LOST HoHoHo fic for haldoor (Sawyer/Sayid, NC-17)
Title: seas between us broad have roared
For: haldoor
Pairing/Characters: Sawyer/Sayid
Prompt: Sawyer/Sayid, established relationship, AU or way into future fic, off island. Christmas is over and they're invited to a New Year's party. Neither one wants to go, but each thinks the other does. Whether they get there or not is up to you. Sex please, kink optional
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1440ish
Disclaimer: LOST and it's characters are owned by ABC and other people that are definitely not me. Unless owning LOST Kubricks counts.
Notes: Technically, in my time zone I'm still (barely) on time! This is my first time writing...practically anything, in forever. First time writing slash, so forgive me for the pronoun trouble. Constructive criticism is very very welcome and appreciated, but please be gentle :D
Sayid should already be dressed by now. At the very least, he should have his outfit chosen, but all that lies on the bed is his belt and he's still wearing only his boxer shorts. He finally forces himself away from the window to rummage through the closet.
This should be enjoyable, it's usually one of his favorite parts of an evening out. He knows that if he's going to be damned for anything, it will be for a lot more than his vanity so he indulges himself, and besides that, Sawyer seems to find ways to show his appreciation for the effort he puts out. Of course, the hard part was making it seem like there hadn't been an effort.
Tonight, nothing looks good. He thumbs apathetically past his favorite shirts. Maybe a vest? It is a bit chilly, he'll want a coat...a week ago, Hurley's plan to rent out a nightclub for a private bash had seemed like a decent way to spend New Year's Eve, but now he just can't muster any excitement for the prospect. Suddenly there's a voice from the bedroom door.
"Car's here." Sayid turns around in a mild panic to see Sawyer regarding him from the doorway. "Don't worry, he's early. Apparently he's got a house full of screaming teenagers. I got him eatin' a bowl of the leftover pasta salad and watching football. You ain't dressed yet?" Sawyer closes the bedroom door behind him when he sees Sayid, and crosses the room towards him in a few lithe movements. Sayid jumps slightly when he feels Sawyer's mouth against his neck. "Ain't even got your cologne on yet."
Sayid immediately assumes a wounded air. "You don't like my cologne?" Sawyer chuckles and draws away to meet Sayid's eyes. His hands, however, remain where they were, toying with the waistband of Sayid's boxers.
"Quit that bullshit. Course I like it. I got you a bottle for Christmas, didn't I? It's just nice to smell you sometimes too."
"Well I am appreciative of the compliment, then. Now if you don't mind, I need to hurry and get dressed."
"Why hurry now?" Sawyer gives him a light shove towards the bed, and Sayid allows himself to land heavily. His belt bounces and clatters to the floor, and Sawyer leans over him. Sayid strains upward to meet Sawyer's lips, knowing that this is the last thing they should be doing at this particular moment.
Sawyer breaks the kiss with a smile. "Judgin' by the fact that you ain't even picked out your duds yet, I'm guessing you're about as eager to go to this thing as I am. Whaddaya say I get rid of the driver and you don't have to worry yourself with getting dressed at all?"
Sayid tries to speak, but has to clear his throat and begin again. "Yes, yes I think that sounds like a fine idea."
Sawyer springs away and out of the room, and Sayid allows himself a laugh at his eagerness. He pulls himself from the bed to grab his cell phone and make their excuses from the party. He's just finishing the conversation when Sawyer strides back into the room.
"Yes, yes, we're still on for brunch this weekend. Happy new year, Hurley." Sayid sets the phone down and turns to see Sawyer fussing with the television. Suddenly, the screen came to life with a view of their bedroom. He sees himself, watching shock turn to amusement on his face. "I thought you were copying the videos from Christmas!"
Sawyer laughs wickedly. "When was the last time you heard me volunteer for somethin' like that? I always got an angle, you know that."
Speaking of angles, the camera's was set to perfectly reflect their bed from one side, larger than life. He never should have let Sawyer talk him into putting that huge TV in the bedroom, and wonders how he missed noticing the way Sawyer had arranged the camera. He's excited by the idea that Sawyer is so subtly proposing, but he feels a slight unease as well. After everything that had passed, the idea of being watched, impassively, was not the most comfortable idea. But then Sawyer has a way of finding the most fascinating ways to walk that razor's edge. And then Sayid thinks of the thin, silken cords laying on the high closet shelf, and their feel around his wrists, and Sawyer's willingness to indulge that experience, and he shakes off his reservations. Sawyer must have some sense of them though, since as he relaxes onto the bed he speaks again, "It ain't recording. Maybe if you would've let me put that mirror over the bed..."
Sayid laughs and joins Sawyer on the bed. Wordlessly, he pulls Sawyer's sweater up and off, which is followed by Sawyer kicking off his jeans as well. The bedroom is warm enough for them to lay there in comfort, kissing languidly. Their tongues and legs intertwine slowly, and Sayid feels himself growing fully erect as Sawyer grasps and pulls his cock from his shorts. He strokes once, and then again, and pulls away from the kiss. He places a hand against Sayid's chest.
"Lay back."
Sayid props himself up against the pillows and strips off his shorts. He lifts his eyes to the television in time to watch Sawyer close his mouth eagerly over Sayid's cock. He sucks gently, drawing it deeply down his throat before drawing away slowly. He smiles up at Sayid, then peeks over his shoulder toward the television. Sayid's cock salutes him back stiffly from the center of the frame.
"You just keep watching, chief." And then he turns his attention back to what he was doing. This time he grabs Sayid's cock firmly, as he draws his tongue slowly up and then down the shaft. His tongue loops around Sayid's testicles, guiding them into his mouth where it swirls around them. After a moment, he takes Sayid's whole cock into his mouth again, stroking the base with his hand and expertly working his mouth around the head. Sayid finds himself transfixed by the view on the television, not least because Sawyer manages to maintain eye contact with the camera as much as possible. Sayid watches still as Sawyer's tongue runs down his cock and balls, and down between his legs. Sawyer teases him with his tongue and fingers, until Sayid is eager and ready for Sawyer to fuck him. He decides to say so.
"Sawyer...James...Fuck me. Do it now, give me your cock, I need it."
Sawyer raises himself up to his knees. "Well if you're gonna ask so nicely, how can I resist?" Sayid scrambles to exchanges positions with Sawyer at the foot of the bed. He arranges his limbs while Sawyer busies himself with the nightstand drawer. Quickly, Sawyer is behind him, and easing his cock into Sayid with a practiced technique. His movements start off slow and halting, but soon he finds an easy rhythm and he wraps his hand around Sayid cock again.
"Keep watching, Sayid. I want to see you watching." Their eyes meet through the screen, and Sayid can feel himself building towards climax. Watching every movement, every stroke, matched onscreen, makes him feel everything more intensely, and very soon he's crying out, spilling semen over Sawyer's hand and himself as Sawyer continues to stroke until every drop has fallen. Then Sawyer begins to fuck him faster and faster, and then pulls out suddenly. Sawyer strokes himself urgently, pausing only to reach down and pull Sayid's hair back from his face. "Want you to see how you look to me. How fucking hot you are, how...ah...how fucking gorgeous every inch of you is...fuck!" And then he's coming, his seed falling onto Sayid's back, the contrast of the white against Sayid's caramel skin apparent even on the screen. Sayid sees every drop as he feels it hit, and in his haze it feels sensuous and amazing. But Sawyer quicky wipes it away with a sheet, then rolls Sayid back onto his back and kisses him deeply. As if on cue, the sounds of cheers erupt through their neighborhood. Sawyer bursts out laughing and rolls to Sayid's side.
"Look at us, in bed at midnight on New Year's. I tell you, Sayid, we're getting to be over the hill." And then Sayid joins him in laughing, until they both run out of breath. Then Sawyer fumbles with the remote and turns off the television while Sayid drags a quilt over them. They don't bother to dress, and in a tangle of limbs begin to fall asleep. Just before he drifts off, Sayid suddenly remembers something.
"Sawyer?" The response is little more than a grumbled assent.
"Next time, we're definitely recording the video."
For: haldoor
Pairing/Characters: Sawyer/Sayid
Prompt: Sawyer/Sayid, established relationship, AU or way into future fic, off island. Christmas is over and they're invited to a New Year's party. Neither one wants to go, but each thinks the other does. Whether they get there or not is up to you. Sex please, kink optional
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1440ish
Disclaimer: LOST and it's characters are owned by ABC and other people that are definitely not me. Unless owning LOST Kubricks counts.
Notes: Technically, in my time zone I'm still (barely) on time! This is my first time writing...practically anything, in forever. First time writing slash, so forgive me for the pronoun trouble. Constructive criticism is very very welcome and appreciated, but please be gentle :D
Sayid should already be dressed by now. At the very least, he should have his outfit chosen, but all that lies on the bed is his belt and he's still wearing only his boxer shorts. He finally forces himself away from the window to rummage through the closet.
This should be enjoyable, it's usually one of his favorite parts of an evening out. He knows that if he's going to be damned for anything, it will be for a lot more than his vanity so he indulges himself, and besides that, Sawyer seems to find ways to show his appreciation for the effort he puts out. Of course, the hard part was making it seem like there hadn't been an effort.
Tonight, nothing looks good. He thumbs apathetically past his favorite shirts. Maybe a vest? It is a bit chilly, he'll want a coat...a week ago, Hurley's plan to rent out a nightclub for a private bash had seemed like a decent way to spend New Year's Eve, but now he just can't muster any excitement for the prospect. Suddenly there's a voice from the bedroom door.
"Car's here." Sayid turns around in a mild panic to see Sawyer regarding him from the doorway. "Don't worry, he's early. Apparently he's got a house full of screaming teenagers. I got him eatin' a bowl of the leftover pasta salad and watching football. You ain't dressed yet?" Sawyer closes the bedroom door behind him when he sees Sayid, and crosses the room towards him in a few lithe movements. Sayid jumps slightly when he feels Sawyer's mouth against his neck. "Ain't even got your cologne on yet."
Sayid immediately assumes a wounded air. "You don't like my cologne?" Sawyer chuckles and draws away to meet Sayid's eyes. His hands, however, remain where they were, toying with the waistband of Sayid's boxers.
"Quit that bullshit. Course I like it. I got you a bottle for Christmas, didn't I? It's just nice to smell you sometimes too."
"Well I am appreciative of the compliment, then. Now if you don't mind, I need to hurry and get dressed."
"Why hurry now?" Sawyer gives him a light shove towards the bed, and Sayid allows himself to land heavily. His belt bounces and clatters to the floor, and Sawyer leans over him. Sayid strains upward to meet Sawyer's lips, knowing that this is the last thing they should be doing at this particular moment.
Sawyer breaks the kiss with a smile. "Judgin' by the fact that you ain't even picked out your duds yet, I'm guessing you're about as eager to go to this thing as I am. Whaddaya say I get rid of the driver and you don't have to worry yourself with getting dressed at all?"
Sayid tries to speak, but has to clear his throat and begin again. "Yes, yes I think that sounds like a fine idea."
Sawyer springs away and out of the room, and Sayid allows himself a laugh at his eagerness. He pulls himself from the bed to grab his cell phone and make their excuses from the party. He's just finishing the conversation when Sawyer strides back into the room.
"Yes, yes, we're still on for brunch this weekend. Happy new year, Hurley." Sayid sets the phone down and turns to see Sawyer fussing with the television. Suddenly, the screen came to life with a view of their bedroom. He sees himself, watching shock turn to amusement on his face. "I thought you were copying the videos from Christmas!"
Sawyer laughs wickedly. "When was the last time you heard me volunteer for somethin' like that? I always got an angle, you know that."
Speaking of angles, the camera's was set to perfectly reflect their bed from one side, larger than life. He never should have let Sawyer talk him into putting that huge TV in the bedroom, and wonders how he missed noticing the way Sawyer had arranged the camera. He's excited by the idea that Sawyer is so subtly proposing, but he feels a slight unease as well. After everything that had passed, the idea of being watched, impassively, was not the most comfortable idea. But then Sawyer has a way of finding the most fascinating ways to walk that razor's edge. And then Sayid thinks of the thin, silken cords laying on the high closet shelf, and their feel around his wrists, and Sawyer's willingness to indulge that experience, and he shakes off his reservations. Sawyer must have some sense of them though, since as he relaxes onto the bed he speaks again, "It ain't recording. Maybe if you would've let me put that mirror over the bed..."
Sayid laughs and joins Sawyer on the bed. Wordlessly, he pulls Sawyer's sweater up and off, which is followed by Sawyer kicking off his jeans as well. The bedroom is warm enough for them to lay there in comfort, kissing languidly. Their tongues and legs intertwine slowly, and Sayid feels himself growing fully erect as Sawyer grasps and pulls his cock from his shorts. He strokes once, and then again, and pulls away from the kiss. He places a hand against Sayid's chest.
"Lay back."
Sayid props himself up against the pillows and strips off his shorts. He lifts his eyes to the television in time to watch Sawyer close his mouth eagerly over Sayid's cock. He sucks gently, drawing it deeply down his throat before drawing away slowly. He smiles up at Sayid, then peeks over his shoulder toward the television. Sayid's cock salutes him back stiffly from the center of the frame.
"You just keep watching, chief." And then he turns his attention back to what he was doing. This time he grabs Sayid's cock firmly, as he draws his tongue slowly up and then down the shaft. His tongue loops around Sayid's testicles, guiding them into his mouth where it swirls around them. After a moment, he takes Sayid's whole cock into his mouth again, stroking the base with his hand and expertly working his mouth around the head. Sayid finds himself transfixed by the view on the television, not least because Sawyer manages to maintain eye contact with the camera as much as possible. Sayid watches still as Sawyer's tongue runs down his cock and balls, and down between his legs. Sawyer teases him with his tongue and fingers, until Sayid is eager and ready for Sawyer to fuck him. He decides to say so.
"Sawyer...James...Fuck me. Do it now, give me your cock, I need it."
Sawyer raises himself up to his knees. "Well if you're gonna ask so nicely, how can I resist?" Sayid scrambles to exchanges positions with Sawyer at the foot of the bed. He arranges his limbs while Sawyer busies himself with the nightstand drawer. Quickly, Sawyer is behind him, and easing his cock into Sayid with a practiced technique. His movements start off slow and halting, but soon he finds an easy rhythm and he wraps his hand around Sayid cock again.
"Keep watching, Sayid. I want to see you watching." Their eyes meet through the screen, and Sayid can feel himself building towards climax. Watching every movement, every stroke, matched onscreen, makes him feel everything more intensely, and very soon he's crying out, spilling semen over Sawyer's hand and himself as Sawyer continues to stroke until every drop has fallen. Then Sawyer begins to fuck him faster and faster, and then pulls out suddenly. Sawyer strokes himself urgently, pausing only to reach down and pull Sayid's hair back from his face. "Want you to see how you look to me. How fucking hot you are, how...ah...how fucking gorgeous every inch of you is...fuck!" And then he's coming, his seed falling onto Sayid's back, the contrast of the white against Sayid's caramel skin apparent even on the screen. Sayid sees every drop as he feels it hit, and in his haze it feels sensuous and amazing. But Sawyer quicky wipes it away with a sheet, then rolls Sayid back onto his back and kisses him deeply. As if on cue, the sounds of cheers erupt through their neighborhood. Sawyer bursts out laughing and rolls to Sayid's side.
"Look at us, in bed at midnight on New Year's. I tell you, Sayid, we're getting to be over the hill." And then Sayid joins him in laughing, until they both run out of breath. Then Sawyer fumbles with the remote and turns off the television while Sayid drags a quilt over them. They don't bother to dress, and in a tangle of limbs begin to fall asleep. Just before he drifts off, Sayid suddenly remembers something.
"Sawyer?" The response is little more than a grumbled assent.
"Next time, we're definitely recording the video."