Jack/Sawyer, "Enough Memories To Hold", nc-17
Title; Enough Memories To Hold
Characters; Jack/Sawyer
Rating; nc-17
Words; 1,318
Summary; Jack comes to say goodbye to Sawyer, but he gets more than he bargained for.
Disclaimer; I don't own them, I just like playing with them.
A/N; For Queen inthekeyofd, who requested Jack/Sawyer.
Hope you don't mind I put this S1 moment into it and turn it to my liking (and hopefully, yours!), it's one of my favourites, hee :D
When Jack comes to hand over the gun, he knows it's not just a gun he's offering.
--
"By the time you get back we'll be in the water. Guess this is pretty much goodbye, then."
"Yeah, I guess it is. Good luck, Sawyer."
--
And then Sawyer knows he has to tell him, if this really is their goodbye, he won't have any other chance. The next time they see each other might be on the rescue boat, or not at all. He prefers not to think of the second option, because no matter how hard he'd made Jack's life, no matter how much he'd tried to get under his skin, it really only had been for one reason, and one reason only.
He wanted Jack.
And he'd wanted him from the moment he'd seen him running around the beach; their own private goddamn hero. And ever since that moment, he had longed to just push that uptight body of his against a tree and fuck all that tension out of him, fuck him until he didn't even want Kate any more, until he came with Sawyer's name on his lips.
So he tells Jack what he'd known ever since he put the pieces together in his head days and days and days ago. And seeing Jack standing there, he didn't fucking understand why he was getting so hot from seeing Jack's eyes tear up and why the hell he didn't just do something, say something else. But Sawyer wasn't the kind of guy who whispered sweet words into your ear, wasn't the kind of guy who would comfort you with empty words. So he stands there and waits and gives Jack time to recover, while all Sawyer really wants to do was just crush his lips against Jack's, with his fingers on Jack's hot, sweaty skin and his body as close to him as he can get.
Instead, he lets him walk away.
--
"Small world, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Good luck, Jack."
--
It doesn't take Sawyer more than a second to realise his mistake. The moment he sees Jack walking away, he goes after him.
"Hey, Doc!"
Jack turns around and before he even has time to realise what's going on, before he even has a chance to tell Sawyer to go fuck himself, Sawyer has him pinned against a tree and his lips are hot against Jack's. And instead of Jack pushing him away, instead of feeling Jack's hands on his chest to throw Sawyer off of him, he feels Jack's body relax and he feels Jack's tongue against his own.
From one surprise, he falls into the next, when he pushes his body against Jack's and Jack moans into his mouth. His lips are colder than his, like a refreshing dive into the sea when the sun is at his highest point in the sky. His lips are softer, too, yet they kiss him with a passion that he's never felt before. It's even more intense than he'd wanted it to be and his mind doesn't even have time to think why the hell Jack's suddenly kissing him back.
Sawyer's hands travel Jack's body, impatient to feel his skin underneath his fingers, now that he finally gets to touch it, after long days and even longer nights of wondering how it would be to have his body up against his own.
Sawyer breaks the kiss, pulls Jack's shirt over his head and his hands are on Jack's chest, dimples appearing in his cheeks.
"God, Jack."
His voice is nothing more than a whisper, but he knows Jack heard him.
"Sawyer... Why are you doing this?"
"Jack, goddamnit, I've been wanting to do this since day one. I wanted to fuck you, Jack, to feel what it's like to have your dick in my hand and to hear you moan my name."
Jack's eyes are as dark as he's ever seen them, full of lust and something else that he can't quite place, but makes it all the harder for him not to just skip this little chit chat and rip Jack's clothes off here and now.
"What if someone catches us?"
"Ain't nobody coming here, Doc. Everyone's back at the beach, saying their goodbyes. 's Nobody who has any business down here any more."
He watches Jack's eyes as he moves his crotch slowly, but hard, really hard, against Jack's. His pupils are dilated, his eyelashes flutter and his voice trails away when Sawyer repeats the motion. Sawyer's hard and it hurts, but it feels so fucking good when he sees the look on Jack's face, his eyes closed and his smile a smile that only sex can put there and Sawyer knows that even though this will be the first and only time, it'll be something the both of them will never forget.
"God, Sawyer," Jack's voice is suddenly hoarse and his breathing is already ragged. "I'm gonna come like this if you keep doing that..."
Sawyer feels Jack's hands on his shirt, feels him undo the button and before he knows it, his shirt is hanging somewhere on the branch of a tree. He crushes his lips against Jack's once again and both their hands fumble with the buttons of each other's jeans before finally, he feels his dick spring free from the confines of his tight jeans - of course he's not wearing boxers. Jack moans again and Sawyer smiles into the kiss as he adjusts his image of the Jack he had in mind: the Jack that was silent even when he came.
Sawyer's hand slips into Jack's boxers, still so white that Sawyer can't help but wonder how the hell he managed to keep them this white after all this time, before he wraps his hand around Jack's dick and he deepens the kiss even more. Their tongues are playing a game, soft and hard, fast and slow and he lets his fingers move in the same rhythm. Jack's hands wander around Sawyer's waist, pull him closer and Sawyer knows he's never done this before.
"It's okay, Jack. Just... Just do it the way you do it yourself..."
Jack keeps looking at him when he wraps his fingers around Sawyer's dick and it feels so good, this release of tension, this constant state of desire.
"Oh, fuck, Jack. Just like that."
It doesn't take them long before they're both gasping for breath and their kisses become sloppy.
"Don't stop, Sawyer, I'm..."
But his words trail away again as he looks at Sawyer and he looks back and their hands move in a different rhythm, faster and faster until Sawyer feels Jack's dick throbbing in his hand and he comes right after, their eyes closed, bodies pressed up against each other, breath ragged, Jack whispering Sawyer's name in a way that makes him regret that he hadn't done this sooner and that this will always be their first and only time.
They get dressed quickly, Sawyer has to finish the mast and Jack knows there are people waiting for him.
"So... This is quite another goodbye than I imagined..." Jack smiles at Sawyer, uncertain but more relaxed than he's seen him in weeks.
"Yeah... Well, I've got a lot of work to do and you need to go find yourself those boomsticks, so... I guess this is goodbye. For now."
"Yeah. See you, Sawyer."
Jack's only gone three steps when Sawyer calls him back, crushes his lips against his one more time, savouring his smell, feel, touch and everything, before he lets go and smiles at him.
"Now, go. I'll be seeing ya, Doc."
--
When Jack came to hand over the gun, he hadn't expected to get something like this in return. It makes him wish he'd done it sooner and he can't bring himself to look around once more, afraid that he'll ask him to stay.
Characters; Jack/Sawyer
Rating; nc-17
Words; 1,318
Summary; Jack comes to say goodbye to Sawyer, but he gets more than he bargained for.
Disclaimer; I don't own them, I just like playing with them.
A/N; For Queen inthekeyofd, who requested Jack/Sawyer.
Hope you don't mind I put this S1 moment into it and turn it to my liking (and hopefully, yours!), it's one of my favourites, hee :D
When Jack comes to hand over the gun, he knows it's not just a gun he's offering.
--
"By the time you get back we'll be in the water. Guess this is pretty much goodbye, then."
"Yeah, I guess it is. Good luck, Sawyer."
--
And then Sawyer knows he has to tell him, if this really is their goodbye, he won't have any other chance. The next time they see each other might be on the rescue boat, or not at all. He prefers not to think of the second option, because no matter how hard he'd made Jack's life, no matter how much he'd tried to get under his skin, it really only had been for one reason, and one reason only.
He wanted Jack.
And he'd wanted him from the moment he'd seen him running around the beach; their own private goddamn hero. And ever since that moment, he had longed to just push that uptight body of his against a tree and fuck all that tension out of him, fuck him until he didn't even want Kate any more, until he came with Sawyer's name on his lips.
So he tells Jack what he'd known ever since he put the pieces together in his head days and days and days ago. And seeing Jack standing there, he didn't fucking understand why he was getting so hot from seeing Jack's eyes tear up and why the hell he didn't just do something, say something else. But Sawyer wasn't the kind of guy who whispered sweet words into your ear, wasn't the kind of guy who would comfort you with empty words. So he stands there and waits and gives Jack time to recover, while all Sawyer really wants to do was just crush his lips against Jack's, with his fingers on Jack's hot, sweaty skin and his body as close to him as he can get.
Instead, he lets him walk away.
--
"Small world, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Good luck, Jack."
--
It doesn't take Sawyer more than a second to realise his mistake. The moment he sees Jack walking away, he goes after him.
"Hey, Doc!"
Jack turns around and before he even has time to realise what's going on, before he even has a chance to tell Sawyer to go fuck himself, Sawyer has him pinned against a tree and his lips are hot against Jack's. And instead of Jack pushing him away, instead of feeling Jack's hands on his chest to throw Sawyer off of him, he feels Jack's body relax and he feels Jack's tongue against his own.
From one surprise, he falls into the next, when he pushes his body against Jack's and Jack moans into his mouth. His lips are colder than his, like a refreshing dive into the sea when the sun is at his highest point in the sky. His lips are softer, too, yet they kiss him with a passion that he's never felt before. It's even more intense than he'd wanted it to be and his mind doesn't even have time to think why the hell Jack's suddenly kissing him back.
Sawyer's hands travel Jack's body, impatient to feel his skin underneath his fingers, now that he finally gets to touch it, after long days and even longer nights of wondering how it would be to have his body up against his own.
Sawyer breaks the kiss, pulls Jack's shirt over his head and his hands are on Jack's chest, dimples appearing in his cheeks.
"God, Jack."
His voice is nothing more than a whisper, but he knows Jack heard him.
"Sawyer... Why are you doing this?"
"Jack, goddamnit, I've been wanting to do this since day one. I wanted to fuck you, Jack, to feel what it's like to have your dick in my hand and to hear you moan my name."
Jack's eyes are as dark as he's ever seen them, full of lust and something else that he can't quite place, but makes it all the harder for him not to just skip this little chit chat and rip Jack's clothes off here and now.
"What if someone catches us?"
"Ain't nobody coming here, Doc. Everyone's back at the beach, saying their goodbyes. 's Nobody who has any business down here any more."
He watches Jack's eyes as he moves his crotch slowly, but hard, really hard, against Jack's. His pupils are dilated, his eyelashes flutter and his voice trails away when Sawyer repeats the motion. Sawyer's hard and it hurts, but it feels so fucking good when he sees the look on Jack's face, his eyes closed and his smile a smile that only sex can put there and Sawyer knows that even though this will be the first and only time, it'll be something the both of them will never forget.
"God, Sawyer," Jack's voice is suddenly hoarse and his breathing is already ragged. "I'm gonna come like this if you keep doing that..."
Sawyer feels Jack's hands on his shirt, feels him undo the button and before he knows it, his shirt is hanging somewhere on the branch of a tree. He crushes his lips against Jack's once again and both their hands fumble with the buttons of each other's jeans before finally, he feels his dick spring free from the confines of his tight jeans - of course he's not wearing boxers. Jack moans again and Sawyer smiles into the kiss as he adjusts his image of the Jack he had in mind: the Jack that was silent even when he came.
Sawyer's hand slips into Jack's boxers, still so white that Sawyer can't help but wonder how the hell he managed to keep them this white after all this time, before he wraps his hand around Jack's dick and he deepens the kiss even more. Their tongues are playing a game, soft and hard, fast and slow and he lets his fingers move in the same rhythm. Jack's hands wander around Sawyer's waist, pull him closer and Sawyer knows he's never done this before.
"It's okay, Jack. Just... Just do it the way you do it yourself..."
Jack keeps looking at him when he wraps his fingers around Sawyer's dick and it feels so good, this release of tension, this constant state of desire.
"Oh, fuck, Jack. Just like that."
It doesn't take them long before they're both gasping for breath and their kisses become sloppy.
"Don't stop, Sawyer, I'm..."
But his words trail away again as he looks at Sawyer and he looks back and their hands move in a different rhythm, faster and faster until Sawyer feels Jack's dick throbbing in his hand and he comes right after, their eyes closed, bodies pressed up against each other, breath ragged, Jack whispering Sawyer's name in a way that makes him regret that he hadn't done this sooner and that this will always be their first and only time.
They get dressed quickly, Sawyer has to finish the mast and Jack knows there are people waiting for him.
"So... This is quite another goodbye than I imagined..." Jack smiles at Sawyer, uncertain but more relaxed than he's seen him in weeks.
"Yeah... Well, I've got a lot of work to do and you need to go find yourself those boomsticks, so... I guess this is goodbye. For now."
"Yeah. See you, Sawyer."
Jack's only gone three steps when Sawyer calls him back, crushes his lips against his one more time, savouring his smell, feel, touch and everything, before he lets go and smiles at him.
"Now, go. I'll be seeing ya, Doc."
--
When Jack came to hand over the gun, he hadn't expected to get something like this in return. It makes him wish he'd done it sooner and he can't bring himself to look around once more, afraid that he'll ask him to stay.