawyer. Sayid couldn't mean what he was saying, could he?
All three of them were in Sawyer's bedroom; Sawyer resting against the headboard with legs and arms crossed, Jack perched uncomfortably on the end of the bed and Sayid pacing the floor.
"I said perhaps we should just live together. Together, as in all three of us in one bedroom."
Sawyer snorted and lifted a hand to study his nails, but said nothing.
Jack scrubbed through his hair jerkily and looked back at Sayid, who hadn't stopped pacing. ”Your therapist really suggested that? That's what I call liberal thinking.”
"Not so much suggested it as implied it was something for us to think about; a possible solution to our problem."
Sawyer let out a noisy breath and shifted to the edge of the bed. "Fuck liberal therapists, Ali; just how in hell d'you think that's gonna work? A threesome for sex ain't the worst thing, but actually living together?"
Jack frowned. Sawyer had been in threesomes before? He should have guessed it, he supposed, but it wasn't something he'd given much thought to. And Sawyer's instant rejection seemed wrong somehow, making Jack feel like he had to play devil's advocate.
"We live together now, Sawyer. It hasn't been that difficult, has it? We all get on pretty well… or I thought we did," he said, quirking an eyebrow at Sayid, before turning back towards Sawyer.
"That's true," Sayid agreed, watching Sawyer, who was shaking his head.
"Have you really thought this through, Curly? It's one thing to have an ex-pro con-man living in your spare room while you screw your doctor in the other bedroom, but how many of your fancy friends are gonna come over all high'n mighty when you tell them you're fuckin' the bad boy too? You're both fuckin' him? Or your doctor colleagues, hmm?" he gestured at Jack, his frown increasing.
"We don't have to tell anyone anything." Jack glared back at him. Why was he so against the idea?
"Sawyer," Sayid murmured, moving towards where the man still sat scowling on the bed, mere feet away from Jack.
Sayid kneeled down in front of Sawyer and reached for his hand. Sawyer pulled away and stared angrily into Sayid's eyes.
"Sawyer, just listen to me. I love you. I love Jack. I want both of you. We can do this; you know we can. What anyone else thinks doesn't matter. When have you ever let what anyone else thinks bother you?"
Sayid's look was earnest as he spoke; the hand that had reached for Sawyer's resting lightly on the man's knee as he held Sawyer's eyes. Jaw working, Sawyer struggled to form words, but he didn't break eye contact. Jack watched them, his own frown curious. He wanted to say something, but he knew it was the wrong time to break in, and a shiver of jealousy ran through him. Whatever Sawyer and Sayid had had before he broke into their lives may not have been perfect, but it had worked somehow. They'd been together for months, and Sawyer hadn't seemed to care what anyone thought then.
After what seemed like an interminable time, Sayid nodded and shifted back onto his heels, taking his hand away from Sawyer's leg. Jack frowned harder as Sawyer shook his head and looked at him. Something had just passed between them that he had no understanding of, and it made his doubt rise. Perhaps he was the extra wheel here; had always been.
Sawyer didn't look angry any more, but Jack wasn't sure he liked the replacement. The jealousy that had been building dropped away abruptly at the vulnerable expression.
"I want you too," Jack whispered, "I always have. But I want Sayid too. I… like he said, I love you both. I can't imagine life without either of you now. I want to do this."
Jesus, he was starting to sound like some corny romance novel; an alternative one, admittedly, if the threesome thing panned out.
Sayid, still on his knees, smiled encouragingly at Jack and waited. Jack couldn't help but think he must be uncomfortable sitting back on his heels like that.
Sawyer didn't speak yet, but he threw Sayid a glance and then gave his full attention to Jack. "I'm afraid."
What it must have taken for Sawyer to admit that, Jack didn't know, but it had been the last thing he'd expected Sawyer to say. His own mouth opened, but he wasn't sure what reassurance Sawyer was seeking after what he and Sayid had said.
"I'm sorry, Jack, I just…" Sawyer broke off, looking helplessly back towards Sayid, and Jack thought he understood.
Standing up, Jack could feel ice sliding through his insides. He licked his lips and nodded. "It's okay; I get it," he said, smiling tightly, "You don't care about me in the same way. Perhaps I should be the one who leaves."
Jack took a step towards the door, but before he could reach it, both Sawyer and Sayid had leapt to their feet.
"No!" Sawyer said, grabbing his arm so that Jack stopped and turned his head.
"What? What then? I can't fucking do this, Sawyer. If you and Sayid want to be together, then… then… I should just go, right now."
"That's not it, Jack. I…"
Sawyer didn't let go of his arm, but he seemed incapable of explaining. He looked helplessly towards Sayid. Jack turned back, completely confused, and Sawyer's hand fell away.
Sayid was standing beside them, looking from one to the other. Now, he put a hand on each of their arms, and smiled, his eyes shining.
"I think I know what Sawyer is trying to say, Jack. If I may, Sawyer?"
Sawyer nodded, his eyes searching for somewhere to focus, but he wouldn't hold Jack's eyes. There was a distinct blush across his features. What on earth could the problem be, if it wasn't that he wanted Sayid to himself?
"Jack, Sawyer feels the same way that we do, but he has rarely done relationships well. If we do this, there will be a lot of learning for all of us." Jack could tell Sayid was stressing the word 'all' on purpose as he looked at Sawyer, and then gazed thoughtfully back at Jack as he continued, "Sawyer fears he cannot live up to our expectations. Is that about right, Sawyer?"
Sayid offered Sawyer a questioning look, and smiled when Sawyer nodded and dropped his eyes.
"This won't be easy for any of us, Sawyer." Jack's voice was low as relief washed through him. "But we have to give it a chance, don't you think? After everything…" He stopped, unable to go on, but the look in Sawyer's eyes said he understood.
It seemed odd that Sawyer had so little to say; like his normal sarcastic self had left the building, but Jack was glad in a way. It was different to anything he could have expected in the circumstances, but it meant that Sawyer was taking this seriously; perhaps despite his fear, he did believe it was worth something.
Sayid still had a hand on each of them, and Jack felt a warmth where he touched that seemed more than just about the contact of skin. He put his own hand on Sayid's for a second, giving him a brief smile, then turned back to Sawyer, and lifted a hand to touch his stubbled cheek.
"Seal the deal?" Jack asked, quirking a lip awkwardly.
Sawyer put his own hand over Jack's, and turned into the palm, kissing it lightly. An erotic shiver ran right through Jack, and he couldn't stop himself from moving forward. Sawyer let go of Jack's hand and parted his lips slightly, his eyes changing as Jack looked at him. The kiss, when their lips finally met, was heated and sensuous; a meeting of desire that Jack hadn't expected right now. His hand, still touching Sawyer, stroked the rough skin as their bodies aligned. The lust burning in Sawyer's eyes had already reached more of his body than seemed possible.
Remembering Sayid as his hand moved suddenly, Jack pulled back, gasping. Sawyer's eyes were dilated and he panted too, but he must have been aware of Sayid beside them as well, as he turned towards him at the same moment Jack did.
The look in Sayid's eyes was almost as wild as Sawyer's, and Jack couldn't think beyond leaning down to kiss him, his other hand snaking around Sayid's neck and drawing him close. He hadn't stopped touching Sawyer though, his hand resting almost possessively on the man's shoulder as he held him near.
Coming up for air once more, it was no surprise to see Sawyer lean in to replace him, Sayid's lips meeting Sawyer's with no hesitation whatsoever. Sayid's hands crept around both Sawyer and Jack's waists, and Jack took a deep breath, watching them, not attempting to move away.
Whatever jealousy he'd felt before had slipped quietly away. He couldn't feel excluded when he'd just shared similar kisses with each of them. In fact, if anything, it was more of a turn-on than he'd expected.
"The bed," Sawyer rasped, his hand finding the bottom of Jack's shirt and pulling it upwards. "Now. Please?"
Jack wasn't sure how this would work, but his body didn't care. He wanted to explore the situation before his mind caught up with what he'd just agreed to and tried to talk him out of it.
~//~//~
Sayid's elation had grown as they exchanged kisses; his earlier fear that this wasn't going to work falling by the wayside.
Stopping the others before they moved towards Sawyer's bed, he murmured, "The other bedroom; the bed is bigger."
Jack giggled; something Sayid didn't think he'd heard in a long time, or not that particular laugh anyway. The sound obviously affected Sawyer too, as he grinned as they all headed for the other room.
Sayid shut the door behind them, although there was no real reason for doing so any more. It felt safer somehow, and as if they were shutting out the past in some obscure way. He felt a slice of fear, looking at Sawyer, who was slowly pulling his own t-shirt off and moving towards Jack.
What if he hurt Sawyer again?
He wasn't sure he could offer himself to Sawyer either, though it would seem the right thing to do to even things up between them. But they hadn't done it that way; not ever. The times he'd given himself to Jack had been the first time for Sayid since... since it had happened all those years ago. Although he couldn't deny that it had worked out all right, he and Jack still didn't switch things up that often.
How on earth were the logistics supposed to work with three of them?
Perhaps he hadn't really thought this through. A shiver ran through him as he watched Jack reach for Sawyer's jeans. As if he'd sensed Sayid's worry, Jack looked up from what he was doing and furrowed his brows in question. Sawyer turned his head too, echoing Jack's expression.
"I won't hurt you again," Sayid whispered, looking straight at Sawyer, afraid to move nearer.
"I know that," Sawyer replied, but he didn't move either.
Jack straightened up, looking from one of them to the other and back. He must have worked out some of what Sayid was thinking, because he stepped closer to Sawyer and held out a hand to Sayid.
"Don't worry about it," Jack offered softly, "I'll do whatever you need; whatever either of you needs."
Sawyer's eyes widened fractionally as he looked towards Jack, but then he nodded and shifted his gaze back to Sayid, a slight flush across his face.
Sayid nodded too, understanding immediately what Jack was offering. Jack hadn't been involved in the basement scene, and he knew about Sayid's past. Besides that, he'd bottomed for both of them before. If there was any awkwardness in the sex, they could use him as a sort of go-between, something-someone-else to focus on for both him and Sawyer.
It had to work at this moment, because Sayid was sure that if they didn't 'consummate' this odd relationship right now, there was no guarantee that they ever would. They could just as easily end up running around in circles all over again. If they managed this, then almost anything was possible.
Sayid took Jack's hand, allowing Jack to draw him nearer. Sayid was the only one still fully dressed, not that Jack and Sawyer had had a lot on to start with-although Jack had managed to get jeans on while Sayid had been with Sawyer earlier. Jack reached for the buttons of Sayid's still-crisp white shirt, and Sayid let his eyes meet Sawyer's as Jack began to unbutton his clothes.
Sayid still felt a sense of fear, but Jack's warm expression and his gentle hands offered more hope than the man probably realised. In minutes, Sayid's shirt was gone, and all three of them removed their own pants at the same time before Sayid pulled at the bedding, opening the sheets for them to get in.
Not looking at either of the others now, Sayid hesitated at the bedside. Jack climbed in first, his understanding of the situation apparent; he needed to take the lead before Sayid and Sawyer could relax. He leaned against the headboard, smiling back towards them both.
"Come on guys, it can't be that hard..." And then Jack giggled as he had done earlier, making Sawyer frown, and effortlessly confusing Sayid. "Actually, none of us are. Perhaps we just need... what about some music, Sayid?"
He gave Sayid a hopeful look as Sawyer's frown deepened.
"Good idea, Jack," Sayid agreed, and went to the stereo to find a CD. He picked up the closest one and nervously put it in the player, not even concentrating on what it was. Turning back towards the others, he furrowed his brow at the almost stunned looks both men were directing at him.
By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising
She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door
She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leavin'
'Cause I've left that girl so many times before
Sayid hadn't even realised what the music was, but suddenly, they were all smiling, and it seemed no effort at all to join Jack in the bed.
Without consultation, Sawyer took the far side of Jack, and Sayid the near. Not waiting for any further discussion, Sawyer and Jack were kissing, and Sawyer's hand was seeking Jack's thigh as the sheet fell away. Jack didn't let the kiss go on too long before pulling away to turn towards Sayid, but he wrapped an arm around Sawyer, not letting him go, as if worried it would be seen as a rejection.
Sayid leaned into Jack's embrace, knowing he and Sawyer would have to touch for this to work. He had to be the one who made the effort; showed Sawyer he'd meant what he said. As he kissed Jack, he reached across him, in search of Sawyer, stroking the smooth warm flesh of an arm.
Kissing Jack was good-as good as it ever was-and Sayid felt his desire rising sharply, but instead of prolonging the kiss as he usually would, he drew back with a low sound and found himself staring into Sawyer's dilated pupils. Without hesitation he shifted forward, and the resulting kiss was as hot as any he remembered; the taste of Sawyer filling his senses with desperate need.
Jack's hand snaked between them, stroking first Sayid's chest and then Sawyer's, and Sayid pulled away once more, quirking a lip at Sawyer in question. Their unspoken communication skills seemed to have held, despite so many different problems, and Sawyer nodded, knowing exactly what Sayid was thinking.
Sitting more upright, they both pushed at Jack until he got that they wanted him lying down. Words didn't seem necessary, and Sayid wasn't even sure he could articulate any of what he needed anyway. He leaned over Jack once more, kissing his lips softly. Sawyer slid down the bed, pulling the sheet the rest of the way off Jack and softly stroking over exposed body parts with his fingertips.
~//~//~
Jack couldn't believe what was happening. Sawyer and Sayid were both worshipping him, their lips and fingers caressing him in all the places that he'd desperately wanted them to touch, and his excitement rose like a hurricane at sea: unruly and unpredictable.
Groaning as Sayid's teeth found a nipple, Jack stroked through soft blond strands of hair; Sawyer's chin nudging at his thighs. The pulse of desire through his cock increased as a damp tongue found the tip and delicately circled it. Warm hands pushed at his legs, parting his thighs, and Sayid slipped away down his body, his mouth tickling its way south as his eyes turned up to check Jack's reaction.
Then they were both there; heads between Jack's spread legs as their tongues began working his needy flesh. He'd never had two people pay this sort of attention to him at once before, and it was overwhelming enough to make him giddy.
Sawyer, lying flat out, pushed at one of Jack's legs, lifting it until his knee rose and his foot was flat against the bedding. Sayid was half over his other leg, his erection pressed into Jack's calf as his mouth circled the head of Jack's cock. Sawyer's tongue laved over his balls and tickled back further, suggesting possibilities Jack could only want all the more as his lust spiralled higher.
"Jack?" Sawyer asked, stopping what he was doing.
Sayid abandoned his cock too, and Jack couldn't stop his frustrated groan.
Lifting his head with difficulty, Jack's breathing rose as he looked down at twin expressions of desire. "Wh-what?"
"Need a pillow under your hips," Sawyer decided, shifting to grab one, and offering Jack a quick kiss on the lips as he moved away again.
Sayid moved as well, circling to line up perpendicular to Jack. His cock bounced as he changed place, and Jack reached for it, squeezing it lightly as Sayid found a position on hands and knees. Sawyer had pushed the pillow into place under him; encouraging Jack to lift his hips slightly as he did so, and then Sawyer was lying down, his head disappearing from Jack's view as Sayid leaned forward to reach for Jack's cock once more.
A startled gasp escaped Jack's lips as Sayid's heated, damp mouth encircled him at the exact moment Sawyer's tongue stroked lightly over his asshole.
"Like that, Doc?" came the low and sultry amused tones from between his legs, and Sayid's pleased hum vibrated pleasantly along Jack's arousal at the same moment.
"Oh... yes," was all Jack could offer, and then the tongue was back, torturing him with delight as Sayid suckled softly and gave him a sideways smirk.
The only retaliation he could offer was to stroke the heated flesh in his hand that he'd almost forgotten at their attentions. A low moan from deep in Sayid's throat told him it had worked though, and then Sayid began moving more earnestly.
Sawyer hadn't forgotten what he was doing either, and his insistent tongue was seeking entrance where it had previously only been teasing. To his surprise, Jack found himself opening up easily, and soon the warm, strong wetness of Sawyer's muscle was pulsing in and out of him in counterpoint to what Sayid was doing.
Jack's breathing hitched when Sawyer withdrew, and he whimpered as Sayid slowed his motions, his impending orgasm receding.
Sawyer's concerned face rose over both of them, and Jack frowned in confusion, his pulse throbbing hotly as Sayid's mouth disappeared as well.
"Condoms?" Sawyer asked.
"Shit..." Jack breathed, closing his eyes. He and Sayid didn't use them. He didn't even know if they had any, but Sawyer was probably wise to be cautious about unprotected sex; his previous occupation couldn't guarantee anything.
"One moment," Sayid offered, lifting away from Jack's body and letting out a breath as he guided Jack's hand away from his cock.
True to his word, he dug briefly in a drawer on his side of the bed and produced a couple of familiar-shaped packets, tossing one towards Sawyer-who caught it easily-and dropping the other on the nightstand. He found lube and tossed it in Sawyer's direction as well. It landed between Jack's legs, the plastic cool against his electric skin.
Jack let out a relieved breath, glad the moment hadn't been too awkward. Sayid slithered down the bed to where Sawyer was tearing the condom out of its covering, taking it gently from the other man's fingers and smiling into his eyes. Jack watched as Sayid feathered fingers over the tip of Sawyer's cock where he knelt between Jack's legs, and slowly rolled the sheath into place. Sawyer took deep breaths and closed his eyes briefly as he was covered, and then smiled at Sayid, his green eyes burning hot as Sayid moved back to where he'd been.
Sayid waited, his hand finding Jack's and squeezing his fingers lightly as Sawyer shifted closer and stroked Jack's thighs, transferring his dimpled smile to Jack's face. Locating the lube without looking, Sawyer squeezed some onto his fingers and circled his own cock with damp fingers before dropping his gaze to rest between Jack's legs.
"Okay?" he asked, rubbing a finger lightly across Jack's pucker.
Unable to answer, Jack nodded, though he wasn't sure Sawyer saw.
It didn't seem to matter though; a finger slid coolly into his waiting hole and then withdrew again, two replacing it, and on the third thrust; three. Wordless sounds of need left Jack's mouth and he lifted his hips involuntarily, trying to increase the sensation.
A breathy sigh sounded from Jack's right, and his eyes found Sayid's. Sayid squeezed his fingers once more, smiling lustily, and reached for Jack's cock, encircling it with strong fingers just as Sawyer stroked across his prostate.
"Fuck!" Jack exclaimed, his hips jerking more as Sawyer stroked again, "Please fuck... fuck me!"
"With pleasure," Sawyer dimpled, waggling his eyebrows as he removed his fingers and rapidly moved into place, his hot cock pressing against the ring of muscle but not yet entering.
"Now! Please, now..." Jack pleaded, rocking with need.
A low, breathy chuckle escaped from Sawyer's lips as he stroked damp hands across Jack's thighs to find a grip.
Then he was doing it; his cock hot and hard and eager. He moved slowly but surely into place, not hesitating for a moment until he was buried as deeply as Jack would have him. Jack groaned, the sting of entrance subsiding slowly as they adjusted.
"Sayid," Sawyer murmured, still not moving.
Jack needed... he wanted... he wasn't sure what, beyond Sawyer to move, but they couldn't exclude Sayid now. One of his hands was still curved around Jack's cock, the other sweaty against Jack's palm.
For a moment, Sayid and Sawyer looked at each other and all Jack could hear beyond the thudding of his own blood in his ears was the combined heavy breathing of all of them. There was some unspoken exchange again though; that much was clear.
Sayid turned to him, nodded, and then let go of his hand. Sawyer still didn't move, and Jack held himself immobile, controlling his desperate muscles with difficulty.
"It's all right, Jack," Sayid assured him. Climbing over Jack's body, a knee on either side of his head, Sayid leaned forward, and Jack felt Sawyer move too. One hand left Jack's hip and appeared on Sayid's back above Jack, and the erotic noises he heard made it clear they were kissing, although he was on the wrong angle to see. He wished he could see; the obvious feeling between the other two when they kissed was something he could only want more of.
Sawyer's hips pressed forward, causing his cock to strike Jack's prostate, and Jack whispered, desperation overcoming him, "Fuck, please."
Closing his eyes for a moment, trying to find his equilibrium somewhere in the storm of emotions circling him, Jack felt the pair above him shift again. He opened his eyes to the sight of Sayid's hairy balls lowering towards his face, and before he could appreciate exactly what to do with them, hot, delicious breath puffed on his cock before a wet mouth encircled it and began to hum.
Jack groaned and wrapped his hands around the slim hips over him, burying his face in musky damp hair and skin, uncaring of whether he smothered.
Sawyer began moving then, carefully and slowly, lifting Jack's legs so he could grip around his thighs. The slow, deep thrusts scraped past sensitive places, building Jack's pleasure slowly but inexorably towards a zenith that Sayid's attentions were only making happen faster.
Jack pressed his tongue into Sayid's sac, separating the balls inside, as he tried to shift his grip on Sayid to reach his cock. He couldn't concentrate though, his blood too engaged elsewhere, and as Sayid's tongue swirled one last time and Sawyer's suddenly deeper thrust impaled him, he groaned into the most amazing whirlwind of colour, his body spasming uncontrollably over the edge of desire.
The sound he heard seemed wild and free, and it was only as he grasped that the groans from the other end of the bed belonged to Sawyer, that Jack realised it was his own voice.
Whatever they'd been doing, it had evidently been enough of a turn-on for Sayid, despite the lack of touch to anything beyond his balls. He pulled wetly off Jack's cock, gasping for breath and wiping at his face as he shakily lifted his leg over Jack and sat back on his knees.
Jack's vision seemed blurry, and he winced as Sawyer pulled himself free of his body. Sawyer backed off the bed unsteadily and removing the condom, dropped it into the trash behind him. Jack watched Sawyer as he licked at dry lips and ran a hand across his face tiredly, then abruptly he smiled, meeting Jack's eyes as he clambered back onto the bed.
"Couldn't wait, huh, chief?" Sawyer directed at Sayid with a smirk, leaning towards him to exchange the kiss Jack needed to see.
Smiling to himself, Jack closed his eyes as the others parted, then flicked them open as he felt a tongue swipe at the wetness Sayid had left on his chest. Sawyer was there, cleaning him with soft, teasing licks, his eyes full of satisfaction at Jack's inability to speak.
Sayid shifted, lying down beside them on one side, his head propped up on an arm and smiling as Jack met his eyes.
"He never could get enough," Sayid remarked.
"Mmm, still tastes so damned good," Sawyer managed, finding the last of the pearly liquid and moving high enough to kiss Jack.
It was exhilarating to find Sayid's salty taste overlying Sawyer's natural smoky flavour, and Jack wound fingers into long blond hair, holding Sawyer close to appreciate it more. Sawyer licked the back of his teeth as he lowered himself onto Jack's body, his thigh pressing comfortingly against Jack's satiated cock.
When Sawyer finally pulled back, Jack twisted his neck to gaze into Sayid's eyes, worried this hadn't included him enough, but the contented smile that met his gaze, and the hand stroking Sawyer's nearest arm casually said he was more than happy with the way things had gone.
Sawyer tossed his hair and slid off Jack, mirroring Sayid's position on Jack's other side.
"Don't think we need worry this part ain't gonna work," Sawyer smirked as Sayid leaned in to share a kiss with Jack. When Sayid drew back, Jack realised the others were still touching across him; Sawyer's larger hand playing with Sayid's comfortably, and Sayid making no move to pull away.
Jack smiled from one to the other and watched them exchange another warm grin in turn, although there was still something cautious behind their apparent ease. Jack knew what it was; he understood enough about how each of them felt about what had happened to them to guess. After all, they wouldn't have arranged things quite as they had today if he didn't.
It was inevitable that would both be worried about certain things between them, and Jack knew that time and gradual steps towards overcoming those hurdles would be necessary, but he was confident that after today they could do it.
Sawyer shifted closer first, urging Jack onto his side facing Sayid as he pulled blankets up over them all.
"A nap does seem in order," Sayid yawned as he rolled over and backed into Jack's arms.
Jack couldn't disagree as his eyes closed. Sawyer's warm breath tickled his ear as the man's body lined up behind him and he draped an arm over both Jack and Sayid.
~//~//~
Sayid stood on the balcony dressed only in his robe, watching the sun rise. A warmth rose inside him, echoing the new dawn. Whatever lay ahead, he felt confident about it for the first time in months.
"What are you thinking?" Jack's smooth voice asked as arms encircled Sayid from behind. The kiss below one ear caused a delicious shiver to run through him.
"How different today feels," Sayid said. "Remember the day I told you I needed to find Sawyer?"
"Oh yes," Jack breathed, and then lifted his head away.
"You found him alright." The low smoky drawl came from the doorway behind them.
Jack and Sayid turned together, and Sayid knew the expression on Jack's face matched the one he wore himself even though he couldn't see it.
Sawyer's eyes glinted sexily at them as he puffed at a cigarette, leaning on the doorjamb in his open robe, uncaring that most of his body was on show.
Sayid and Jack continued to smile at him, neither speaking nor moving from where they stood. Jack's hands shifted to stroke up the sleeves of Sayid's robe and he offered another kiss to the side of Sayid's face. Sayid glanced at Sawyer before turning to connect his lips with Jack's.
He could hear Sawyer blow out smoke as the kiss deepened, and then he heard bare feet moving closer. Pulling away from Jack, Sayid met Sawyer's thoughtful gaze as he stopped a couple of feet away and flicked the cigarette over the edge of the balcony. Sawyer blew out a stream of smoke and tipped his head, dropping his eyes.
For a moment, Sayid thought he was feeling left out again, but then Sawyer lifted his eyes, dimples growing.
"You two are about the sexiest thing a lucky man could wake up to," he drawled, stepping closer and finding Sayid's beard with one hand as he exchanged a look with Jack. "I thought I dreamed it all for a moment there, but this is more than make-believe, ain't it?"
Jack nodded, reaching out a hand as he and Sayid turned, slowly drawing Sawyer into their circle. Softly, he kissed Sawyer and turned to look at Sayid. "No dream," he agreed.
Sayid's heart soared with a pleasure and love he wasn't sure he'd ever felt before. He leaned into both of his partners and kissed Sawyer in his turn, his hand encircling the man as they all turned back towards the rising sun.
Flickers of red painted the clouds into a fiery shape that reminded Sayid of a Phoenix rising. Nothing could be more fitting, he thought, glancing from one man to the other beside him.
The recognition on their faces as they studied the same vision told him there were no mistakes here now.
~//~//~//~
END
Link to the soundtrack
Flight Discounts
OT3: Jack/Sawyer/Sayid
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Word Count: 5303 this part
Beta: siluria gave it her magic touch. Thanks again, love; you really are a life-saver!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, nor do I make any money from my wild imaginings.
Warnings: Nothing nearly as bad as what’s already happened in this story.
Summary: This is an AU set slightly before S4, and assuming the survivors were all rescued long before Capt. Gault and Keamy, et al, showed up.
Author's Notes: This sequel follows something I wrote for nomango some time ago, a three-part story called After the Ball wherein Sawyer and Sayid were a couple after leaving the island, but Jack came back into their lives and complicated things. This is the last of eleven parts. Thank you to everyone who has read the whole story, and special thanks to my cheer-leading team, lozateazer and kitty_trio. *hugs*
In this part: This is the final chapter, in which Jack, Sawyer and Sayid discuss how things will go from here.
Additional Bonus: A post is shortly to follow with downloads of the songs featured in this story, for anyone interested! I'll be back to link the post here soon.
Banner made by lozateazer. Thank you darling!
Previous Parts: 1. Substitute | 2. Crazy for You | 3. We Belong | 4. Over My Head | 5. The Reason | 6. So Close |
7. Slipping Away | 8. Same Mistake | 9. Babylon | 10. Deciphering Me
Look at my life
Look at my heart
I have seen them fall apart
Now I'm ready to rise again
Look at my hopes
Look at my dreams
I'm building bridges from these scenes
Now I'm ready to rise again
'Rise' Gabrielle
"What?" Jack asked, exchanging a baffled look with Sawyer. Sayid couldn't mean what he was saying, could he?
All three of them were in Sawyer's bedroom; Sawyer resting against the headboard with legs and arms crossed, Jack perched uncomfortably on the end of the bed and Sayid pacing the floor.
"I said perhaps we should just live together. Together, as in all three of us in one bedroom."
Sawyer snorted and lifted a hand to study his nails, but said nothing.
Jack scrubbed through his hair jerkily and looked back at Sayid, who hadn't stopped pacing. ”Your therapist really suggested that? That's what I call liberal thinking.”
"Not so much suggested it as implied it was something for us to think about; a possible solution to our problem."
Sawyer let out a noisy breath and shifted to the edge of the bed. "Fuck liberal therapists, Ali; just how in hell d'you think that's gonna work? A threesome for sex ain't the worst thing, but actually living together?"
Jack frowned. Sawyer had been in threesomes before? He should have guessed it, he supposed, but it wasn't something he'd given much thought to. And Sawyer's instant rejection seemed wrong somehow, making Jack feel like he had to play devil's advocate.
"We live together now, Sawyer. It hasn't been that difficult, has it? We all get on pretty well… or I thought we did," he said, quirking an eyebrow at Sayid, before turning back towards Sawyer.
"That's true," Sayid agreed, watching Sawyer, who was shaking his head.
"Have you really thought this through, Curly? It's one thing to have an ex-pro con-man living in your spare room while you screw your doctor in the other bedroom, but how many of your fancy friends are gonna come over all high'n mighty when you tell them you're fuckin' the bad boy too? You're both fuckin' him? Or your doctor colleagues, hmm?" he gestured at Jack, his frown increasing.
"We don't have to tell anyone anything." Jack glared back at him. Why was he so against the idea?
"Sawyer," Sayid murmured, moving towards where the man still sat scowling on the bed, mere feet away from Jack.
Sayid kneeled down in front of Sawyer and reached for his hand. Sawyer pulled away and stared angrily into Sayid's eyes.
"Sawyer, just listen to me. I love you. I love Jack. I want both of you. We can do this; you know we can. What anyone else thinks doesn't matter. When have you ever let what anyone else thinks bother you?"
Sayid's look was earnest as he spoke; the hand that had reached for Sawyer's resting lightly on the man's knee as he held Sawyer's eyes. Jaw working, Sawyer struggled to form words, but he didn't break eye contact. Jack watched them, his own frown curious. He wanted to say something, but he knew it was the wrong time to break in, and a shiver of jealousy ran through him. Whatever Sawyer and Sayid had had before he broke into their lives may not have been perfect, but it had worked somehow. They'd been together for months, and Sawyer hadn't seemed to care what anyone thought then.
After what seemed like an interminable time, Sayid nodded and shifted back onto his heels, taking his hand away from Sawyer's leg. Jack frowned harder as Sawyer shook his head and looked at him. Something had just passed between them that he had no understanding of, and it made his doubt rise. Perhaps he was the extra wheel here; had always been.
Sawyer didn't look angry any more, but Jack wasn't sure he liked the replacement. The jealousy that had been building dropped away abruptly at the vulnerable expression.
"I want you too," Jack whispered, "I always have. But I want Sayid too. I… like he said, I love you both. I can't imagine life without either of you now. I want to do this."
Jesus, he was starting to sound like some corny romance novel; an alternative one, admittedly, if the threesome thing panned out.
Sayid, still on his knees, smiled encouragingly at Jack and waited. Jack couldn't help but think he must be uncomfortable sitting back on his heels like that.
Sawyer didn't speak yet, but he threw Sayid a glance and then gave his full attention to Jack. "I'm afraid."
What it must have taken for Sawyer to admit that, Jack didn't know, but it had been the last thing he'd expected Sawyer to say. His own mouth opened, but he wasn't sure what reassurance Sawyer was seeking after what he and Sayid had said.
"I'm sorry, Jack, I just…" Sawyer broke off, looking helplessly back towards Sayid, and Jack thought he understood.
Standing up, Jack could feel ice sliding through his insides. He licked his lips and nodded. "It's okay; I get it," he said, smiling tightly, "You don't care about me in the same way. Perhaps I should be the one who leaves."
Jack took a step towards the door, but before he could reach it, both Sawyer and Sayid had leapt to their feet.
"No!" Sawyer said, grabbing his arm so that Jack stopped and turned his head.
"What? What then? I can't fucking do this, Sawyer. If you and Sayid want to be together, then… then… I should just go, right now."
"That's not it, Jack. I…"
Sawyer didn't let go of his arm, but he seemed incapable of explaining. He looked helplessly towards Sayid. Jack turned back, completely confused, and Sawyer's hand fell away.
Sayid was standing beside them, looking from one to the other. Now, he put a hand on each of their arms, and smiled, his eyes shining.
"I think I know what Sawyer is trying to say, Jack. If I may, Sawyer?"
Sawyer nodded, his eyes searching for somewhere to focus, but he wouldn't hold Jack's eyes. There was a distinct blush across his features. What on earth could the problem be, if it wasn't that he wanted Sayid to himself?
"Jack, Sawyer feels the same way that we do, but he has rarely done relationships well. If we do this, there will be a lot of learning for all of us." Jack could tell Sayid was stressing the word 'all' on purpose as he looked at Sawyer, and then gazed thoughtfully back at Jack as he continued, "Sawyer fears he cannot live up to our expectations. Is that about right, Sawyer?"
Sayid offered Sawyer a questioning look, and smiled when Sawyer nodded and dropped his eyes.
"This won't be easy for any of us, Sawyer." Jack's voice was low as relief washed through him. "But we have to give it a chance, don't you think? After everything…" He stopped, unable to go on, but the look in Sawyer's eyes said he understood.
It seemed odd that Sawyer had so little to say; like his normal sarcastic self had left the building, but Jack was glad in a way. It was different to anything he could have expected in the circumstances, but it meant that Sawyer was taking this seriously; perhaps despite his fear, he did believe it was worth something.
Sayid still had a hand on each of them, and Jack felt a warmth where he touched that seemed more than just about the contact of skin. He put his own hand on Sayid's for a second, giving him a brief smile, then turned back to Sawyer, and lifted a hand to touch his stubbled cheek.
"Seal the deal?" Jack asked, quirking a lip awkwardly.
Sawyer put his own hand over Jack's, and turned into the palm, kissing it lightly. An erotic shiver ran right through Jack, and he couldn't stop himself from moving forward. Sawyer let go of Jack's hand and parted his lips slightly, his eyes changing as Jack looked at him. The kiss, when their lips finally met, was heated and sensuous; a meeting of desire that Jack hadn't expected right now. His hand, still touching Sawyer, stroked the rough skin as their bodies aligned. The lust burning in Sawyer's eyes had already reached more of his body than seemed possible.
Remembering Sayid as his hand moved suddenly, Jack pulled back, gasping. Sawyer's eyes were dilated and he panted too, but he must have been aware of Sayid beside them as well, as he turned towards him at the same moment Jack did.
The look in Sayid's eyes was almost as wild as Sawyer's, and Jack couldn't think beyond leaning down to kiss him, his other hand snaking around Sayid's neck and drawing him close. He hadn't stopped touching Sawyer though, his hand resting almost possessively on the man's shoulder as he held him near.
Coming up for air once more, it was no surprise to see Sawyer lean in to replace him, Sayid's lips meeting Sawyer's with no hesitation whatsoever. Sayid's hands crept around both Sawyer and Jack's waists, and Jack took a deep breath, watching them, not attempting to move away.
Whatever jealousy he'd felt before had slipped quietly away. He couldn't feel excluded when he'd just shared similar kisses with each of them. In fact, if anything, it was more of a turn-on than he'd expected.
"The bed," Sawyer rasped, his hand finding the bottom of Jack's shirt and pulling it upwards. "Now. Please?"
Jack wasn't sure how this would work, but his body didn't care. He wanted to explore the situation before his mind caught up with what he'd just agreed to and tried to talk him out of it.
~//~//~
Sayid's elation had grown as they exchanged kisses; his earlier fear that this wasn't going to work falling by the wayside.
Stopping the others before they moved towards Sawyer's bed, he murmured, "The other bedroom; the bed is bigger."
Jack giggled; something Sayid didn't think he'd heard in a long time, or not that particular laugh anyway. The sound obviously affected Sawyer too, as he grinned as they all headed for the other room.
Sayid shut the door behind them, although there was no real reason for doing so any more. It felt safer somehow, and as if they were shutting out the past in some obscure way. He felt a slice of fear, looking at Sawyer, who was slowly pulling his own t-shirt off and moving towards Jack.
What if he hurt Sawyer again?
He wasn't sure he could offer himself to Sawyer either, though it would seem the right thing to do to even things up between them. But they hadn't done it that way; not ever. The times he'd given himself to Jack had been the first time for Sayid since... since it had happened all those years ago. Although he couldn't deny that it had worked out all right, he and Jack still didn't switch things up that often.
How on earth were the logistics supposed to work with three of them?
Perhaps he hadn't really thought this through. A shiver ran through him as he watched Jack reach for Sawyer's jeans. As if he'd sensed Sayid's worry, Jack looked up from what he was doing and furrowed his brows in question. Sawyer turned his head too, echoing Jack's expression.
"I won't hurt you again," Sayid whispered, looking straight at Sawyer, afraid to move nearer.
"I know that," Sawyer replied, but he didn't move either.
Jack straightened up, looking from one of them to the other and back. He must have worked out some of what Sayid was thinking, because he stepped closer to Sawyer and held out a hand to Sayid.
"Don't worry about it," Jack offered softly, "I'll do whatever you need; whatever either of you needs."
Sawyer's eyes widened fractionally as he looked towards Jack, but then he nodded and shifted his gaze back to Sayid, a slight flush across his face.
Sayid nodded too, understanding immediately what Jack was offering. Jack hadn't been involved in the basement scene, and he knew about Sayid's past. Besides that, he'd bottomed for both of them before. If there was any awkwardness in the sex, they could use him as a sort of go-between, something-someone-else to focus on for both him and Sawyer.
It had to work at this moment, because Sayid was sure that if they didn't 'consummate' this odd relationship right now, there was no guarantee that they ever would. They could just as easily end up running around in circles all over again. If they managed this, then almost anything was possible.
Sayid took Jack's hand, allowing Jack to draw him nearer. Sayid was the only one still fully dressed, not that Jack and Sawyer had had a lot on to start with-although Jack had managed to get jeans on while Sayid had been with Sawyer earlier. Jack reached for the buttons of Sayid's still-crisp white shirt, and Sayid let his eyes meet Sawyer's as Jack began to unbutton his clothes.
Sayid still felt a sense of fear, but Jack's warm expression and his gentle hands offered more hope than the man probably realised. In minutes, Sayid's shirt was gone, and all three of them removed their own pants at the same time before Sayid pulled at the bedding, opening the sheets for them to get in.
Not looking at either of the others now, Sayid hesitated at the bedside. Jack climbed in first, his understanding of the situation apparent; he needed to take the lead before Sayid and Sawyer could relax. He leaned against the headboard, smiling back towards them both.
"Come on guys, it can't be that hard..." And then Jack giggled as he had done earlier, making Sawyer frown, and effortlessly confusing Sayid. "Actually, none of us are. Perhaps we just need... what about some music, Sayid?"
He gave Sayid a hopeful look as Sawyer's frown deepened.
"Good idea, Jack," Sayid agreed, and went to the stereo to find a CD. He picked up the closest one and nervously put it in the player, not even concentrating on what it was. Turning back towards the others, he furrowed his brow at the almost stunned looks both men were directing at him.
By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising
She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door
She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leavin'
'Cause I've left that girl so many times before
Sayid hadn't even realised what the music was, but suddenly, they were all smiling, and it seemed no effort at all to join Jack in the bed.
Without consultation, Sawyer took the far side of Jack, and Sayid the near. Not waiting for any further discussion, Sawyer and Jack were kissing, and Sawyer's hand was seeking Jack's thigh as the sheet fell away. Jack didn't let the kiss go on too long before pulling away to turn towards Sayid, but he wrapped an arm around Sawyer, not letting him go, as if worried it would be seen as a rejection.
Sayid leaned into Jack's embrace, knowing he and Sawyer would have to touch for this to work. He had to be the one who made the effort; showed Sawyer he'd meant what he said. As he kissed Jack, he reached across him, in search of Sawyer, stroking the smooth warm flesh of an arm.
Kissing Jack was good-as good as it ever was-and Sayid felt his desire rising sharply, but instead of prolonging the kiss as he usually would, he drew back with a low sound and found himself staring into Sawyer's dilated pupils. Without hesitation he shifted forward, and the resulting kiss was as hot as any he remembered; the taste of Sawyer filling his senses with desperate need.
Jack's hand snaked between them, stroking first Sayid's chest and then Sawyer's, and Sayid pulled away once more, quirking a lip at Sawyer in question. Their unspoken communication skills seemed to have held, despite so many different problems, and Sawyer nodded, knowing exactly what Sayid was thinking.
Sitting more upright, they both pushed at Jack until he got that they wanted him lying down. Words didn't seem necessary, and Sayid wasn't even sure he could articulate any of what he needed anyway. He leaned over Jack once more, kissing his lips softly. Sawyer slid down the bed, pulling the sheet the rest of the way off Jack and softly stroking over exposed body parts with his fingertips.
~//~//~
Jack couldn't believe what was happening. Sawyer and Sayid were both worshipping him, their lips and fingers caressing him in all the places that he'd desperately wanted them to touch, and his excitement rose like a hurricane at sea: unruly and unpredictable.
Groaning as Sayid's teeth found a nipple, Jack stroked through soft blond strands of hair; Sawyer's chin nudging at his thighs. The pulse of desire through his cock increased as a damp tongue found the tip and delicately circled it. Warm hands pushed at his legs, parting his thighs, and Sayid slipped away down his body, his mouth tickling its way south as his eyes turned up to check Jack's reaction.
Then they were both there; heads between Jack's spread legs as their tongues began working his needy flesh. He'd never had two people pay this sort of attention to him at once before, and it was overwhelming enough to make him giddy.
Sawyer, lying flat out, pushed at one of Jack's legs, lifting it until his knee rose and his foot was flat against the bedding. Sayid was half over his other leg, his erection pressed into Jack's calf as his mouth circled the head of Jack's cock. Sawyer's tongue laved over his balls and tickled back further, suggesting possibilities Jack could only want all the more as his lust spiralled higher.
"Jack?" Sawyer asked, stopping what he was doing.
Sayid abandoned his cock too, and Jack couldn't stop his frustrated groan.
Lifting his head with difficulty, Jack's breathing rose as he looked down at twin expressions of desire. "Wh-what?"
"Need a pillow under your hips," Sawyer decided, shifting to grab one, and offering Jack a quick kiss on the lips as he moved away again.
Sayid moved as well, circling to line up perpendicular to Jack. His cock bounced as he changed place, and Jack reached for it, squeezing it lightly as Sayid found a position on hands and knees. Sawyer had pushed the pillow into place under him; encouraging Jack to lift his hips slightly as he did so, and then Sawyer was lying down, his head disappearing from Jack's view as Sayid leaned forward to reach for Jack's cock once more.
A startled gasp escaped Jack's lips as Sayid's heated, damp mouth encircled him at the exact moment Sawyer's tongue stroked lightly over his asshole.
"Like that, Doc?" came the low and sultry amused tones from between his legs, and Sayid's pleased hum vibrated pleasantly along Jack's arousal at the same moment.
"Oh... yes," was all Jack could offer, and then the tongue was back, torturing him with delight as Sayid suckled softly and gave him a sideways smirk.
The only retaliation he could offer was to stroke the heated flesh in his hand that he'd almost forgotten at their attentions. A low moan from deep in Sayid's throat told him it had worked though, and then Sayid began moving more earnestly.
Sawyer hadn't forgotten what he was doing either, and his insistent tongue was seeking entrance where it had previously only been teasing. To his surprise, Jack found himself opening up easily, and soon the warm, strong wetness of Sawyer's muscle was pulsing in and out of him in counterpoint to what Sayid was doing.
Jack's breathing hitched when Sawyer withdrew, and he whimpered as Sayid slowed his motions, his impending orgasm receding.
Sawyer's concerned face rose over both of them, and Jack frowned in confusion, his pulse throbbing hotly as Sayid's mouth disappeared as well.
"Condoms?" Sawyer asked.
"Shit..." Jack breathed, closing his eyes. He and Sayid didn't use them. He didn't even know if they had any, but Sawyer was probably wise to be cautious about unprotected sex; his previous occupation couldn't guarantee anything.
"One moment," Sayid offered, lifting away from Jack's body and letting out a breath as he guided Jack's hand away from his cock.
True to his word, he dug briefly in a drawer on his side of the bed and produced a couple of familiar-shaped packets, tossing one towards Sawyer-who caught it easily-and dropping the other on the nightstand. He found lube and tossed it in Sawyer's direction as well. It landed between Jack's legs, the plastic cool against his electric skin.
Jack let out a relieved breath, glad the moment hadn't been too awkward. Sayid slithered down the bed to where Sawyer was tearing the condom out of its covering, taking it gently from the other man's fingers and smiling into his eyes. Jack watched as Sayid feathered fingers over the tip of Sawyer's cock where he knelt between Jack's legs, and slowly rolled the sheath into place. Sawyer took deep breaths and closed his eyes briefly as he was covered, and then smiled at Sayid, his green eyes burning hot as Sayid moved back to where he'd been.
Sayid waited, his hand finding Jack's and squeezing his fingers lightly as Sawyer shifted closer and stroked Jack's thighs, transferring his dimpled smile to Jack's face. Locating the lube without looking, Sawyer squeezed some onto his fingers and circled his own cock with damp fingers before dropping his gaze to rest between Jack's legs.
"Okay?" he asked, rubbing a finger lightly across Jack's pucker.
Unable to answer, Jack nodded, though he wasn't sure Sawyer saw.
It didn't seem to matter though; a finger slid coolly into his waiting hole and then withdrew again, two replacing it, and on the third thrust; three. Wordless sounds of need left Jack's mouth and he lifted his hips involuntarily, trying to increase the sensation.
A breathy sigh sounded from Jack's right, and his eyes found Sayid's. Sayid squeezed his fingers once more, smiling lustily, and reached for Jack's cock, encircling it with strong fingers just as Sawyer stroked across his prostate.
"Fuck!" Jack exclaimed, his hips jerking more as Sawyer stroked again, "Please fuck... fuck me!"
"With pleasure," Sawyer dimpled, waggling his eyebrows as he removed his fingers and rapidly moved into place, his hot cock pressing against the ring of muscle but not yet entering.
"Now! Please, now..." Jack pleaded, rocking with need.
A low, breathy chuckle escaped from Sawyer's lips as he stroked damp hands across Jack's thighs to find a grip.
Then he was doing it; his cock hot and hard and eager. He moved slowly but surely into place, not hesitating for a moment until he was buried as deeply as Jack would have him. Jack groaned, the sting of entrance subsiding slowly as they adjusted.
"Sayid," Sawyer murmured, still not moving.
Jack needed... he wanted... he wasn't sure what, beyond Sawyer to move, but they couldn't exclude Sayid now. One of his hands was still curved around Jack's cock, the other sweaty against Jack's palm.
For a moment, Sayid and Sawyer looked at each other and all Jack could hear beyond the thudding of his own blood in his ears was the combined heavy breathing of all of them. There was some unspoken exchange again though; that much was clear.
Sayid turned to him, nodded, and then let go of his hand. Sawyer still didn't move, and Jack held himself immobile, controlling his desperate muscles with difficulty.
"It's all right, Jack," Sayid assured him. Climbing over Jack's body, a knee on either side of his head, Sayid leaned forward, and Jack felt Sawyer move too. One hand left Jack's hip and appeared on Sayid's back above Jack, and the erotic noises he heard made it clear they were kissing, although he was on the wrong angle to see. He wished he could see; the obvious feeling between the other two when they kissed was something he could only want more of.
Sawyer's hips pressed forward, causing his cock to strike Jack's prostate, and Jack whispered, desperation overcoming him, "Fuck, please."
Closing his eyes for a moment, trying to find his equilibrium somewhere in the storm of emotions circling him, Jack felt the pair above him shift again. He opened his eyes to the sight of Sayid's hairy balls lowering towards his face, and before he could appreciate exactly what to do with them, hot, delicious breath puffed on his cock before a wet mouth encircled it and began to hum.
Jack groaned and wrapped his hands around the slim hips over him, burying his face in musky damp hair and skin, uncaring of whether he smothered.
Sawyer began moving then, carefully and slowly, lifting Jack's legs so he could grip around his thighs. The slow, deep thrusts scraped past sensitive places, building Jack's pleasure slowly but inexorably towards a zenith that Sayid's attentions were only making happen faster.
Jack pressed his tongue into Sayid's sac, separating the balls inside, as he tried to shift his grip on Sayid to reach his cock. He couldn't concentrate though, his blood too engaged elsewhere, and as Sayid's tongue swirled one last time and Sawyer's suddenly deeper thrust impaled him, he groaned into the most amazing whirlwind of colour, his body spasming uncontrollably over the edge of desire.
The sound he heard seemed wild and free, and it was only as he grasped that the groans from the other end of the bed belonged to Sawyer, that Jack realised it was his own voice.
Whatever they'd been doing, it had evidently been enough of a turn-on for Sayid, despite the lack of touch to anything beyond his balls. He pulled wetly off Jack's cock, gasping for breath and wiping at his face as he shakily lifted his leg over Jack and sat back on his knees.
Jack's vision seemed blurry, and he winced as Sawyer pulled himself free of his body. Sawyer backed off the bed unsteadily and removing the condom, dropped it into the trash behind him. Jack watched Sawyer as he licked at dry lips and ran a hand across his face tiredly, then abruptly he smiled, meeting Jack's eyes as he clambered back onto the bed.
"Couldn't wait, huh, chief?" Sawyer directed at Sayid with a smirk, leaning towards him to exchange the kiss Jack needed to see.
Smiling to himself, Jack closed his eyes as the others parted, then flicked them open as he felt a tongue swipe at the wetness Sayid had left on his chest. Sawyer was there, cleaning him with soft, teasing licks, his eyes full of satisfaction at Jack's inability to speak.
Sayid shifted, lying down beside them on one side, his head propped up on an arm and smiling as Jack met his eyes.
"He never could get enough," Sayid remarked.
"Mmm, still tastes so damned good," Sawyer managed, finding the last of the pearly liquid and moving high enough to kiss Jack.
It was exhilarating to find Sayid's salty taste overlying Sawyer's natural smoky flavour, and Jack wound fingers into long blond hair, holding Sawyer close to appreciate it more. Sawyer licked the back of his teeth as he lowered himself onto Jack's body, his thigh pressing comfortingly against Jack's satiated cock.
When Sawyer finally pulled back, Jack twisted his neck to gaze into Sayid's eyes, worried this hadn't included him enough, but the contented smile that met his gaze, and the hand stroking Sawyer's nearest arm casually said he was more than happy with the way things had gone.
Sawyer tossed his hair and slid off Jack, mirroring Sayid's position on Jack's other side.
"Don't think we need worry this part ain't gonna work," Sawyer smirked as Sayid leaned in to share a kiss with Jack. When Sayid drew back, Jack realised the others were still touching across him; Sawyer's larger hand playing with Sayid's comfortably, and Sayid making no move to pull away.
Jack smiled from one to the other and watched them exchange another warm grin in turn, although there was still something cautious behind their apparent ease. Jack knew what it was; he understood enough about how each of them felt about what had happened to them to guess. After all, they wouldn't have arranged things quite as they had today if he didn't.
It was inevitable that would both be worried about certain things between them, and Jack knew that time and gradual steps towards overcoming those hurdles would be necessary, but he was confident that after today they could do it.
Sawyer shifted closer first, urging Jack onto his side facing Sayid as he pulled blankets up over them all.
"A nap does seem in order," Sayid yawned as he rolled over and backed into Jack's arms.
Jack couldn't disagree as his eyes closed. Sawyer's warm breath tickled his ear as the man's body lined up behind him and he draped an arm over both Jack and Sayid.
~//~//~
Sayid stood on the balcony dressed only in his robe, watching the sun rise. A warmth rose inside him, echoing the new dawn. Whatever lay ahead, he felt confident about it for the first time in months.
"What are you thinking?" Jack's smooth voice asked as arms encircled Sayid from behind. The kiss below one ear caused a delicious shiver to run through him.
"How different today feels," Sayid said. "Remember the day I told you I needed to find Sawyer?"
"Oh yes," Jack breathed, and then lifted his head away.
"You found him alright." The low smoky drawl came from the doorway behind them.
Jack and Sayid turned together, and Sayid knew the expression on Jack's face matched the one he wore himself even though he couldn't see it.
Sawyer's eyes glinted sexily at them as he puffed at a cigarette, leaning on the doorjamb in his open robe, uncaring that most of his body was on show.
Sayid and Jack continued to smile at him, neither speaking nor moving from where they stood. Jack's hands shifted to stroke up the sleeves of Sayid's robe and he offered another kiss to the side of Sayid's face. Sayid glanced at Sawyer before turning to connect his lips with Jack's.
He could hear Sawyer blow out smoke as the kiss deepened, and then he heard bare feet moving closer. Pulling away from Jack, Sayid met Sawyer's thoughtful gaze as he stopped a couple of feet away and flicked the cigarette over the edge of the balcony. Sawyer blew out a stream of smoke and tipped his head, dropping his eyes.
For a moment, Sayid thought he was feeling left out again, but then Sawyer lifted his eyes, dimples growing.
"You two are about the sexiest thing a lucky man could wake up to," he drawled, stepping closer and finding Sayid's beard with one hand as he exchanged a look with Jack. "I thought I dreamed it all for a moment there, but this is more than make-believe, ain't it?"
Jack nodded, reaching out a hand as he and Sayid turned, slowly drawing Sawyer into their circle. Softly, he kissed Sawyer and turned to look at Sayid. "No dream," he agreed.
Sayid's heart soared with a pleasure and love he wasn't sure he'd ever felt before. He leaned into both of his partners and kissed Sawyer in his turn, his hand encircling the man as they all turned back towards the rising sun.
Flickers of red painted the clouds into a fiery shape that reminded Sayid of a Phoenix rising. Nothing could be more fitting, he thought, glancing from one man to the other beside him.
The recognition on their faces as they studied the same vision told him there were no mistakes here now.
~//~//~//~
END
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Flight Discounts