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Title: Wild West-Chapter 2- "Lullabyes, memories and an awkward moment"
Rating: PG-13-->R for this one
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Summary: "We're just going to forget it like that?" Sawyer arched a brow. "Forget what? Oh the thing with me naked?"
A/N: Many thanks to Jawyer aka Torretos for making me this lovely banner! Thank you hun!
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Sawyer had been absently staring into the fire, playing a song his mother would sing to him. Then the stranger, Jack, had shown up.That man was...different. He didn't seem like he should be running from anyone. But it was something more than that.
Sawyer felt himself staring at Jack. The way his hips swayed when he walked and the way his muscles moved under the thin fabric of his grey shirt. The way his hazel eyes burned in his head and his short, brown hair. He had a small growth of beard stubble along his rugged jaw line.
"So," Jack began, chewing some of the beans. "That song you were playing, what is it?"
"Oh, um, its a lullabye. My mom used to sing it, when I was sick."
"It sounded lovely. You're mother must be worried about you, out here and all." He replied, scratching his head.
"My parents are both dead. They died when I was three."
"I'm sorry... I didn't..." Jack stammered. Sawyer smirked and let out a light chuckle.
"It's all right, Doc. You didn't know, but I ain't worried about it. It was near thirty years ago." He shurgged, playing a chord, the sound echoing over the empty plane. They sat for a moment, not speaking.
"So, what else can you play on that thing?" Jack gestured to the guitar. Sawyer simply grinned and began strumming. The two men laughed and sang the night away.
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The last embers of the fire were smoldering when Sawyer awoke. He removed his pocket watch and saw that it read midnight. He scanned the scene and found Jack's horse and gear but no Jack. He stood and stretched, his back tight. Somewhere behind a wall of trees and bushes he heard water. He crossed to the trees and pushed the branches apart.
In the tiny secluded lake Jack swam, washing his upper body quickly with water. Sawyer sucked a deep breath through his nose.
The man was magnificent. His tanned and toned torso gleamed in the bright moon light as the droplets of water slithered across his chest. With a short shake of his head the water was flung from his cropped hair. He walked up the bank and dried himself with some sort of cloth. Jack slid his jeans over his slender hips and buttoned them. They hung loosely on him, marking the end of his tan. He tugged on his boots, his biceps flexing.
Sawyer felt his breath quickening as he watched. He'd never had this problem before. Jack's eyes were now focused intently on him. His heart jumped to his throat when he realized he'd been caught. Jack crossed to him quickly, still maintaining a slight saunter, and pinned Sawyer's arms and body against a near by tree.
"Never figured you for a voyeur, Sawyer." He smirked, brushing his thumb across Sawyer's pulse point on his wrist.
"Yeah? Never figured you for a tease, Doc." He spat in reply. The two men stared at one another so intensely that a passer by may have taken the awkward situation for an unscheduled shoot-out.
"Well then. Can I ask what you're doing up this late?" Jack muttered, his breath warm and moist on Sawyer's face.
"I could ask you the same thing, Doc. And you're swimmin' at this hour no less." Sawyer replied, attempting to contain his shudder, but not quite succeeding.
"I was covered in dirt and grim from sitting so close to that damn fire and... some people." Jack smirked. "Guess proximity makes from some interesting problems. Am I right?" Jack growled, his mouth against Sawyer's ear. He rolled his hips deliciously against Sawyer's and elicited a raspy groan. He pushed his hips foward towards Jack's again and groaned. Jack let his shirt drop to the dirt as he kissed Sawyer, roughly at first, but then it turned soft and tender. Sawyer’s hand slid out of Jack’s grasp and curled around the back of his head. Then he tasted blood.
“Jack?” He breathed loudly. Jack reached the hand up to his lip and wiped the blood from it. His eyes were dark with lust as he bent to retrieve his shirt and walked to the campsite, eyes in the dirt. “So that’s it? You’re just going to go on and forget that ever happened?”
“What do you want me to do?” Jack barked, spinning on his heels and ending up chest to chest with Sawyer. “I’ve never done something like that on impulse, Sawyer!”
“Neither have I. But, hell Doc, that felt more right than anything I’ve ever done damn it!” He growled, his dark eyes still raking over Jack.
“Look. Let’s just talk about this tomorrow. Okay?” Jack lowered his voice as he visibly calmed himself down. Sawyer nodded but stepped closer, so their noses were touching.
“Can you just kiss me one more time, Jack? It’s gonna be a long night.” With that Jack kissed him softly, his tongue running gently across Sawyer’s lip. When he pulled away, both men breathing hard, Jack smiled.
“Good night Sawyer.”
“G’night Doc.”