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OK!!! So I am late, but this is a birthday present for the always wonderful
jenthegypsy. I am so happy I found you, darling! You are a positive force in the Lost world, and as friend too. I hope you had a great birthday and I wish you everything your heart desires!!! Cannot wait to meet you in May!
Here is my humble present. It is sadly very tame ;)
Title: One more hand
Rating and pairing: slashy Jack/Sawyer undertones, PG-13-to-R because of innuendo alone.
Length: about 1900 words
Summary: remember that poker game? Yeah? That’s pretty much it.. with slight variations.
A/N: thank you God for Lost episode transcripts and a billion kisses to
fosfomifira for her quick and helpful beta!!! ♥
One more hand
Jack sees them playing cards and he can’t help it. After staring for a moment, he walks toward the small group, pretending that he needs to pass right next to them so he can have a closer look.
“I bet four papayas.”
Sawyer almost rolls his eyes at Hurley, as if he went over this a million and one time already.
“You can't bet; I just bet. You can either call or raise or lay 'em down, Muttonchops.”
Hurley is unsure of what to do and glances towards Kate.
“Don't look at me.” She says, raising her eyebrows.
A look at the cards on the table and the players tell Jack everything he needs to know. Sawyer will have no shame in taking advantage of Hurley, Jack is sure. He’s got no option but to chime in.
“Lay 'em down, Hurley. He's got you beat.”
Not that Hurley seems to be looking for his input.
“Dude, I got a killer hand, here.”
Jack is not surprised that he cannot tell ok from good.
“No, you don't.”
Hurley narrows his eyes.
“But you don't even know...”
If he has to spell it out… Jack leans in towards Hurley.
“You've a baby straight. He's got the flush.”
The expression on Sawyer’s face makes it clear he guessed right. Kate looks amused.
“What about me? What do I got?”
She is harder to read, but not in a threatening way.
“Hard to say, but you're just playing for the fun of it.”
She smiles, almost flirting.
“Well, fun's not bad. You should try it sometime.”
Jack scoffs, as if taking time to have fun is a real option. He starts to leave, wondering for the millionth time why he has to be the one dealing with sick babies, sea-urchins, Locke-and-Gale and everything else. Plus there is the matter of wondering where the hell Ana and Sayid are, like those two out in the jungle with only Charlie as a buffer is going to go well. He warns Hurley one last time.
“Don't call him, Hurley.”
“Hey, Amarillo Slim -- you think because you watch poker on TV you can tussle with the big boys?”
The drawl stops him and he smiles, thinking he could really throw Sawyer for a loop there. But he has responsibilities. Right?
“I've got to head back to the hatch.”
The smile and taunts are out in full force, just like the smooth as honey voice.
“Hatch ain't going nowhere, Doc. How about you put your mangos where your mouth is?”
Jack’s mind slips in the gutter at that and a wave of arousal hit him. He wonders once again if Sawyer is conscious of the effect he has on him. And frankly? Jack’s never been one to turn down a dare, which did lead him into trouble before. Screw Locke-and-Gale. The three of them are looking at him expectantly, half convinced he’s not going to try it. He moves toward the tables, shedding his backpack, and concedes:
“I guess I could play a hand or two.”
~~
It’s so easy to win their fruits, it’s not even that funny. Except winning Sawyer’s. Again, again and again.. and one more time. Hurley puts his cards on the table.
“Dude, you got me.”
Kate folds too. She stopped having fun a while ago.
“I'm out.”
Sawyer grins like he knows all the answers. He just doesn’t know when to let go.
“Think you're in my head, Doc?”
Jack thinks he’d love to know what is in that pretty head, except he never quite can figure it out apart from reading his tells at poker. He might as well wipe him clean of his papayas right now to teach him a lesson. Plus, this hand is not over and it’s in the pocket anyway.
“You've still got 3 papayas -- call or fold.”
He drinks a bit of water.
“Well, you're in trouble now, Cool Hand.” This is the good nickname day, Jack thinks in a flash, before Sawyer continues as he lays the cards on the crate. “Pocket queens makes me the set.”
Sawyer chuckles softly, confident. Jack shows his pair of kings as if it’s only fair he got better cards.
“King's wired.”
He so owns him. Hurley approves.
“Whoa, dude.”
Kate laughs and Sawyer smirk freezes, before looking quite devastated. The fall is always harder when you think you are high. All the fruits are his, Jack has won, that’s clear. If he plays this right, he can get way more out of this game. He bluffs going away.
“But at least I'm not in your head. Well, I guess that's it.”
As predicted, Sawyer clearly doesn’t want things to end with a defeat, especially not him losing to Jack in front of Kate.
“What do you mean, "it"?”
“Sawyer, you're busted. I got it all. It wouldn't really be fair for you to go pick more mangos.”
“Oh, I've got a hell of lot more than mangos. You want to play real stakes, name 'em?”
Got him. Jack laughs.
“It's a pile of fruit, man.”
“And I want it back.”
Of course he does, that’s the whole point. Kate looks amused at their bickering.
“Should I go and get a ruler?”
Again Jack’s mind goes in the gutter, but he shakes it as Sawyer dismisses Hurley.
“Fun time's over, Mongo. Why don't you go hit the buffet?”
Sawyer’s being rude for no real reason there, but things would be way more interesting if Hurley just leaved them alone so Jack doesn’t say anything.
“But, I want to...”
Kate gets up and turns to the big guy.
“Come on, Hurley. Let's go leave these boys to their sandbox.”
Jack wonders if she’s frustrated that cards got their interest more than her right now. As Kate and Hurley walk away, Sawyer pushes it again.
“One more hand, Doc. What's it going to take?”
Sadly, asking for sexual favors might not be the greatest idea until he testes the waters some more. The guns cross his mind, but his everyday life would be a lot easier with the medicine.
“The medicine you stole from the armory, all of it.”
~~
To his credit, Sawyer played pretty straightforward up until now and he has to be put in a corner before he starts trying to cheat. Jack needs to stay focused, he’s so close to have it all back, and he doesn’t have that much to play with here.
“So, where'd you learn to play cards, Doc?”
Out of the way joints filled with smoke and skanky whores flashes before Jack’s eyes. He considers not telling anything, but the occasion is too good to pass. May his perfect image rest in peace.
“Phuket.”
It does surprise Sawyer.
“What the hell were you doing in Thailand?” He’s about to try something, Jack can feel it in his bones. He smiles and looks away for a second. “What, you don't think I know where Phuket is? Just because I dropped out in 9th grade don't make me an idiot.” Jack is not surprised at the revelation but he never took Sawyer for a dumb hick, that’s for sure. Wait… is he trying to deal from the bottom of the deck?
“Far East, huh? I wouldn't have taken you for a world traveler. That where you got the art on your shoulder?” Jack’s not telling him anything, keeping a little mystery is a better strategy to hold interest. But.. he did deal from the bottom of the deck!
“How about you deal again?”
Of course, Sawyer plays innocence.
“What?”
“This time from the top of the deck.”
Sawyer smiles, flashing the dimples in that maddening way of his.
“Well, I had to try.”
Those dimples, surely illegal in several countries, are way more distracting than the casual chitchat Sawyer just tried. And Jack would be real happy to have some mini-movie of that flirty smile playing over and over again, so he could watch and stare as hard and as long as he wishes.
~~
It’s time to end this. Jack has to get back to the hatch, he’s starting to feel guilty because this is fun and he’s not supposed to have fun while they have a prisoner that may or may not be innocent in their hands. He bets.
“10 mangos.“
Somehow along the way, Sawyer read tells of his own on Jack. They are well beyond playing for medicines now.
“Okay, I'll call you with a midnight skinny dipping session and raise you… with a blowjob.”
Jack’s stomach does a dive as he tries to keep a straight face and his dick under control. A pair of nines is all he got and it has to do. Sawyer surely has nothing, right? He hopes that he can still read him, and that his higher brain functions are still in order, even with his blood gone down south.
Still, as much as he’d like to stock up on promises he’s not even sure Sawyer intends to keep, he really has to end this. First he has to go jerk off somewhere real soon or he’s going to explode. And second, he has a feeling something is not right somewhere, probably in the vicinity of Henry Gale, may he be cursed.
“I'm all in.”
“Well, that's the move of a man who wants me to lay it down.”
Jack smiles at the image and yes, he’d like it very much. But he knows that in this card game right now, Sawyer wont. So time for a little mindfuck, at least.
“You're not going to lay it down.”
Sawyer looks at him quizzically.
“I'm not, huh? Why's that?”
Time for the kill. Just make those nines enough, Jack prays silently.
“Because there's a bunch of people watching us right now and you don't want them to see you lose. Again.”
The flash in Sawyer’s eyes tells him he just hit the bullseye.
“Well alright, I call. What you got?” Jack shows his cards, a little nervous none the less. He doesn’t want to lose all of the fruits and the medicine back to Sawyer, he wants to win fair and square those last promises. “Pair a nines? You pushed in with a pair of nines?! “
“You got me. Let's see 'em.”
Sawyer shows his cards, clearly pissed at the losing in front of everyone part of the deal. Jack almost sighs in relief when he sees that Sawyer only got a pair of fives. Jack can’t help himself, he has to rubs it in.
“Guess it was enough, huh?”
“Son-of-a-bitch.”
He really looks very pretty while pissed. Jack gets up, satisfied.
“I'll come get the meds and the blowjob later.”
A moment of shock shines in Sawyer’s eye before it morphs in something more feral. It sends shivers down Jack’s spine, as he understands he’ll get both meds and sexual favors after all. Close to dizzy with pent-up lust, Jack turns and starts for the jungle. Of course, Sawyer cannot leave it at that.
“Hey, when I asked you what you wanted for stakes -- why didn't you ask for the guns?”
Because Jack doesn’t want the guns, and never wanted to be responsible of them in the first place. Because he needs the meds more; without them he feels helpless. But he can’t say that, so Jack puts all the bravado he can muster in his words.
“When I need the guns, I'll get the guns.”
He just hopes he didn’t shoot his chance of a blowjob to hell with that.
The End.
jenthegypsy. I am so happy I found you, darling! You are a positive force in the Lost world, and as friend too. I hope you had a great birthday and I wish you everything your heart desires!!! Cannot wait to meet you in May!
Here is my humble present. It is sadly very tame ;)
Title: One more hand
Rating and pairing: slashy Jack/Sawyer undertones, PG-13-to-R because of innuendo alone.
Length: about 1900 words
Summary: remember that poker game? Yeah? That’s pretty much it.. with slight variations.
A/N: thank you God for Lost episode transcripts and a billion kisses to
fosfomifira for her quick and helpful beta!!! ♥
One more hand
Jack sees them playing cards and he can’t help it. After staring for a moment, he walks toward the small group, pretending that he needs to pass right next to them so he can have a closer look.
“I bet four papayas.”
Sawyer almost rolls his eyes at Hurley, as if he went over this a million and one time already.
“You can't bet; I just bet. You can either call or raise or lay 'em down, Muttonchops.”
Hurley is unsure of what to do and glances towards Kate.
“Don't look at me.” She says, raising her eyebrows.
A look at the cards on the table and the players tell Jack everything he needs to know. Sawyer will have no shame in taking advantage of Hurley, Jack is sure. He’s got no option but to chime in.
“Lay 'em down, Hurley. He's got you beat.”
Not that Hurley seems to be looking for his input.
“Dude, I got a killer hand, here.”
Jack is not surprised that he cannot tell ok from good.
“No, you don't.”
Hurley narrows his eyes.
“But you don't even know...”
If he has to spell it out… Jack leans in towards Hurley.
“You've a baby straight. He's got the flush.”
The expression on Sawyer’s face makes it clear he guessed right. Kate looks amused.
“What about me? What do I got?”
She is harder to read, but not in a threatening way.
“Hard to say, but you're just playing for the fun of it.”
She smiles, almost flirting.
“Well, fun's not bad. You should try it sometime.”
Jack scoffs, as if taking time to have fun is a real option. He starts to leave, wondering for the millionth time why he has to be the one dealing with sick babies, sea-urchins, Locke-and-Gale and everything else. Plus there is the matter of wondering where the hell Ana and Sayid are, like those two out in the jungle with only Charlie as a buffer is going to go well. He warns Hurley one last time.
“Don't call him, Hurley.”
“Hey, Amarillo Slim -- you think because you watch poker on TV you can tussle with the big boys?”
The drawl stops him and he smiles, thinking he could really throw Sawyer for a loop there. But he has responsibilities. Right?
“I've got to head back to the hatch.”
The smile and taunts are out in full force, just like the smooth as honey voice.
“Hatch ain't going nowhere, Doc. How about you put your mangos where your mouth is?”
Jack’s mind slips in the gutter at that and a wave of arousal hit him. He wonders once again if Sawyer is conscious of the effect he has on him. And frankly? Jack’s never been one to turn down a dare, which did lead him into trouble before. Screw Locke-and-Gale. The three of them are looking at him expectantly, half convinced he’s not going to try it. He moves toward the tables, shedding his backpack, and concedes:
“I guess I could play a hand or two.”
~~
It’s so easy to win their fruits, it’s not even that funny. Except winning Sawyer’s. Again, again and again.. and one more time. Hurley puts his cards on the table.
“Dude, you got me.”
Kate folds too. She stopped having fun a while ago.
“I'm out.”
Sawyer grins like he knows all the answers. He just doesn’t know when to let go.
“Think you're in my head, Doc?”
Jack thinks he’d love to know what is in that pretty head, except he never quite can figure it out apart from reading his tells at poker. He might as well wipe him clean of his papayas right now to teach him a lesson. Plus, this hand is not over and it’s in the pocket anyway.
“You've still got 3 papayas -- call or fold.”
He drinks a bit of water.
“Well, you're in trouble now, Cool Hand.” This is the good nickname day, Jack thinks in a flash, before Sawyer continues as he lays the cards on the crate. “Pocket queens makes me the set.”
Sawyer chuckles softly, confident. Jack shows his pair of kings as if it’s only fair he got better cards.
“King's wired.”
He so owns him. Hurley approves.
“Whoa, dude.”
Kate laughs and Sawyer smirk freezes, before looking quite devastated. The fall is always harder when you think you are high. All the fruits are his, Jack has won, that’s clear. If he plays this right, he can get way more out of this game. He bluffs going away.
“But at least I'm not in your head. Well, I guess that's it.”
As predicted, Sawyer clearly doesn’t want things to end with a defeat, especially not him losing to Jack in front of Kate.
“What do you mean, "it"?”
“Sawyer, you're busted. I got it all. It wouldn't really be fair for you to go pick more mangos.”
“Oh, I've got a hell of lot more than mangos. You want to play real stakes, name 'em?”
Got him. Jack laughs.
“It's a pile of fruit, man.”
“And I want it back.”
Of course he does, that’s the whole point. Kate looks amused at their bickering.
“Should I go and get a ruler?”
Again Jack’s mind goes in the gutter, but he shakes it as Sawyer dismisses Hurley.
“Fun time's over, Mongo. Why don't you go hit the buffet?”
Sawyer’s being rude for no real reason there, but things would be way more interesting if Hurley just leaved them alone so Jack doesn’t say anything.
“But, I want to...”
Kate gets up and turns to the big guy.
“Come on, Hurley. Let's go leave these boys to their sandbox.”
Jack wonders if she’s frustrated that cards got their interest more than her right now. As Kate and Hurley walk away, Sawyer pushes it again.
“One more hand, Doc. What's it going to take?”
Sadly, asking for sexual favors might not be the greatest idea until he testes the waters some more. The guns cross his mind, but his everyday life would be a lot easier with the medicine.
“The medicine you stole from the armory, all of it.”
~~
To his credit, Sawyer played pretty straightforward up until now and he has to be put in a corner before he starts trying to cheat. Jack needs to stay focused, he’s so close to have it all back, and he doesn’t have that much to play with here.
“So, where'd you learn to play cards, Doc?”
Out of the way joints filled with smoke and skanky whores flashes before Jack’s eyes. He considers not telling anything, but the occasion is too good to pass. May his perfect image rest in peace.
“Phuket.”
It does surprise Sawyer.
“What the hell were you doing in Thailand?” He’s about to try something, Jack can feel it in his bones. He smiles and looks away for a second. “What, you don't think I know where Phuket is? Just because I dropped out in 9th grade don't make me an idiot.” Jack is not surprised at the revelation but he never took Sawyer for a dumb hick, that’s for sure. Wait… is he trying to deal from the bottom of the deck?
“Far East, huh? I wouldn't have taken you for a world traveler. That where you got the art on your shoulder?” Jack’s not telling him anything, keeping a little mystery is a better strategy to hold interest. But.. he did deal from the bottom of the deck!
“How about you deal again?”
Of course, Sawyer plays innocence.
“What?”
“This time from the top of the deck.”
Sawyer smiles, flashing the dimples in that maddening way of his.
“Well, I had to try.”
Those dimples, surely illegal in several countries, are way more distracting than the casual chitchat Sawyer just tried. And Jack would be real happy to have some mini-movie of that flirty smile playing over and over again, so he could watch and stare as hard and as long as he wishes.
~~
It’s time to end this. Jack has to get back to the hatch, he’s starting to feel guilty because this is fun and he’s not supposed to have fun while they have a prisoner that may or may not be innocent in their hands. He bets.
“10 mangos.“
Somehow along the way, Sawyer read tells of his own on Jack. They are well beyond playing for medicines now.
“Okay, I'll call you with a midnight skinny dipping session and raise you… with a blowjob.”
Jack’s stomach does a dive as he tries to keep a straight face and his dick under control. A pair of nines is all he got and it has to do. Sawyer surely has nothing, right? He hopes that he can still read him, and that his higher brain functions are still in order, even with his blood gone down south.
Still, as much as he’d like to stock up on promises he’s not even sure Sawyer intends to keep, he really has to end this. First he has to go jerk off somewhere real soon or he’s going to explode. And second, he has a feeling something is not right somewhere, probably in the vicinity of Henry Gale, may he be cursed.
“I'm all in.”
“Well, that's the move of a man who wants me to lay it down.”
Jack smiles at the image and yes, he’d like it very much. But he knows that in this card game right now, Sawyer wont. So time for a little mindfuck, at least.
“You're not going to lay it down.”
Sawyer looks at him quizzically.
“I'm not, huh? Why's that?”
Time for the kill. Just make those nines enough, Jack prays silently.
“Because there's a bunch of people watching us right now and you don't want them to see you lose. Again.”
The flash in Sawyer’s eyes tells him he just hit the bullseye.
“Well alright, I call. What you got?” Jack shows his cards, a little nervous none the less. He doesn’t want to lose all of the fruits and the medicine back to Sawyer, he wants to win fair and square those last promises. “Pair a nines? You pushed in with a pair of nines?! “
“You got me. Let's see 'em.”
Sawyer shows his cards, clearly pissed at the losing in front of everyone part of the deal. Jack almost sighs in relief when he sees that Sawyer only got a pair of fives. Jack can’t help himself, he has to rubs it in.
“Guess it was enough, huh?”
“Son-of-a-bitch.”
He really looks very pretty while pissed. Jack gets up, satisfied.
“I'll come get the meds and the blowjob later.”
A moment of shock shines in Sawyer’s eye before it morphs in something more feral. It sends shivers down Jack’s spine, as he understands he’ll get both meds and sexual favors after all. Close to dizzy with pent-up lust, Jack turns and starts for the jungle. Of course, Sawyer cannot leave it at that.
“Hey, when I asked you what you wanted for stakes -- why didn't you ask for the guns?”
Because Jack doesn’t want the guns, and never wanted to be responsible of them in the first place. Because he needs the meds more; without them he feels helpless. But he can’t say that, so Jack puts all the bravado he can muster in his words.
“When I need the guns, I'll get the guns.”
He just hopes he didn’t shoot his chance of a blowjob to hell with that.
The End.