My Fanfic - Three Lost Ficlets
♥ At the ending of 2006, I’m posting my last fics, about Jack and Boone from the series Lost.
First Kisses Series
Ways that could be Boone and Jack’s first kiss.
I want to write more, but that will be in the next Year.
It's a rather long post,
I wish you all a Wonderful 2007. ♥
First Kisses Series
Author: teamane
Pairing: Jack/ Boone
Rating: FRT-13 to all of them
Warnings: slash. (duh!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost, Boone Carlyle or Jack. I wish I did. I would keep them alive, in love and well. Never happened except in my Fantasy World.
Summary: The First kiss is always important.
Author's Notes: This is my first Jack/Boone fanfiction. English is not my first language. (and then my second and third fic *grin*
Beta by the wonderful piximyr. Love you, sweetie, You are an angel to put up my awful English grammar. Any mistakes are my own.
Kate hugged Jack with a blush that was visible even by the moonlight, then she got up and walked away toward the distant fire where everybody stood by talking and eating.
Watching from the trees, Boone had wanted to approach the doctor for a while, but for some reason he was feeling a little ashamed. He admired the man; to him he was a hero. And Boone was no one.
He kept peeking at the beach. Were Jack and Kate together?
Strange! Why did Boone feel a pang in his heart with that thought?!
His feet started moving him to the beach where the lonely figure was sitting, watching the sea under the night sky.
Carefully, Boone sat near Jack; not too close. He didn’t want to upset the older man.
Feeling someone’s presence sitting next to him, Jack looked to see who was interrupting his renewed peace and solitude. He could see the other’s blue/green eyes watching intently the ocean and smiled.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, hoping Boone would leave him alone again.
The young man turned to him with a serious _expression. “Honestly? I need a lot of things.” He shrugged his shoulders, “But I can’t have them.”
He played with the white sand, pretending to write something and then smoothing the sand surface again. “Is everything ok with you and Kate?” he asked after a few moments of silence.
Jack sighed. He didn’t want to talk, not to Boone or anyone. He just wanted to be left alone.
Taking just one look at the poor kid sitting bathed in moonlight, was all Jack needed to cave in and drop his not talking resolution.
He knew the other wanted to know what was going on between him and the pretty girl. The expectation on Boone’s face said so much, and so Jack decided to cut the disastrous young man some slack.
“We’re ok. We were talking about what we lost. Today was my birthday and I never spent it away from home.”
“Oh!” Boone’s eyes grew round, mirroring the full moon.
There was another moment of silence.
“You might have lost many things, but you have a great birthday present.”
Jack snorted.
Boone smiled openly to him, and Jack found it very endearing and sweet. Poor Boone. Always so eager to help and ending on the rough stuff almost all the time. Cute Boone.
“What birthday present do I have?” he asked after waiting for the younger man to continue with no result. Suddenly, the night seemed a little better. His shoulders felt lighter somehow. The smile got wider. “What do most people wish for their birthday present?” As he looked around them, Jack followed his gaze. “A desert island with a great beach, the sound of the waves playing in the background, a big full moon on a clear starry night sky, a bonfire…” he spread his right arm in the direction of the scenario around them, as he was mentioning it.
Jack actually laughed. Boone felt exhilarated with that. The doctor needed to relax more often and laugh like that. His heart was racing wildly.
“You have all that.” He murmured with a soft smile and a glint in his light eyes. “We survived a plane crush, you saved and helped lots of people, you are alive, and you are respected and loved.”
The older man watched the ocean again, thinking about Boone’s words. “I guess you’re right.” He looked Boone in the eye. “Thank you.”
It was an honest affirmation. He felt his hope for better days to return.
Boone blushed furiously, feeling extremely pleased. He got up and patted his pants, cleaning the sand from them, trying to decide his next action towards Jack. What the heck, he already spoke to the man in a way he hadn't thought of doing. Leaning into Jack, he smiled shyly.
“I think there’s one more thing you can have on your birthday night.”
Looking up, the rugged young doctor arched one eyebrow. “Really? What?” There was amusement in his voice.
The kiss was soft and light, barely touching their lips, only for a second.
“A kiss by the moonlight,” Boone whispered, before turning away and walking to the distant crackling fire.
Jack was mesmerized by the young man’s actions, still following his retreating figure with his brown eyes and the sweet sensation of the kiss on his lips. He licked them, tasting the salt and the forest flavour that was probably Boone.
A smile blossomed on his face.
His birthday turned out not to be that bad after all.
Happy Birthday Jack, he thought to himself, feeling happy and relaxed, still smiling under the moonlight on the desert island beach.
End
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It was like a storm but without the rain. And without the thunder. Just noise.
A very annoying noise.
“Will you both shut up!”
Sawyer’s enraged bellow brought a second of peace. The noise came back again.
“Don’t you dare to meddle, Sawyer, this is between me and Boone.”
“What’s your problem? Always the boss, bossing everyone around…”
Kate and Boone directed their bickering to Sawyer at the same time. The blond man looked to Jack for support, trying to tune out their aggravated voices.
“They have been sparring like two crazy canned sardines for more than half an hour! Don’t you have some painful shot able to cure them?” he asked loud enough to be heard, making a pained gesture for good measure.
They were at the beach; Jack and Sawyer were resting leaning on a piece of the plane fuselage, reading some books they had found earlier amidst the lost baggage.
Boone and Kate were a few meters from them, discussing about the best way to protect the people from the forest monster.
“I hate needles!” Boone said in a soft voice, cutting off the ranting, sincerity impregnated in his face. He shuddered.
“WHAT?!” Kate whipped her head in his direction, her green eyes filled with incredulity. One minute they were dressing Sawyer down and in the next Boone was all big blue puppy dog eyes on Jack. That kid was crazy, annoying, useless and a spoiled brat.
Jack smiled, hiding his face behind the book. He could still see Boone’s big blue-greenish eyes directed at him.
“You’re such a spoiled brat acting on prettiness as if you…”
“Uoooh!” Sawyer exclaimed with a crooked smirk on his handsome face. “Afraid of some competition, freckles?”
“You wish,” she retorted, angry about him interrupting her thoughts about the pretty boy. “You…you…” Her brain was stuck. Did she just admit that she was threatened by Boone’s looks? In front of Jack?! And Sawyer?!
“Has eloquence left you, Kate?” Boone provocative remark brought her from the limbo of shame.
When his comment left her speechless for several moments, the young man enjoyed the evil satisfaction that filled him.
That, was a big error.
The lashing words started again to flow between the two of them with a vengeance.
Sawyer moaned. “I’m going to kill them!”
Jack sighed. “Ok. Time for the big measures.”
He stood up and approached the two that were almost tearing at each other’s throats.
Grabbing Boone’s face, he proceeded to kiss the breath out of him, until the younger man felt like passing out.
He finished the kiss with a resounding sound and looked into amazed blue eyes and blushing cheeks.
With a satisfied smile, Jack returned to his previous place, picked up the book and sighed again. A contented sigh.
Sawyer and Kate were wordless, mouths hanging open and eyes almost jumping out of their sockets.
Boone was touching his lips with a glowing smile on his face.
Jack turned to Sawyer.
“See? Silence at last.”
And it lasted all day long.
End
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Outside the caves, the sky was blue. A gentle breeze was blowing through the vegetation, making it dance with the sound of the waves, fainting on the golden sand of the beach.
Everybody was content, bellies full, a rare sense of peace surrounding them.
Charlie was strumming his guitar with Claire next to him. Kate, Sayid and Shannon were talking, sitting near the forest. They were smiling, sharing expectations and future plans for when they were rescued. Sawyer was tanning, throwing some provocative poses now and then, loving the giggling he was getting from a few of the female survivors, and trying to catch Kate’s attention on the way. Sun was teaching English to her husband, still feeling a little weary about his previous actions. But yet…she loved him still.
Hurley was snoring, preparing himself for a big sunburn in the belly where the t-shirt wasn’t covering it.
Walt and Michael were playing with the dog while Locke watched them, his mind very far away.
It was one of the best days they were having on that forsaken island.
To all, except for Jack. And Boone.
Jack cursed under his breath when the blood kept flowing from the deep cut.
“I need to put a stitch or two,” he said with a soft voice.
Boone’s big blue eyes darted to him with a hint of panic.
“If you think it’s the best…then do it. You’re the doctor,” he murmured, trying not to flinch when Jack cleaned his wound again.
He felt like he was cursed. Why did the bad things happen to him? So many people around the place, and the coconut had to fall on his hand.
Well, all things considered, better the hand than the head! In the end, he felt grateful.
So did Jack.
He prepared the needle and the sewing thread with a frowned forehead. “You ok?” he asked the younger man, seeing how his eyes kept flowing with tears of pain that did not fall.
Boone smiled briefly. “What’s your professional opinion?” he tried to tease, flinching again when Jack sat down on the crate he was before and put Boone’s hand on the clean towel. His brown eyes crinkled in sympathy. “You’re lucky the bones are not broken.”
Boone snorted, hissing through his teeth when the needle pierced the broken flesh.
“It feels like it!” he chocked back, trying to be brave. “Gosh, it hurts like hell!”
He would have found it funny that Jack seemed to be as much in pain as he was, if he actually could concentrate on anything else but the fire that was crawling over his injured left hand.
Jack was torn. He hated this part of his job: causing pain so he could cure them. It was always bad, but it was worse when it happened to someone he cared about.
“I bet you were always with band-aids, when you were younger,” Jack prompted Boone, trying to distract him from the sewing session.
Boone was watching his hand matching the visual to the pain his brain kept on reminding him. The gentle voice brought him back to the caves and Jack. He looked to the doctor with a blank face.
“You are always getting hurt,” he explained with a little smile, preparing the next stitch.
Boone smiled with recognition. “Yeh.” His smile got bigger, forgetting his hand for a second. “I think I’m cursed or something. If there’s an accident to happen it will happen to me! Or near me, still managing to hit me anyway.” He sighed and swallowed a pained moan when the young doc tighten the borders and cut the line, finishing the stitching.
Again Jack felt like he, too, was in pain.
“I’m sorry, Boone,” he apologized.
The young man nodded, feeling ashamed when a tear ran along his cheek.
“If my mother was here she could kiss it to make it better,” he joked sarcastically, dancing around the pain and embarrassment.
Jack locked his brown eyes on the blue ones of the shorter man.
“Really?!” he asked with a light smile. That was something that intrigued him. He was a surgeon, didn’t deal with patients’ emotions or motherly recipes to kids’s doo doos.
“That’s a nice technique. Does it actually work?” he asked with a smirk, putting away the instruments and grabbing a piece of cloth to wrap around Boone’s wound. When he got no answer from the younger hurting man, he turned his attention to him once again.
Boone was looking at his hand, pretending to inspect the fixed cut. Sensing Jack’s eyes on him he gave a shyly smile, blushing a bit.
“Honestly? I don’t know.” He sighed. “My mother was never the nurturing kind. No kiss and make it better…”
“Oh!” Jack exclaimed in a low voice, feeling an ache in his chest for the open vulnerability Boone was showing without knowing it. “Well, as a man of science I need to check that out.”
Boone laughed at the seriousness on the doctor’s voice and face.
Jack grinned and taking Boone’s injured hand, kissed it near the wound, barely touching the fingers.
Boone’s eyes got bigger and his breathing sped up. He gasped at the sensation.
Jack turned sharpened eyes to him. “Did I hurt you?” There was worry on his voice.
Boone could only shake his head unable to speak around his jumping heart. He felt like he was on pain drugs or something, just in the middle of a nice dream.
“Good,” Jack murmured, drowning in the blue pools that were telling him so much.
Slowly, he framed the young man’s face with his big healing hands, giving Boone time enough to stop him. He didn’t.
When he saw Jack’s face come closer to his, Boone closed his eyes in bliss, feeling soft lips on his own.
The kiss was soft and warm as a calming balm.
A moan floated through the caves like a whisper of love.
Jack was surprised by his own feelings. He couldn’t get enough of Boone’s taste. Their tongues sliding against each other, probing, tasting, caressing, healing.
Finally, they separated, breathless and flushed, wearing a matching grin on their faces.
“So?” asked Jack, licking his lips in a sensuous move.
Boone was torn between the feeling of floating or melting. And he was terribly aroused by Jack’s lips.
“So what?” he asked, trembling.
“Did I make it better?”
The grin got wider.
“Hell yeh! That’s the best medicine I ever got.”
The other caressed his soft blushing cheek with tenderness.
“Good.” He kissed him again, unable to resist any longer. “I have plenty of this gentle medicine in my cabinet. Just for you.”
The blue-eyed man put his arms around the doctor’s neck, careful of his hand, that didn’t hurt so much anymore.
“Just what the doc recommended me.”
It turned out to be one of the best days they had on that forsaken island.
The end
Credits/Disclaimer for my fanart and manips.
My Fanart and Fiction Index
Until next time
:D
First Kisses Series
Ways that could be Boone and Jack’s first kiss.
I want to write more, but that will be in the next Year.
It's a rather long post,
I wish you all a Wonderful 2007. ♥
First Kisses Series
Author: teamane
Pairing: Jack/ Boone
Rating: FRT-13 to all of them
Warnings: slash. (duh!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost, Boone Carlyle or Jack. I wish I did. I would keep them alive, in love and well. Never happened except in my Fantasy World.
Summary: The First kiss is always important.
Author's Notes: This is my first Jack/Boone fanfiction. English is not my first language. (and then my second and third fic *grin*
Beta by the wonderful piximyr. Love you, sweetie, You are an angel to put up my awful English grammar. Any mistakes are my own.
Kate hugged Jack with a blush that was visible even by the moonlight, then she got up and walked away toward the distant fire where everybody stood by talking and eating.
Watching from the trees, Boone had wanted to approach the doctor for a while, but for some reason he was feeling a little ashamed. He admired the man; to him he was a hero. And Boone was no one.
He kept peeking at the beach. Were Jack and Kate together?
Strange! Why did Boone feel a pang in his heart with that thought?!
His feet started moving him to the beach where the lonely figure was sitting, watching the sea under the night sky.
Carefully, Boone sat near Jack; not too close. He didn’t want to upset the older man.
Feeling someone’s presence sitting next to him, Jack looked to see who was interrupting his renewed peace and solitude. He could see the other’s blue/green eyes watching intently the ocean and smiled.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, hoping Boone would leave him alone again.
The young man turned to him with a serious _expression. “Honestly? I need a lot of things.” He shrugged his shoulders, “But I can’t have them.”
He played with the white sand, pretending to write something and then smoothing the sand surface again. “Is everything ok with you and Kate?” he asked after a few moments of silence.
Jack sighed. He didn’t want to talk, not to Boone or anyone. He just wanted to be left alone.
Taking just one look at the poor kid sitting bathed in moonlight, was all Jack needed to cave in and drop his not talking resolution.
He knew the other wanted to know what was going on between him and the pretty girl. The expectation on Boone’s face said so much, and so Jack decided to cut the disastrous young man some slack.
“We’re ok. We were talking about what we lost. Today was my birthday and I never spent it away from home.”
“Oh!” Boone’s eyes grew round, mirroring the full moon.
There was another moment of silence.
“You might have lost many things, but you have a great birthday present.”
Jack snorted.
Boone smiled openly to him, and Jack found it very endearing and sweet. Poor Boone. Always so eager to help and ending on the rough stuff almost all the time. Cute Boone.
“What birthday present do I have?” he asked after waiting for the younger man to continue with no result. Suddenly, the night seemed a little better. His shoulders felt lighter somehow. The smile got wider. “What do most people wish for their birthday present?” As he looked around them, Jack followed his gaze. “A desert island with a great beach, the sound of the waves playing in the background, a big full moon on a clear starry night sky, a bonfire…” he spread his right arm in the direction of the scenario around them, as he was mentioning it.
Jack actually laughed. Boone felt exhilarated with that. The doctor needed to relax more often and laugh like that. His heart was racing wildly.
“You have all that.” He murmured with a soft smile and a glint in his light eyes. “We survived a plane crush, you saved and helped lots of people, you are alive, and you are respected and loved.”
The older man watched the ocean again, thinking about Boone’s words. “I guess you’re right.” He looked Boone in the eye. “Thank you.”
It was an honest affirmation. He felt his hope for better days to return.
Boone blushed furiously, feeling extremely pleased. He got up and patted his pants, cleaning the sand from them, trying to decide his next action towards Jack. What the heck, he already spoke to the man in a way he hadn't thought of doing. Leaning into Jack, he smiled shyly.
“I think there’s one more thing you can have on your birthday night.”
Looking up, the rugged young doctor arched one eyebrow. “Really? What?” There was amusement in his voice.
The kiss was soft and light, barely touching their lips, only for a second.
“A kiss by the moonlight,” Boone whispered, before turning away and walking to the distant crackling fire.
Jack was mesmerized by the young man’s actions, still following his retreating figure with his brown eyes and the sweet sensation of the kiss on his lips. He licked them, tasting the salt and the forest flavour that was probably Boone.
A smile blossomed on his face.
His birthday turned out not to be that bad after all.
Happy Birthday Jack, he thought to himself, feeling happy and relaxed, still smiling under the moonlight on the desert island beach.
End
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It was like a storm but without the rain. And without the thunder. Just noise.
A very annoying noise.
“Will you both shut up!”
Sawyer’s enraged bellow brought a second of peace. The noise came back again.
“Don’t you dare to meddle, Sawyer, this is between me and Boone.”
“What’s your problem? Always the boss, bossing everyone around…”
Kate and Boone directed their bickering to Sawyer at the same time. The blond man looked to Jack for support, trying to tune out their aggravated voices.
“They have been sparring like two crazy canned sardines for more than half an hour! Don’t you have some painful shot able to cure them?” he asked loud enough to be heard, making a pained gesture for good measure.
They were at the beach; Jack and Sawyer were resting leaning on a piece of the plane fuselage, reading some books they had found earlier amidst the lost baggage.
Boone and Kate were a few meters from them, discussing about the best way to protect the people from the forest monster.
“I hate needles!” Boone said in a soft voice, cutting off the ranting, sincerity impregnated in his face. He shuddered.
“WHAT?!” Kate whipped her head in his direction, her green eyes filled with incredulity. One minute they were dressing Sawyer down and in the next Boone was all big blue puppy dog eyes on Jack. That kid was crazy, annoying, useless and a spoiled brat.
Jack smiled, hiding his face behind the book. He could still see Boone’s big blue-greenish eyes directed at him.
“You’re such a spoiled brat acting on prettiness as if you…”
“Uoooh!” Sawyer exclaimed with a crooked smirk on his handsome face. “Afraid of some competition, freckles?”
“You wish,” she retorted, angry about him interrupting her thoughts about the pretty boy. “You…you…” Her brain was stuck. Did she just admit that she was threatened by Boone’s looks? In front of Jack?! And Sawyer?!
“Has eloquence left you, Kate?” Boone provocative remark brought her from the limbo of shame.
When his comment left her speechless for several moments, the young man enjoyed the evil satisfaction that filled him.
That, was a big error.
The lashing words started again to flow between the two of them with a vengeance.
Sawyer moaned. “I’m going to kill them!”
Jack sighed. “Ok. Time for the big measures.”
He stood up and approached the two that were almost tearing at each other’s throats.
Grabbing Boone’s face, he proceeded to kiss the breath out of him, until the younger man felt like passing out.
He finished the kiss with a resounding sound and looked into amazed blue eyes and blushing cheeks.
With a satisfied smile, Jack returned to his previous place, picked up the book and sighed again. A contented sigh.
Sawyer and Kate were wordless, mouths hanging open and eyes almost jumping out of their sockets.
Boone was touching his lips with a glowing smile on his face.
Jack turned to Sawyer.
“See? Silence at last.”
And it lasted all day long.
End
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Outside the caves, the sky was blue. A gentle breeze was blowing through the vegetation, making it dance with the sound of the waves, fainting on the golden sand of the beach.
Everybody was content, bellies full, a rare sense of peace surrounding them.
Charlie was strumming his guitar with Claire next to him. Kate, Sayid and Shannon were talking, sitting near the forest. They were smiling, sharing expectations and future plans for when they were rescued. Sawyer was tanning, throwing some provocative poses now and then, loving the giggling he was getting from a few of the female survivors, and trying to catch Kate’s attention on the way. Sun was teaching English to her husband, still feeling a little weary about his previous actions. But yet…she loved him still.
Hurley was snoring, preparing himself for a big sunburn in the belly where the t-shirt wasn’t covering it.
Walt and Michael were playing with the dog while Locke watched them, his mind very far away.
It was one of the best days they were having on that forsaken island.
To all, except for Jack. And Boone.
Jack cursed under his breath when the blood kept flowing from the deep cut.
“I need to put a stitch or two,” he said with a soft voice.
Boone’s big blue eyes darted to him with a hint of panic.
“If you think it’s the best…then do it. You’re the doctor,” he murmured, trying not to flinch when Jack cleaned his wound again.
He felt like he was cursed. Why did the bad things happen to him? So many people around the place, and the coconut had to fall on his hand.
Well, all things considered, better the hand than the head! In the end, he felt grateful.
So did Jack.
He prepared the needle and the sewing thread with a frowned forehead. “You ok?” he asked the younger man, seeing how his eyes kept flowing with tears of pain that did not fall.
Boone smiled briefly. “What’s your professional opinion?” he tried to tease, flinching again when Jack sat down on the crate he was before and put Boone’s hand on the clean towel. His brown eyes crinkled in sympathy. “You’re lucky the bones are not broken.”
Boone snorted, hissing through his teeth when the needle pierced the broken flesh.
“It feels like it!” he chocked back, trying to be brave. “Gosh, it hurts like hell!”
He would have found it funny that Jack seemed to be as much in pain as he was, if he actually could concentrate on anything else but the fire that was crawling over his injured left hand.
Jack was torn. He hated this part of his job: causing pain so he could cure them. It was always bad, but it was worse when it happened to someone he cared about.
“I bet you were always with band-aids, when you were younger,” Jack prompted Boone, trying to distract him from the sewing session.
Boone was watching his hand matching the visual to the pain his brain kept on reminding him. The gentle voice brought him back to the caves and Jack. He looked to the doctor with a blank face.
“You are always getting hurt,” he explained with a little smile, preparing the next stitch.
Boone smiled with recognition. “Yeh.” His smile got bigger, forgetting his hand for a second. “I think I’m cursed or something. If there’s an accident to happen it will happen to me! Or near me, still managing to hit me anyway.” He sighed and swallowed a pained moan when the young doc tighten the borders and cut the line, finishing the stitching.
Again Jack felt like he, too, was in pain.
“I’m sorry, Boone,” he apologized.
The young man nodded, feeling ashamed when a tear ran along his cheek.
“If my mother was here she could kiss it to make it better,” he joked sarcastically, dancing around the pain and embarrassment.
Jack locked his brown eyes on the blue ones of the shorter man.
“Really?!” he asked with a light smile. That was something that intrigued him. He was a surgeon, didn’t deal with patients’ emotions or motherly recipes to kids’s doo doos.
“That’s a nice technique. Does it actually work?” he asked with a smirk, putting away the instruments and grabbing a piece of cloth to wrap around Boone’s wound. When he got no answer from the younger hurting man, he turned his attention to him once again.
Boone was looking at his hand, pretending to inspect the fixed cut. Sensing Jack’s eyes on him he gave a shyly smile, blushing a bit.
“Honestly? I don’t know.” He sighed. “My mother was never the nurturing kind. No kiss and make it better…”
“Oh!” Jack exclaimed in a low voice, feeling an ache in his chest for the open vulnerability Boone was showing without knowing it. “Well, as a man of science I need to check that out.”
Boone laughed at the seriousness on the doctor’s voice and face.
Jack grinned and taking Boone’s injured hand, kissed it near the wound, barely touching the fingers.
Boone’s eyes got bigger and his breathing sped up. He gasped at the sensation.
Jack turned sharpened eyes to him. “Did I hurt you?” There was worry on his voice.
Boone could only shake his head unable to speak around his jumping heart. He felt like he was on pain drugs or something, just in the middle of a nice dream.
“Good,” Jack murmured, drowning in the blue pools that were telling him so much.
Slowly, he framed the young man’s face with his big healing hands, giving Boone time enough to stop him. He didn’t.
When he saw Jack’s face come closer to his, Boone closed his eyes in bliss, feeling soft lips on his own.
The kiss was soft and warm as a calming balm.
A moan floated through the caves like a whisper of love.
Jack was surprised by his own feelings. He couldn’t get enough of Boone’s taste. Their tongues sliding against each other, probing, tasting, caressing, healing.
Finally, they separated, breathless and flushed, wearing a matching grin on their faces.
“So?” asked Jack, licking his lips in a sensuous move.
Boone was torn between the feeling of floating or melting. And he was terribly aroused by Jack’s lips.
“So what?” he asked, trembling.
“Did I make it better?”
The grin got wider.
“Hell yeh! That’s the best medicine I ever got.”
The other caressed his soft blushing cheek with tenderness.
“Good.” He kissed him again, unable to resist any longer. “I have plenty of this gentle medicine in my cabinet. Just for you.”
The blue-eyed man put his arms around the doctor’s neck, careful of his hand, that didn’t hurt so much anymore.
“Just what the doc recommended me.”
It turned out to be one of the best days they had on that forsaken island.
The end
Credits/Disclaimer for my fanart and manips.
My Fanart and Fiction Index
Until next time
:D