Multiple Kinks Are a Thing of Beauty, or 2 Things Can be Accomplished in 1 Attempt if You're Careful
Title: Multiple Kinks Are a Thing of Beauty (or: Two Things Can Be Accomplished in One Attempt if You're Careful)
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer/Sayid
Rating: NC-17 for sex, sex and more sex
Word Count: 4370
Beta: Sadly unbeta'd as it wasn't expected to be this long; any mistakes found can be notified at the complaints office here
Disclaimer: I have never held any copyrights for the characters of Lost and no doubt, I never will. I make no money from my sick and depraved imagination.
Warnings: Kink, kink and further kink! Shibari and DP at the very least.
Summary: Three men and a bunch of PWP. Complete AU set any time, anywhere, away from the island.
Author's Notes: Written from a prompt I received from zelda_zee when I asked for ideas to write drabbles or comment fic. As you can see, this is somewhat longer than either of those two things... my muses took over and didn't want to stop. Apologies to anyone I owe other stories to first; this would not let me be until I finished. Special wishes to nomango who also expressed interest in Shibari.
"Shibari."
"Shi-what?"
"It's a form of rope play, Sawyer. It originated in Japan," Jack explained, taking a sip from his drink and replacing the glass on the table.
Sawyer wrinkled his brow and turned from Jack's steady look to Sayid's questioning brow. "You want me to do this… shibari… thing with you? And explain to me again why I have to be the one who gets tied up?"
"Because," Sayid said carefully, "The rope is going to look beautiful against your skin."
Sawyer huffed, raising an uneasy eyebrow in Jack's direction before gulping from his own glass. "Why doesn't that make me feel better? Okay, okay; if we're going to do this, let's do it in private, huh?" He gave the other inhabitants of the bar a swift once-over, but no one seemed to be paying them the slightest attention.
Swallowing the rest of his beer, Sawyer stood up, rolling his eyes at the pleased expression on Sayid's face and scowling at Jack as he downed the remaining whiskey in his glass before rising as well. Sayid glanced from Sawyer to Jack and back, ignoring the tonic left in front of him, and got to his own feet.
Tonic tasted like shit; no wonder he didn't bother to finish it, was all Sawyer could think. He'd rather not think about how he'd just agreed to be bound in ropes for the other two men's pleasure again.
The three of them made their way to the hotel elevator and waited silently in the lobby until it arrived. Once inside, Jack studied Sawyer's face and took a step towards him, but Sawyer waved him off with a hand. "It's okay. I wouldn't do it if I didn't trust you. Both of you," he added, flicking a look at Sayid, who leaned in one corner, watching him like he expected Sawyer to bolt as soon as the elevator doors reopened.
Sayid still didn't speak, but his smile grew at the affirmation. The elevator door slid open silently a few minutes later and the three of them headed down the hall, not speaking, nor touching either. Sayid produced the key card for the door with a flourish and opened it, stepping back and gesturing for Sawyer and Jack to precede him.
Inside, Jack loosened his tie and went towards the balcony window as Sawyer turned on the light and sought the fridge. "Another drink?" he asked Jack, knowing Sayid would abstain. He found a beer for himself and snorted at the brand. Fancy hotel like this; it figured they'd only have foreign brands. "Where the hell does 'Steinlager' come from?" he asked, not expecting an answer.
Jack had shaken his head to the drink, but he turned, a small smile in evidence as Sawyer spoke. "New Zealand. It's not bad."
Sawyer checked the bottle and frowned at Jack. "How in hell did you know that?"
"Does it matter?" Sayid asked from beside the bed. "Did you bring the supplies, Jack?" He had a long silken-looking rope of a golden hue in his hands and Sawyer's heart lurched, remembering what he'd just agreed to.
"Of course," Jack replied and moved to where his own suitcase lay at the other side of the bed.
Sawyer heard the zipper being pulled back and gulped. Fuck knew why he agreed to this shit in the first place. You'd think with everything between them on the damned island, the last thing he'd want back here in the real world was something that echoed of previous sins. Or perhaps he welcomed the punishment still.
He shook his head, pushing the thought away; he didn't need to analyse this any more. It just was; something they did on the rare occasions they got together. Sometimes he called the shots, sometimes one of the others did. Although… no, it didn't pay to think about how many times he'd been the one tied up.
"Sawyer?" Sayid's voice pulled him from his reverie, and Sawyer looked at the man, a question in his eyes as he undid the top from the beer bottle at last. "Why don't you get more comfortable? On the bed, if you like. Remove your clothes first though; it will be easier that way."
Taking a deep breath, Sawyer chugged the beer in one go and dropped the empty in the trashcan under the desk with a clang. For whom the bell tolls he thought, uncomfortably eyeing the rope sliding through Sayid's hands. He looked entirely too much like he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.
Sawyer took off his leather jacket and draped it across the nearest chair, then tugged his t-shirt over his head as he toed at his boots. Jack turned from his study of the night sky to watch him unbuckle his jeans and Sawyer felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. Why one of them was no longer enough, he wasn't sure, but inevitably things headed in a certain direction whenever they all got together. The look in Jack's eyes now made a flicker of need kindle low in his belly.
Jack smiled suddenly, sliding the loose tie away from his neck and unfastening a few more buttons on his shirt as his hazel eyes began to glow with the need Sawyer recognized easily. He offered Jack a smirk of his own, and slid the pants off his legs before moving fluidly towards the bed as instructed.
Sawyer knew they both liked his body; had caught each of them admiring it enough times. He appreciated both of theirs too, but he guessed his own was more to both of their tastes than each was to the other, despite how easily all three moved in harmony when they got it on.
He had an all-over tan; had maintained that since the island, and while Sayid's skin was fairly even all over too-more because of his heritage than due to the sun-Jack had one of those tan lines that made him grin. He liked it more than Jack could probably appreciate; the sight more at odds with his kinky behaviour than his supposedly restrained manner in public. Sawyer liked that contrast; the reflection of a personality more complex than some would suppose.
The thought made him relax and he shifted his gaze from Jack towards Sayid, though he knew Jack was removing the rest of his clothes too. Sayid, stunning as ever in a cobalt blue silk shirt and a perfectly tailored cream suit that made him appear other-worldly, was smiling inscrutably as his eyes ran over Sawyer's skin like a lover's hand.
"So, tell me, Mr. Miyagi teach you this along with the karate moves?"
Sayid laughed lightly, wrapping the rope softly around his hand several times. "You could say that. Would you like to know what I am going to do, Sawyer, or shall I just show you?"
Much as Sawyer liked hearing Sayid's sexy tones describing what he was doing, for a change he found himself saying, "Just do it."
"Jack, would you like to sit next to him? I may need your help."
Jack nodded and moved onto the bed, naked by now. Sawyer couldn't help the glance to his cock, half-hard against his thigh as he leaned back against the headboard by Sawyer. He turned to give Sawyer a reassuring look and Sawyer couldn't resist leaning towards him, cupping one rough cheek in his hand and licking soft lips until Jack opened his mouth. His tongue slid inside, seeking Jack's and tasting the flavour that always turned him on. Whether it was the whiskey-smooth and warm-or whatever he'd eaten earlier, Sawyer wasn't sure, but he couldn't stop the need rising. How a kiss could bring him up hard more easily than watching the man move across the room naked he wasn't sure, but it never failed.
A sound from Sayid reminded him they weren't alone and he drew away, his thumb rubbing Jack's lip for a moment before he let go. The flash of heat in Jack's eyes made him grin and he looked downward, pleased that Jack's body felt similar to his own about kissing. Jack's lips quirked upward too and they both turned toward Sayid at once.
"Are you quite done?" Sayid asked, humour dancing in his eyes. "Perhaps the ropes aren't needed after all?"
"There's nothing wrong with a kiss to start off, is there?" Sawyer asked, tossing the hair out of his eyes. "Wouldn't mind one from you too, if you can spare the time from making like a Boy Scout."
Sayid's laugh was low and throaty, and Sawyer grinned as he placed the rope on the bed and leaned towards him. Sawyer put a hand around Sayid's neck and drew him closer as he shared Jack's flavour with the man. Sayid made that little sound in the back of his throat that spiraled all the way to Sawyer's dick, and he deepened the kiss, dragging Sayid-still fully clothed-down onto the bed with him and Jack.
"Jack, you gotta have some," he offered breathlessly when he managed to pull away, and tugged at Jack's arm till he dipped his head to kiss Sayid too. "Fuck, that's hot."
Sawyer began unbuttoning Sayid's shirt, but Sayid finally extracted himself from Jack's embrace and tutted, climbing off the bed and picking up his rope again. "Time enough for me to get naked in a while," he told them, though Sawyer could already see how hard he was.
"You're the boss," Sawyer agreed, shifting to lay a hand on Jack's thigh, though he itched to do more than that.
"I would like you on your knees, please." Sayid said, and Sawyer huffed. How was that different to any other thing they did?
He said nothing though, moving onto hands and knees facing the headboard.
"Move upright. Hands behind your back, please." Sayid was impeccably polite as ever, his voice delicious against Sawyer's eardrums. Perhaps he should get him to explain what he was doing after all.
Jack smiled into his eyes as Sawyer moved into place, and then Sayid was behind him, twisting the soft rope against his skin smoothly and quickly. "There are few knots when it's done correctly," Sayid whispered into his ear, "And I don't think they give out badges for this in the Scouts."
Sawyer's laugh was soft but he could feel how Sayid reacted as he wrapped the rope around Sawyer's left wrist; his fingers fluttering coolly against Sawyer's pulse. He twisted the rope more, shifting across the bed and binding Sawyer's right wrist against his skin in an asymmetrical pattern. It felt tight, but not uncomfortable, and Sawyer looked back over his shoulder, seeking Sayid's eyes for reassurance.
"It is exactly as we'd hoped Jack; don't you think?" Sayid guided Sawyer to move, flicking his pleased smile from Sawyer's eyes to meet Jack's. "His skin tone is offset wonderfully by this hemp. I knew it as soon as I saw it."
The rope continued to move over his skin and Sawyer decided the comfort of Sayid's sure hands and the touch of the rope was like a kind of religious experience. Sayid spoke almost reverently as he admired his handiwork, and Sawyer wished he could see it the way Sayid did.
An indrawn breath made him look towards Jack. The nod of understanding Jack gave to Sayid made him want to see himself properly, and he opened his mouth to ask about a mirror as Sayid stepped backwards to study his body from another angle. His cock and balls were surrounded by the silkiness of the soft hemp-he could feel it cupping his flesh, though his hard dick stood out from the bindings easily-and heat flew there as Sayid and Jack's eyes studied the lines over the area.
Sayid's hands went to his clothes then, and within seconds his lightly flushed body with its eager cock standing out from his body was exposed to Sawyer's waiting eyes. "Can I see me too?" Sawyer asked, stunned by the way Jack and Sayid moved around to look at him. It was like he was being caressed by thousands of soft hands, and yet it was only their eyes. What would happen if they actually touched him?
"Oh God…" Jack breathed. "He's beautiful. You did a gorgeous job, Sayid."
"Thank you," Sayid acknowledged, though he didn't look at Jack. Neither seemed able to take their eyes off Sawyer, and he felt a glow of pride that they found him so alluring like this.
"Photographs," Sayid finally said, moving towards his bag and digging through until he located a camera, though he kept glancing up at Sawyer as if he couldn't believe he was keeping still. "We must take some pictures."
"Hey…" Sawyer tried, but he couldn't see the extent of what Sayid had done and although he was reluctant to have any record of himself in a compromising position, his need to appreciate its beauty and his belief that this would never be considered sick overcame his hesitation.
Sayid moved again, clicking several shots, adjusting the rope in one place against his back before taking more photos. Finally, he put the camera down and nodded to Jack. "The mirror."
Between them, they carefully shifted the large mirror from the wall Sawyer couldn't see and brought it around to allow him to gaze at last upon the intricate pattern that was his own body, the golden rope turning it into a breathing sculpture.
His heart stuttered and then began pounding hard inside his chest. Sawyer had never been unafraid of his own attraction-had always known people were drawn to his features if not always his personality-but this simply stunned him to silence. Sayid had turned him into something like a human carving; the rope framing his muscles in exquisite detail. He knew he was bound-he felt the tightening of inaction in several places-but it didn't hurt or restrict him unduly, and the patterns of light that shone in his skin, dampened with sweat as it was, were simply more beautiful than anything he could ever remember seeing.
"Take it away," he growled after a few silent minutes, a kind of awe making his eyes prick with heat. "Can we have sex like this?"
Sayid nodded to Jack, and they shifted the mirror back to where it had been before turning towards each other and exchanging a brief kiss.
Sayid's voice seemed shaky when he finally addressed Sawyer's question. "It would be easier if we removed the ropes, but… it is possible if you wish it. I don't want you to strain anything though, and…" Sayid stopped, swallowing hard.
"It might spoil it. Okay, I get it." Sawyer nodded too and waited while Sayid moved forward to undo the bindings.
Both he and Jack were on the bed while he did so, and Sawyer allowed them to manhandle him, a shakiness in his limbs making him weak. He was sure it wasn't the bindings themselves that had made him feel like this, but he didn't want to think about the psychological aspects right now. Tugging at Jack with one hand, he drew him down to kiss deeply. Sayid was at his other side, and once he released Jack, the others kissed briefly over his body before Sayid leaned in to offer his lips to Sawyer.
The kiss was sweet and tender; almost awestruck in a strange sort of way, but it made Sawyer need more than just his mouth. He moaned as Jack shifted downwards on the bed and straddled his legs.
Jack sat there, smiling at him, admiring him in a way that he thought must still have something to do with the way he'd looked bound up in the silken rope. Sayid slid sideways on the bed, seeking lube from the night stand where Jack had placed it and handing it back to him.
"What would you prefer, Sawyer?" Sayid asked. "It's your night. You have given us much by agreeing to be bound; it was incredible to see you like that."
Jack nodded, playing with the tube of lube as he continued to gaze adoringly at Sawyer.
"Anything?" Sawyer asked, his heart beginning to thud in anticipation.
"Anything," Sayid confirmed.
Would they agree? Sawyer opened his mouth to speak, hesitating before asking, "Both of you at once?"
Jack blinked and exchanged a look with Sayid before turning back to Sawyer. "Do you mean that the way it sounds?"
Sawyer nodded, his throat going dry at the thought. Sayid smiled, his eyes half-closing as he moved nearer. "I think we may need to rearrange our positions, if you are serious. Can you sit up? Jack, come here?"
Jack moved off Sawyer's legs as Sawyer shifted his body with difficulty. "Are you sure about this, Sawyer?" Jack asked, his face turning serious.
"I have done it before," Sawyer murmured to Sayid, who was behind him now. He wasn't sure Jack was ready for that little gem, but Sayid would understand that he meant it, and wouldn't hesitate to agree if he knew.
Sayid's hands smoothed his shoulders and he kissed the back of Sawyer's neck. A shiver ran through him, but the action was reassuring. "He wants it, Jack. If we are careful and prepare him well, it will be all right. Perhaps you should be underneath though?"
Jack narrowed his eyes, like the logistics had completely escaped him. "Is that… uh… okay. How do we do this?"
Sawyer smiled, his dimples showing as he leaned forward to kiss Jack encouragingly. "You lie here on the bed. I'll get on top of you, we'll get you inside me… and Sayid will kneel behind both of us. Don't worry, Doc, it is possible, believe me. It's amazing when it's done right… so I've heard." He flicked a look at Sayid, warning him not to say anything.
"Okay," Jack agreed, though he still didn't look sure.
"Lie down, Jack," Sayid directed, taking the lube from him.
Darting glances between both of them, Jack lay on the bed, and waited for Sawyer to straddle him. He can't have been too against the idea, as his cock hadn't softened any. Leaning down over Jack, Sawyer instigated another deep kiss to take his mind off things. Behind him he could hear Sayid flicking the lube open. In moments, his damp fingers began circling Sawyer's asshole, making him moan into Jack's mouth, his cock pulsing against Jack's under him.
Sayid slid a slim finger into him, circling and pulsing it in and out several times before adding another, and then a third. A few more thrust like that, and then he felt the stretch of all four of Sayid's fingers, groaning as he closed his eyes to the burn.
As Sayid continued moving his hand, the rhythm was almost enough as Sawyer was so turned on already, but he didn't want to come until they were all joined. He undulated over Jack, still kissing, as Jack's hands smoothed over whatever parts of Sawyer he could reach.
Abruptly, Sayid removed his fingers. "Sit up now, Sawyer?"
Sawyer licked at Jack's lips one more time before obeying. Jack tried following him upward, seeking his lips like he could get Sawyer to change his mind by doing so.
"Down, boy," Sawyer smirked, using a hand to press Jack back to the mattress.
Jack gasped, and Sawyer looked over his shoulder to see Sayid's hand working lube over Jack's erection. "Oh yeah, that's nice," he grinned, meeting Sayid's lust-filled eyes. "Feels good, huh, Jack?"
"Yeah…" Jack breathed, and then Sawyer lowered himself as Sayid guided the tip of Jack's cock to Sawyer's pucker. Once it had breached the entrance, he took over, shifting over Jack until he could sink down onto it. "God!" was all Jack managed.
"Beautiful," Sayid commented, his fingers nudging the place where Jack's cock disappeared inside Sawyer's body.
The action of Sayid's fingers reminded Sawyer of how incredible it had felt the time he'd done this before; he'd been younger then and probably more supple, but it had filled him in a way that he'd seldom repeated. He remembered the mark he'd done it with: a handsome young lawyer he'd actually felt more fondness for than seemed right, and a young neighbour who Sawyer had fucked in the pool after a party some weeks before. His mark had caught the two of them and insisted there had to be some retribution for their rudeness. The lawyer had come up with this kinky suggestion as reparation, disconcerting Sawyer at first. He'd warmed to the idea though-never one to shy away from a challenge-and in fact enjoyed it more than he'd ever expected to.
Sawyer curved his body down over Jack, fingers seeking his own cock as he reclaimed Jack's lips, and groaned as Sayid managed to slide a finger inside him next to Jack's cock. Jack whimpered, sending a spiral of need through Sawyer's body. His asshole felt stretched and tight as Sayid moved his hand, working in another finger, and the burn made him grit his teeth, but he took a deep breath, trying not to tense up. It gets better, he reminded himself.
Under him, Jack looked surprised, his lips moving but no sound coming out. Then Sayid was shifting again, the heat of him warming Sawyer's buttocks as his fingers slid out.
"Are you okay, Jack?" Sayid asked. "Sawyer… if you're ready?"
Sawyer lifted his brows in query, waiting until Jack nodded, then turned his head to let Sayid know he could go ahead.
Sayid's smile was comforting, and despite his thumping heart, Sawyer was sure this could only be good with these two; men he trusted even more than he had the previous ones he'd done it with.
Sayid's warm fingers were back near his hole, and then Sayid's even hotter dick was pushing into him. Sawyer took deep breaths, willing himself to remain calm as he kissed and licked at Jack's mouth. Jack, gasping in between kisses as Sayid sank deeper inside, clutched at him, his fingers digging into Sawyer's muscles. He'd have bruises later-that was obvious-but right now he didn't care.
Finally, after much heavy breathing and several stops and starts, Sayid spoke, his low voice heavy with need. "That's as far as I can go, I think."
There was silence again, apart from the sound of all three panting for air, and then Sawyer took another deeper breath, and met Jack's eyes. "One of us should move, don't cha think?"
All three of them laughed at this, a vague hysterical edge to it, but it broke the spell, and then all of them were moving; gently, slowly, an undulation of sorts and it felt exquisite to Sawyer; pain and pleasure and the friction of two cocks against each other inside him making parts of him buzz with sensations he only partly remembered.
"Oh, God…" Jack let out, and Sayid grunted behind Sawyer, hands sliding up his back to grip at his shoulders as their skin met.
Sawyer held himself and Sayid up off Jack with hands on the bed, worried their combined weight would crush him while they bounced over his body this way.
Sparks of pleasure shot through Sawyer as Sayid sped up, his cock finding enough friction against Jack's belly for him to feel the orgasm building inside him rapidly, and his vision beginning to blur. Letting out a wordless cry, Sawyer rocked between the two of them, senses overloaded as his climax hit.
"Fuck…" Jack jerked harshly below, and Sayid's hot breath against Sawyer's neck made him shiver, his channel hot and wet and full to overflowing with satisfying spasms as he struggled to find enough air for his over-exerted lungs.
They hung where they were for a few moments, Sawyer's arms shaky with the effort of holding both himself and Sayid away from Jack, and then Sayid drew back, his cock popping out of Sawyer wetly and drawing Jack's with it. Sawyer felt a flood of come run down his thigh as Sayid struggled off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. Sawyer, unable to do more, simply collapsed down onto Jack, his lips against Jack's sweaty neck. The thump of his own heart echoed back from Jack's chest, and he felt consciousness slipping away.
It can't have been much later when he came to, Sayid wiping between his and Jack's legs, and muttering about 'lazy bastards who didn't deserve such kindnesses'. Sawyer lifted his head with difficulty, grinning lop-sidedly at Jack's equally amused face before rolling off the man.
"You had the easiest job, Chief," he laughed, gesturing for Sayid to give him the cloth he was using.
Sayid narrowed his eyes, but there was no malice in his expression as he tossed the damp cloth at Sawyer. He caught if deftly and wiped at his own belly before leaning over to do the same for Jack.
"I dunno, Sawyer," Jack offered, his smile growing, "I didn't have to do much other than lie there. Think Sayid might have had the most work in the end."
Sawyer laughed again, dropping the cloth over the side of the bed and moving away to allow Sayid room in between him and Jack on the big bed. "And what? I did nothing, apart from hold him up off your lazy ass?"
Sayid had a warm smile on his face as he leaned over to kiss first Sawyer and then Jack. "Let us just call this a very successful gathering, shall we not?"
"You got that right," Sawyer drawled, dragging the bedding up over all of them and shifting closer to the others. "First I get tied up and photographed, then I get two of the biggest assholes I know to fuck me senseless. You guys sure know how to have a good time."
"Next time, Sawyer," Jack muttered, sounding close to sleep from his position on the other side of Sayid, "We'll bring the cavalry to save you."
"Fuck the cavalry!" Sawyer managed, stifling a yawn.
Sayid snorted. "Oh, I'm entirely sure you're capable of it."
~//~//~
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Pairing: Jack/Sawyer/Sayid
Rating: NC-17 for sex, sex and more sex
Word Count: 4370
Beta: Sadly unbeta'd as it wasn't expected to be this long; any mistakes found can be notified at the complaints office here
Disclaimer: I have never held any copyrights for the characters of Lost and no doubt, I never will. I make no money from my sick and depraved imagination.
Warnings: Kink, kink and further kink! Shibari and DP at the very least.
Summary: Three men and a bunch of PWP. Complete AU set any time, anywhere, away from the island.
Author's Notes: Written from a prompt I received from zelda_zee when I asked for ideas to write drabbles or comment fic. As you can see, this is somewhat longer than either of those two things... my muses took over and didn't want to stop. Apologies to anyone I owe other stories to first; this would not let me be until I finished. Special wishes to nomango who also expressed interest in Shibari.
"Shibari."
"Shi-what?"
"It's a form of rope play, Sawyer. It originated in Japan," Jack explained, taking a sip from his drink and replacing the glass on the table.
Sawyer wrinkled his brow and turned from Jack's steady look to Sayid's questioning brow. "You want me to do this… shibari… thing with you? And explain to me again why I have to be the one who gets tied up?"
"Because," Sayid said carefully, "The rope is going to look beautiful against your skin."
Sawyer huffed, raising an uneasy eyebrow in Jack's direction before gulping from his own glass. "Why doesn't that make me feel better? Okay, okay; if we're going to do this, let's do it in private, huh?" He gave the other inhabitants of the bar a swift once-over, but no one seemed to be paying them the slightest attention.
Swallowing the rest of his beer, Sawyer stood up, rolling his eyes at the pleased expression on Sayid's face and scowling at Jack as he downed the remaining whiskey in his glass before rising as well. Sayid glanced from Sawyer to Jack and back, ignoring the tonic left in front of him, and got to his own feet.
Tonic tasted like shit; no wonder he didn't bother to finish it, was all Sawyer could think. He'd rather not think about how he'd just agreed to be bound in ropes for the other two men's pleasure again.
The three of them made their way to the hotel elevator and waited silently in the lobby until it arrived. Once inside, Jack studied Sawyer's face and took a step towards him, but Sawyer waved him off with a hand. "It's okay. I wouldn't do it if I didn't trust you. Both of you," he added, flicking a look at Sayid, who leaned in one corner, watching him like he expected Sawyer to bolt as soon as the elevator doors reopened.
Sayid still didn't speak, but his smile grew at the affirmation. The elevator door slid open silently a few minutes later and the three of them headed down the hall, not speaking, nor touching either. Sayid produced the key card for the door with a flourish and opened it, stepping back and gesturing for Sawyer and Jack to precede him.
Inside, Jack loosened his tie and went towards the balcony window as Sawyer turned on the light and sought the fridge. "Another drink?" he asked Jack, knowing Sayid would abstain. He found a beer for himself and snorted at the brand. Fancy hotel like this; it figured they'd only have foreign brands. "Where the hell does 'Steinlager' come from?" he asked, not expecting an answer.
Jack had shaken his head to the drink, but he turned, a small smile in evidence as Sawyer spoke. "New Zealand. It's not bad."
Sawyer checked the bottle and frowned at Jack. "How in hell did you know that?"
"Does it matter?" Sayid asked from beside the bed. "Did you bring the supplies, Jack?" He had a long silken-looking rope of a golden hue in his hands and Sawyer's heart lurched, remembering what he'd just agreed to.
"Of course," Jack replied and moved to where his own suitcase lay at the other side of the bed.
Sawyer heard the zipper being pulled back and gulped. Fuck knew why he agreed to this shit in the first place. You'd think with everything between them on the damned island, the last thing he'd want back here in the real world was something that echoed of previous sins. Or perhaps he welcomed the punishment still.
He shook his head, pushing the thought away; he didn't need to analyse this any more. It just was; something they did on the rare occasions they got together. Sometimes he called the shots, sometimes one of the others did. Although… no, it didn't pay to think about how many times he'd been the one tied up.
"Sawyer?" Sayid's voice pulled him from his reverie, and Sawyer looked at the man, a question in his eyes as he undid the top from the beer bottle at last. "Why don't you get more comfortable? On the bed, if you like. Remove your clothes first though; it will be easier that way."
Taking a deep breath, Sawyer chugged the beer in one go and dropped the empty in the trashcan under the desk with a clang. For whom the bell tolls he thought, uncomfortably eyeing the rope sliding through Sayid's hands. He looked entirely too much like he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.
Sawyer took off his leather jacket and draped it across the nearest chair, then tugged his t-shirt over his head as he toed at his boots. Jack turned from his study of the night sky to watch him unbuckle his jeans and Sawyer felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. Why one of them was no longer enough, he wasn't sure, but inevitably things headed in a certain direction whenever they all got together. The look in Jack's eyes now made a flicker of need kindle low in his belly.
Jack smiled suddenly, sliding the loose tie away from his neck and unfastening a few more buttons on his shirt as his hazel eyes began to glow with the need Sawyer recognized easily. He offered Jack a smirk of his own, and slid the pants off his legs before moving fluidly towards the bed as instructed.
Sawyer knew they both liked his body; had caught each of them admiring it enough times. He appreciated both of theirs too, but he guessed his own was more to both of their tastes than each was to the other, despite how easily all three moved in harmony when they got it on.
He had an all-over tan; had maintained that since the island, and while Sayid's skin was fairly even all over too-more because of his heritage than due to the sun-Jack had one of those tan lines that made him grin. He liked it more than Jack could probably appreciate; the sight more at odds with his kinky behaviour than his supposedly restrained manner in public. Sawyer liked that contrast; the reflection of a personality more complex than some would suppose.
The thought made him relax and he shifted his gaze from Jack towards Sayid, though he knew Jack was removing the rest of his clothes too. Sayid, stunning as ever in a cobalt blue silk shirt and a perfectly tailored cream suit that made him appear other-worldly, was smiling inscrutably as his eyes ran over Sawyer's skin like a lover's hand.
"So, tell me, Mr. Miyagi teach you this along with the karate moves?"
Sayid laughed lightly, wrapping the rope softly around his hand several times. "You could say that. Would you like to know what I am going to do, Sawyer, or shall I just show you?"
Much as Sawyer liked hearing Sayid's sexy tones describing what he was doing, for a change he found himself saying, "Just do it."
"Jack, would you like to sit next to him? I may need your help."
Jack nodded and moved onto the bed, naked by now. Sawyer couldn't help the glance to his cock, half-hard against his thigh as he leaned back against the headboard by Sawyer. He turned to give Sawyer a reassuring look and Sawyer couldn't resist leaning towards him, cupping one rough cheek in his hand and licking soft lips until Jack opened his mouth. His tongue slid inside, seeking Jack's and tasting the flavour that always turned him on. Whether it was the whiskey-smooth and warm-or whatever he'd eaten earlier, Sawyer wasn't sure, but he couldn't stop the need rising. How a kiss could bring him up hard more easily than watching the man move across the room naked he wasn't sure, but it never failed.
A sound from Sayid reminded him they weren't alone and he drew away, his thumb rubbing Jack's lip for a moment before he let go. The flash of heat in Jack's eyes made him grin and he looked downward, pleased that Jack's body felt similar to his own about kissing. Jack's lips quirked upward too and they both turned toward Sayid at once.
"Are you quite done?" Sayid asked, humour dancing in his eyes. "Perhaps the ropes aren't needed after all?"
"There's nothing wrong with a kiss to start off, is there?" Sawyer asked, tossing the hair out of his eyes. "Wouldn't mind one from you too, if you can spare the time from making like a Boy Scout."
Sayid's laugh was low and throaty, and Sawyer grinned as he placed the rope on the bed and leaned towards him. Sawyer put a hand around Sayid's neck and drew him closer as he shared Jack's flavour with the man. Sayid made that little sound in the back of his throat that spiraled all the way to Sawyer's dick, and he deepened the kiss, dragging Sayid-still fully clothed-down onto the bed with him and Jack.
"Jack, you gotta have some," he offered breathlessly when he managed to pull away, and tugged at Jack's arm till he dipped his head to kiss Sayid too. "Fuck, that's hot."
Sawyer began unbuttoning Sayid's shirt, but Sayid finally extracted himself from Jack's embrace and tutted, climbing off the bed and picking up his rope again. "Time enough for me to get naked in a while," he told them, though Sawyer could already see how hard he was.
"You're the boss," Sawyer agreed, shifting to lay a hand on Jack's thigh, though he itched to do more than that.
"I would like you on your knees, please." Sayid said, and Sawyer huffed. How was that different to any other thing they did?
He said nothing though, moving onto hands and knees facing the headboard.
"Move upright. Hands behind your back, please." Sayid was impeccably polite as ever, his voice delicious against Sawyer's eardrums. Perhaps he should get him to explain what he was doing after all.
Jack smiled into his eyes as Sawyer moved into place, and then Sayid was behind him, twisting the soft rope against his skin smoothly and quickly. "There are few knots when it's done correctly," Sayid whispered into his ear, "And I don't think they give out badges for this in the Scouts."
Sawyer's laugh was soft but he could feel how Sayid reacted as he wrapped the rope around Sawyer's left wrist; his fingers fluttering coolly against Sawyer's pulse. He twisted the rope more, shifting across the bed and binding Sawyer's right wrist against his skin in an asymmetrical pattern. It felt tight, but not uncomfortable, and Sawyer looked back over his shoulder, seeking Sayid's eyes for reassurance.
"It is exactly as we'd hoped Jack; don't you think?" Sayid guided Sawyer to move, flicking his pleased smile from Sawyer's eyes to meet Jack's. "His skin tone is offset wonderfully by this hemp. I knew it as soon as I saw it."
The rope continued to move over his skin and Sawyer decided the comfort of Sayid's sure hands and the touch of the rope was like a kind of religious experience. Sayid spoke almost reverently as he admired his handiwork, and Sawyer wished he could see it the way Sayid did.
An indrawn breath made him look towards Jack. The nod of understanding Jack gave to Sayid made him want to see himself properly, and he opened his mouth to ask about a mirror as Sayid stepped backwards to study his body from another angle. His cock and balls were surrounded by the silkiness of the soft hemp-he could feel it cupping his flesh, though his hard dick stood out from the bindings easily-and heat flew there as Sayid and Jack's eyes studied the lines over the area.
Sayid's hands went to his clothes then, and within seconds his lightly flushed body with its eager cock standing out from his body was exposed to Sawyer's waiting eyes. "Can I see me too?" Sawyer asked, stunned by the way Jack and Sayid moved around to look at him. It was like he was being caressed by thousands of soft hands, and yet it was only their eyes. What would happen if they actually touched him?
"Oh God…" Jack breathed. "He's beautiful. You did a gorgeous job, Sayid."
"Thank you," Sayid acknowledged, though he didn't look at Jack. Neither seemed able to take their eyes off Sawyer, and he felt a glow of pride that they found him so alluring like this.
"Photographs," Sayid finally said, moving towards his bag and digging through until he located a camera, though he kept glancing up at Sawyer as if he couldn't believe he was keeping still. "We must take some pictures."
"Hey…" Sawyer tried, but he couldn't see the extent of what Sayid had done and although he was reluctant to have any record of himself in a compromising position, his need to appreciate its beauty and his belief that this would never be considered sick overcame his hesitation.
Sayid moved again, clicking several shots, adjusting the rope in one place against his back before taking more photos. Finally, he put the camera down and nodded to Jack. "The mirror."
Between them, they carefully shifted the large mirror from the wall Sawyer couldn't see and brought it around to allow him to gaze at last upon the intricate pattern that was his own body, the golden rope turning it into a breathing sculpture.
His heart stuttered and then began pounding hard inside his chest. Sawyer had never been unafraid of his own attraction-had always known people were drawn to his features if not always his personality-but this simply stunned him to silence. Sayid had turned him into something like a human carving; the rope framing his muscles in exquisite detail. He knew he was bound-he felt the tightening of inaction in several places-but it didn't hurt or restrict him unduly, and the patterns of light that shone in his skin, dampened with sweat as it was, were simply more beautiful than anything he could ever remember seeing.
"Take it away," he growled after a few silent minutes, a kind of awe making his eyes prick with heat. "Can we have sex like this?"
Sayid nodded to Jack, and they shifted the mirror back to where it had been before turning towards each other and exchanging a brief kiss.
Sayid's voice seemed shaky when he finally addressed Sawyer's question. "It would be easier if we removed the ropes, but… it is possible if you wish it. I don't want you to strain anything though, and…" Sayid stopped, swallowing hard.
"It might spoil it. Okay, I get it." Sawyer nodded too and waited while Sayid moved forward to undo the bindings.
Both he and Jack were on the bed while he did so, and Sawyer allowed them to manhandle him, a shakiness in his limbs making him weak. He was sure it wasn't the bindings themselves that had made him feel like this, but he didn't want to think about the psychological aspects right now. Tugging at Jack with one hand, he drew him down to kiss deeply. Sayid was at his other side, and once he released Jack, the others kissed briefly over his body before Sayid leaned in to offer his lips to Sawyer.
The kiss was sweet and tender; almost awestruck in a strange sort of way, but it made Sawyer need more than just his mouth. He moaned as Jack shifted downwards on the bed and straddled his legs.
Jack sat there, smiling at him, admiring him in a way that he thought must still have something to do with the way he'd looked bound up in the silken rope. Sayid slid sideways on the bed, seeking lube from the night stand where Jack had placed it and handing it back to him.
"What would you prefer, Sawyer?" Sayid asked. "It's your night. You have given us much by agreeing to be bound; it was incredible to see you like that."
Jack nodded, playing with the tube of lube as he continued to gaze adoringly at Sawyer.
"Anything?" Sawyer asked, his heart beginning to thud in anticipation.
"Anything," Sayid confirmed.
Would they agree? Sawyer opened his mouth to speak, hesitating before asking, "Both of you at once?"
Jack blinked and exchanged a look with Sayid before turning back to Sawyer. "Do you mean that the way it sounds?"
Sawyer nodded, his throat going dry at the thought. Sayid smiled, his eyes half-closing as he moved nearer. "I think we may need to rearrange our positions, if you are serious. Can you sit up? Jack, come here?"
Jack moved off Sawyer's legs as Sawyer shifted his body with difficulty. "Are you sure about this, Sawyer?" Jack asked, his face turning serious.
"I have done it before," Sawyer murmured to Sayid, who was behind him now. He wasn't sure Jack was ready for that little gem, but Sayid would understand that he meant it, and wouldn't hesitate to agree if he knew.
Sayid's hands smoothed his shoulders and he kissed the back of Sawyer's neck. A shiver ran through him, but the action was reassuring. "He wants it, Jack. If we are careful and prepare him well, it will be all right. Perhaps you should be underneath though?"
Jack narrowed his eyes, like the logistics had completely escaped him. "Is that… uh… okay. How do we do this?"
Sawyer smiled, his dimples showing as he leaned forward to kiss Jack encouragingly. "You lie here on the bed. I'll get on top of you, we'll get you inside me… and Sayid will kneel behind both of us. Don't worry, Doc, it is possible, believe me. It's amazing when it's done right… so I've heard." He flicked a look at Sayid, warning him not to say anything.
"Okay," Jack agreed, though he still didn't look sure.
"Lie down, Jack," Sayid directed, taking the lube from him.
Darting glances between both of them, Jack lay on the bed, and waited for Sawyer to straddle him. He can't have been too against the idea, as his cock hadn't softened any. Leaning down over Jack, Sawyer instigated another deep kiss to take his mind off things. Behind him he could hear Sayid flicking the lube open. In moments, his damp fingers began circling Sawyer's asshole, making him moan into Jack's mouth, his cock pulsing against Jack's under him.
Sayid slid a slim finger into him, circling and pulsing it in and out several times before adding another, and then a third. A few more thrust like that, and then he felt the stretch of all four of Sayid's fingers, groaning as he closed his eyes to the burn.
As Sayid continued moving his hand, the rhythm was almost enough as Sawyer was so turned on already, but he didn't want to come until they were all joined. He undulated over Jack, still kissing, as Jack's hands smoothed over whatever parts of Sawyer he could reach.
Abruptly, Sayid removed his fingers. "Sit up now, Sawyer?"
Sawyer licked at Jack's lips one more time before obeying. Jack tried following him upward, seeking his lips like he could get Sawyer to change his mind by doing so.
"Down, boy," Sawyer smirked, using a hand to press Jack back to the mattress.
Jack gasped, and Sawyer looked over his shoulder to see Sayid's hand working lube over Jack's erection. "Oh yeah, that's nice," he grinned, meeting Sayid's lust-filled eyes. "Feels good, huh, Jack?"
"Yeah…" Jack breathed, and then Sawyer lowered himself as Sayid guided the tip of Jack's cock to Sawyer's pucker. Once it had breached the entrance, he took over, shifting over Jack until he could sink down onto it. "God!" was all Jack managed.
"Beautiful," Sayid commented, his fingers nudging the place where Jack's cock disappeared inside Sawyer's body.
The action of Sayid's fingers reminded Sawyer of how incredible it had felt the time he'd done this before; he'd been younger then and probably more supple, but it had filled him in a way that he'd seldom repeated. He remembered the mark he'd done it with: a handsome young lawyer he'd actually felt more fondness for than seemed right, and a young neighbour who Sawyer had fucked in the pool after a party some weeks before. His mark had caught the two of them and insisted there had to be some retribution for their rudeness. The lawyer had come up with this kinky suggestion as reparation, disconcerting Sawyer at first. He'd warmed to the idea though-never one to shy away from a challenge-and in fact enjoyed it more than he'd ever expected to.
Sawyer curved his body down over Jack, fingers seeking his own cock as he reclaimed Jack's lips, and groaned as Sayid managed to slide a finger inside him next to Jack's cock. Jack whimpered, sending a spiral of need through Sawyer's body. His asshole felt stretched and tight as Sayid moved his hand, working in another finger, and the burn made him grit his teeth, but he took a deep breath, trying not to tense up. It gets better, he reminded himself.
Under him, Jack looked surprised, his lips moving but no sound coming out. Then Sayid was shifting again, the heat of him warming Sawyer's buttocks as his fingers slid out.
"Are you okay, Jack?" Sayid asked. "Sawyer… if you're ready?"
Sawyer lifted his brows in query, waiting until Jack nodded, then turned his head to let Sayid know he could go ahead.
Sayid's smile was comforting, and despite his thumping heart, Sawyer was sure this could only be good with these two; men he trusted even more than he had the previous ones he'd done it with.
Sayid's warm fingers were back near his hole, and then Sayid's even hotter dick was pushing into him. Sawyer took deep breaths, willing himself to remain calm as he kissed and licked at Jack's mouth. Jack, gasping in between kisses as Sayid sank deeper inside, clutched at him, his fingers digging into Sawyer's muscles. He'd have bruises later-that was obvious-but right now he didn't care.
Finally, after much heavy breathing and several stops and starts, Sayid spoke, his low voice heavy with need. "That's as far as I can go, I think."
There was silence again, apart from the sound of all three panting for air, and then Sawyer took another deeper breath, and met Jack's eyes. "One of us should move, don't cha think?"
All three of them laughed at this, a vague hysterical edge to it, but it broke the spell, and then all of them were moving; gently, slowly, an undulation of sorts and it felt exquisite to Sawyer; pain and pleasure and the friction of two cocks against each other inside him making parts of him buzz with sensations he only partly remembered.
"Oh, God…" Jack let out, and Sayid grunted behind Sawyer, hands sliding up his back to grip at his shoulders as their skin met.
Sawyer held himself and Sayid up off Jack with hands on the bed, worried their combined weight would crush him while they bounced over his body this way.
Sparks of pleasure shot through Sawyer as Sayid sped up, his cock finding enough friction against Jack's belly for him to feel the orgasm building inside him rapidly, and his vision beginning to blur. Letting out a wordless cry, Sawyer rocked between the two of them, senses overloaded as his climax hit.
"Fuck…" Jack jerked harshly below, and Sayid's hot breath against Sawyer's neck made him shiver, his channel hot and wet and full to overflowing with satisfying spasms as he struggled to find enough air for his over-exerted lungs.
They hung where they were for a few moments, Sawyer's arms shaky with the effort of holding both himself and Sayid away from Jack, and then Sayid drew back, his cock popping out of Sawyer wetly and drawing Jack's with it. Sawyer felt a flood of come run down his thigh as Sayid struggled off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. Sawyer, unable to do more, simply collapsed down onto Jack, his lips against Jack's sweaty neck. The thump of his own heart echoed back from Jack's chest, and he felt consciousness slipping away.
It can't have been much later when he came to, Sayid wiping between his and Jack's legs, and muttering about 'lazy bastards who didn't deserve such kindnesses'. Sawyer lifted his head with difficulty, grinning lop-sidedly at Jack's equally amused face before rolling off the man.
"You had the easiest job, Chief," he laughed, gesturing for Sayid to give him the cloth he was using.
Sayid narrowed his eyes, but there was no malice in his expression as he tossed the damp cloth at Sawyer. He caught if deftly and wiped at his own belly before leaning over to do the same for Jack.
"I dunno, Sawyer," Jack offered, his smile growing, "I didn't have to do much other than lie there. Think Sayid might have had the most work in the end."
Sawyer laughed again, dropping the cloth over the side of the bed and moving away to allow Sayid room in between him and Jack on the big bed. "And what? I did nothing, apart from hold him up off your lazy ass?"
Sayid had a warm smile on his face as he leaned over to kiss first Sawyer and then Jack. "Let us just call this a very successful gathering, shall we not?"
"You got that right," Sawyer drawled, dragging the bedding up over all of them and shifting closer to the others. "First I get tied up and photographed, then I get two of the biggest assholes I know to fuck me senseless. You guys sure know how to have a good time."
"Next time, Sawyer," Jack muttered, sounding close to sleep from his position on the other side of Sayid, "We'll bring the cavalry to save you."
"Fuck the cavalry!" Sawyer managed, stifling a yawn.
Sayid snorted. "Oh, I'm entirely sure you're capable of it."
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