Lost fic: Water [Jack/Sawyer, NC17]
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine
Summary: Sawyer and Jack at the waterfall. NC17.
Author's notes: Inspired by one of haldoor's requests for lost_hohoho. Using for psych_30 #1, Transference and fanfic100 #20, Colorless. Special thanks to Zelda_zee and alliecat8 for their wise, insightful beta help.
Water
by eponine119
December 28, 2006
Dead-set on his latest mission, Jack headed resolutely for Kate's tent, and Sawyer followed only a half-step behind him. So they both got an eyeful when Jack drew back the flap, revealing Kate and Sayid in a rather private position.
Sawyer couldn't move, he was so stunned. He couldn't even close his eyes to block out the sight of Sayid's hands against Kate's pale breasts, his penis thick and dark as he thrust. Sawyer could only stare, feeling the blood rush into his own cock. Jack couldn't move, either. They stood shoulder to shoulder. Watching.
Jack must have recovered first. "Kate," he said. Her body jolted and her eyes opened and she looked at them, standing there. There was something sad in those green eyes that Sawyer could read perfectly: her little game of jerking them both around was over.
He walked away, telling himself he was disgusted. He heard rough breathing as Jack started after him. Sawyer ran, breaking through the edge of the jungle when Jack shouted his name.
He was hurt. He'd half-convinced himself he actually cared about her. He was angry. It was so clear now that she'd scammed him. He was so turned on it ached.
His traitorous feet led him to the waterfall. He stood at the edge of the water, hands balled into fists, letting the roar flow through him. It didn't help. He wanted to scream, to rage, to hurt someone as bad as he hurt inside. But he couldn't. So slowly, methodically, he began to unbutton his shirt. When that was finished, he yanked down his jeans. He stopped for a moment to force a deep breath into his lungs, savoring the feeling of the warm sun and damp air against his skin. Then he plunged into the icy water.
The cold burned his skin, enveloping his body, making his fingers and toes tingle. It flowed through his hair and over his scalp, and into his eyes when he opened them. He only surfaced when his lungs yearned for air, and then only for a gasp before heading down again, diving deep.
He came up with a shiver, wet hair dripping into his narrowed eyes. Jack stood on the rock, hands loose at his sides like he didn't know what to do.
"Won't help," Sawyer called to him. He almost submerged again, but stopped when Jack reached to pull off his t-shirt. It drifted down, distracting Sawyer for a moment while Jack took off his jeans. They locked eyes. Jack paused for a moment, as though deciding whether he was going to take off his underwear, but Sawyer already knew he would. After a moment, without a break in their gaze, Jack reached down and removed his white briefs.
He was just as hard as Sawyer still was.
The water swallowed Jack's skin by inches. He stopped short before he reached Sawyer, who stood in chest-deep water.
"She got us good," Sawyer said.
Jack shook his head, tried to look like it wasn't important. But his body was tense and his face was lightly flushed.
"Pretty fuckin' hot, though," Sawyer said. Because he knew it'd provoke Jack. He yearned for the smack of Jack's thrusting fist against his jaw. But the blow didn't come.
"Yeah," Jack breathed. His eyes shone, dark and bright. His hands glided through the colorless water. Sawyer stood within arm's reach. Even in the cold, Jack's hands burned where they settled on either side of Sawyer's body.
Sawyer let out a breath that was something like a sigh. Wet his lips and cocked his head, deciding. It'd be so much easier if Jack just hit him, rather than that inviting, hesitant touch. He put his mouth against Jack's. Not a kiss, not quite. Jack's body was like stone.
He curled his tongue against Jack's lips, pleading for entrance. Sawyer discovered a particularly appealing dip in the center of Jack's lower lip just a moment before it yielded, letting him inside. The temperature of Jack's mouth rivaled that of his body, scorching, and Sawyer found himself lost inside the inferno.
Jack pulled away, putting space between their bodies. He took Sawyer's hand and put it on his cock. The unspoken message was as clear as if he'd spoken: just get me off, Sawyer. Jack's closed eyes made him appear oddly defenseless. Sawyer wanted to make him open them, in surprise. Make Jack look at him with pleasure in his dark eyes.
If there had ever been any gentleness in Sawyer, it was gone now. His own cock throbbed as he worked Jack, his cold fingers slipping awkwardly in the water. Up and down and over the head, listening to the hard rasp of Jack's breath. Sawyer's tongue dragged over his lips, tender now from their kiss. He wanted another, which he would not get.
Jack's body shook and his hips moved, pushing his cock against Sawyer's hand with a violence Sawyer matched. Jack made a soft, bitten-back sound as he shuddered and the heat pulsed out of him, and then, finally, he opened his eyes. They were dark and soft and unfocused, so vulnerable that Sawyer had to look away.
He kept his eyes on that faraway point he'd found, because he didn't know where to look when Jack touched him. The hot slide of Jack's hand against his aching cock made a sound catch in the back of Sawyer's throat, and then he held his breath, trying to keep still, trying to make this moment go on forever. But already pleasure drained the blood from his head, concentrating his entire existence in those few burning nerve endings. Even as he came, he wanted more. More of Jack. He'd forgotten Kate, if she'd ever mattered in the first place. He just wished Jack felt the same way.
Jack swam for the waterfall. Pure, clear water glistened on his bare skin and through his short hair. Sawyer's knees were weak and his head was strangely light. He could make his way back to shore, back to his clothes, back to the beach. Or he could swim toward the rushing power of the waterfall.
He followed Jack.
End.
Summary: Sawyer and Jack at the waterfall. NC17.
Author's notes: Inspired by one of haldoor's requests for lost_hohoho. Using for psych_30 #1, Transference and fanfic100 #20, Colorless. Special thanks to Zelda_zee and alliecat8 for their wise, insightful beta help.
Water
by eponine119
December 28, 2006
Dead-set on his latest mission, Jack headed resolutely for Kate's tent, and Sawyer followed only a half-step behind him. So they both got an eyeful when Jack drew back the flap, revealing Kate and Sayid in a rather private position.
Sawyer couldn't move, he was so stunned. He couldn't even close his eyes to block out the sight of Sayid's hands against Kate's pale breasts, his penis thick and dark as he thrust. Sawyer could only stare, feeling the blood rush into his own cock. Jack couldn't move, either. They stood shoulder to shoulder. Watching.
Jack must have recovered first. "Kate," he said. Her body jolted and her eyes opened and she looked at them, standing there. There was something sad in those green eyes that Sawyer could read perfectly: her little game of jerking them both around was over.
He walked away, telling himself he was disgusted. He heard rough breathing as Jack started after him. Sawyer ran, breaking through the edge of the jungle when Jack shouted his name.
He was hurt. He'd half-convinced himself he actually cared about her. He was angry. It was so clear now that she'd scammed him. He was so turned on it ached.
His traitorous feet led him to the waterfall. He stood at the edge of the water, hands balled into fists, letting the roar flow through him. It didn't help. He wanted to scream, to rage, to hurt someone as bad as he hurt inside. But he couldn't. So slowly, methodically, he began to unbutton his shirt. When that was finished, he yanked down his jeans. He stopped for a moment to force a deep breath into his lungs, savoring the feeling of the warm sun and damp air against his skin. Then he plunged into the icy water.
The cold burned his skin, enveloping his body, making his fingers and toes tingle. It flowed through his hair and over his scalp, and into his eyes when he opened them. He only surfaced when his lungs yearned for air, and then only for a gasp before heading down again, diving deep.
He came up with a shiver, wet hair dripping into his narrowed eyes. Jack stood on the rock, hands loose at his sides like he didn't know what to do.
"Won't help," Sawyer called to him. He almost submerged again, but stopped when Jack reached to pull off his t-shirt. It drifted down, distracting Sawyer for a moment while Jack took off his jeans. They locked eyes. Jack paused for a moment, as though deciding whether he was going to take off his underwear, but Sawyer already knew he would. After a moment, without a break in their gaze, Jack reached down and removed his white briefs.
He was just as hard as Sawyer still was.
The water swallowed Jack's skin by inches. He stopped short before he reached Sawyer, who stood in chest-deep water.
"She got us good," Sawyer said.
Jack shook his head, tried to look like it wasn't important. But his body was tense and his face was lightly flushed.
"Pretty fuckin' hot, though," Sawyer said. Because he knew it'd provoke Jack. He yearned for the smack of Jack's thrusting fist against his jaw. But the blow didn't come.
"Yeah," Jack breathed. His eyes shone, dark and bright. His hands glided through the colorless water. Sawyer stood within arm's reach. Even in the cold, Jack's hands burned where they settled on either side of Sawyer's body.
Sawyer let out a breath that was something like a sigh. Wet his lips and cocked his head, deciding. It'd be so much easier if Jack just hit him, rather than that inviting, hesitant touch. He put his mouth against Jack's. Not a kiss, not quite. Jack's body was like stone.
He curled his tongue against Jack's lips, pleading for entrance. Sawyer discovered a particularly appealing dip in the center of Jack's lower lip just a moment before it yielded, letting him inside. The temperature of Jack's mouth rivaled that of his body, scorching, and Sawyer found himself lost inside the inferno.
Jack pulled away, putting space between their bodies. He took Sawyer's hand and put it on his cock. The unspoken message was as clear as if he'd spoken: just get me off, Sawyer. Jack's closed eyes made him appear oddly defenseless. Sawyer wanted to make him open them, in surprise. Make Jack look at him with pleasure in his dark eyes.
If there had ever been any gentleness in Sawyer, it was gone now. His own cock throbbed as he worked Jack, his cold fingers slipping awkwardly in the water. Up and down and over the head, listening to the hard rasp of Jack's breath. Sawyer's tongue dragged over his lips, tender now from their kiss. He wanted another, which he would not get.
Jack's body shook and his hips moved, pushing his cock against Sawyer's hand with a violence Sawyer matched. Jack made a soft, bitten-back sound as he shuddered and the heat pulsed out of him, and then, finally, he opened his eyes. They were dark and soft and unfocused, so vulnerable that Sawyer had to look away.
He kept his eyes on that faraway point he'd found, because he didn't know where to look when Jack touched him. The hot slide of Jack's hand against his aching cock made a sound catch in the back of Sawyer's throat, and then he held his breath, trying to keep still, trying to make this moment go on forever. But already pleasure drained the blood from his head, concentrating his entire existence in those few burning nerve endings. Even as he came, he wanted more. More of Jack. He'd forgotten Kate, if she'd ever mattered in the first place. He just wished Jack felt the same way.
Jack swam for the waterfall. Pure, clear water glistened on his bare skin and through his short hair. Sawyer's knees were weak and his head was strangely light. He could make his way back to shore, back to his clothes, back to the beach. Or he could swim toward the rushing power of the waterfall.
He followed Jack.
End.