{ The Darkest Of Nights Are The Best For Lovers; Jack/Boone }
Title; The Darkest Of Nights Are The Best For Lovers
Pairing; Jack/Boone
Rating; R
Words; 936
Disclaimer; I do not own them, I just like playing with them.
A/N; First time for this pairing as well. Loving that luau over at lostsquee. Written for janie_tangerine.
He'd always thought of him as a naive young man who was in love with his sister. Or step-sister, he'd heard someone telling him later. Even after a few weeks, Jack caught himself not knowing exactly how and what it was between them, except that he knew they were constantly fighting.
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Boone was always trying, always ready to help out, but Jack didn't get him. When he saved him from drowning, Boone was complaining that he was fine, that he should have left him out there, that he should have saved the woman that could easily have been himself. Jack didn't choose to be the leader, they'd chosen him, but Boone clearly thought of that differently.
--
He became even more of a mystery to him when he was away with Locke all the time. The only times he had a chance of seeing him was in the morning, when the sun was coming up and he was making his way towards the beach. He could tell he was tired from doing whatever it was they were doing out there, there were circles underneath his eyes, but Jack didn't confront him about it. Jack didn't trust Locke and it took him a while to figure out that he didn't trust whatever he might be doing to Boone.
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Then, something changed Boone. Jack could tell when he was close enough to see Boone's eyes. They were calmer, more determined and stronger than before. Jack couldn't find the naiveté he'd seen before. He wasn't even sure if it had ever been there in the first place. He acted differently around his sister, his actions were not the ones of a boy that was desperately in love, asking for something he would never receive. Not any more. They were the actions of a young man who'd found himself, who was confident and didn't need his sister's approval any more.
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Jack couldn't sleep, he never could until Boone arrived safely on the beach. His eyes were on Boone's empty make-shift bed and he got up, letting his feet take him wherever they wanted to go. The jungle was dark and cool, but it couldn't take away his worries. What exactly was Boone still doing out in the dark? Why wasn't he back yet? A sudden movement in the corner of his eyes and he turned quickly, ready to jump for cover, if necessary.
It was Boone.
He looked tired, but overall in good shape. Jack was relieved when Boone just looked at him with a smile on his face.
"What are you doing out so far into the jungle, Jack?" he asked him, taking a step closer.
"Nothing, I couldn't sleep."
Boone was silent for a minute, mind elsewhere. Jack let his eyes scan Boone's body, it was more muscular than it had been and his skin looked more tanned, even in the dark. Suddenly, his eyes locked with Boone's and he didn't remember being so close to him just a minute ago.
"I know you couldn't sleep, Jack."
His voice was nothing more than a whisper, but Jack heard every word clear as if spoken out loud.
"I know you never sleep until I get back, I've seen you. You wait for me every night."
Jack's throat was dry and he couldn't speak, even if he had known what to say. He was suddenly warm and a little nervous, Boone's eyes were soft under the faint light of the moon.
"Jack... After I knew, I wished I could be closer to you, that I could feel how your heart rate went up when I got back, because it does, doesn't it?"
Jack could only nod. What had happened to the old Boone? A moment later, he didn't even care. Boone's lips were against his, dark and heavy and soft at the same time. His lips were persistent, not waiting for Jack, who was soon kissing him back. There was a voice at the back of his mind, but he let it shout out into the night, because this felt too good. Boone tasted like mangoes and apples and his kiss was refreshing and dangerous at the same time. The night air was cool, but Boone's fingers slipping under his shirt were hot to the touch and they made him shiver involuntarily.
Boone's hand slipped underneath the ridge of Jack's jeans, fingers unbuttoning his fly, the sound of his zipper being undone almost making him moan. Boone's pupils were blown wide with lust by now, a crooked smile on his handsome face. Jack kissed him again, moaned into his open mouth as he felt Boone's hand wrap around his length. It was fast and teasing, but it felt so good and Boone was suddenly everywhere and he couldn't think why he'd ever thought of Boone as naive. Boone was strong and willing, pushing him up against a tree, moaning too as Jack stroked his length. His legs nearly buckled when Boone took both their cocks and stroked them together, whispering into his ear.
His hips moved on their own accord, their breaths coming ever faster. He came long and hard, felt Boone coming against him, body shaking in his arms.
--
Jack had always thought of him as a naive young man who was in love with his sister. Now, he knew better. Boone was however he wanted him to be, he was soft or hard, but he was always Boone. And even though somewhere in his mind, it still made no sense, his heart told him that this was right. Love wasn't supposed to make sense.
Pairing; Jack/Boone
Rating; R
Words; 936
Disclaimer; I do not own them, I just like playing with them.
A/N; First time for this pairing as well. Loving that luau over at lostsquee. Written for janie_tangerine.
He'd always thought of him as a naive young man who was in love with his sister. Or step-sister, he'd heard someone telling him later. Even after a few weeks, Jack caught himself not knowing exactly how and what it was between them, except that he knew they were constantly fighting.
--
Boone was always trying, always ready to help out, but Jack didn't get him. When he saved him from drowning, Boone was complaining that he was fine, that he should have left him out there, that he should have saved the woman that could easily have been himself. Jack didn't choose to be the leader, they'd chosen him, but Boone clearly thought of that differently.
--
He became even more of a mystery to him when he was away with Locke all the time. The only times he had a chance of seeing him was in the morning, when the sun was coming up and he was making his way towards the beach. He could tell he was tired from doing whatever it was they were doing out there, there were circles underneath his eyes, but Jack didn't confront him about it. Jack didn't trust Locke and it took him a while to figure out that he didn't trust whatever he might be doing to Boone.
--
Then, something changed Boone. Jack could tell when he was close enough to see Boone's eyes. They were calmer, more determined and stronger than before. Jack couldn't find the naiveté he'd seen before. He wasn't even sure if it had ever been there in the first place. He acted differently around his sister, his actions were not the ones of a boy that was desperately in love, asking for something he would never receive. Not any more. They were the actions of a young man who'd found himself, who was confident and didn't need his sister's approval any more.
--
Jack couldn't sleep, he never could until Boone arrived safely on the beach. His eyes were on Boone's empty make-shift bed and he got up, letting his feet take him wherever they wanted to go. The jungle was dark and cool, but it couldn't take away his worries. What exactly was Boone still doing out in the dark? Why wasn't he back yet? A sudden movement in the corner of his eyes and he turned quickly, ready to jump for cover, if necessary.
It was Boone.
He looked tired, but overall in good shape. Jack was relieved when Boone just looked at him with a smile on his face.
"What are you doing out so far into the jungle, Jack?" he asked him, taking a step closer.
"Nothing, I couldn't sleep."
Boone was silent for a minute, mind elsewhere. Jack let his eyes scan Boone's body, it was more muscular than it had been and his skin looked more tanned, even in the dark. Suddenly, his eyes locked with Boone's and he didn't remember being so close to him just a minute ago.
"I know you couldn't sleep, Jack."
His voice was nothing more than a whisper, but Jack heard every word clear as if spoken out loud.
"I know you never sleep until I get back, I've seen you. You wait for me every night."
Jack's throat was dry and he couldn't speak, even if he had known what to say. He was suddenly warm and a little nervous, Boone's eyes were soft under the faint light of the moon.
"Jack... After I knew, I wished I could be closer to you, that I could feel how your heart rate went up when I got back, because it does, doesn't it?"
Jack could only nod. What had happened to the old Boone? A moment later, he didn't even care. Boone's lips were against his, dark and heavy and soft at the same time. His lips were persistent, not waiting for Jack, who was soon kissing him back. There was a voice at the back of his mind, but he let it shout out into the night, because this felt too good. Boone tasted like mangoes and apples and his kiss was refreshing and dangerous at the same time. The night air was cool, but Boone's fingers slipping under his shirt were hot to the touch and they made him shiver involuntarily.
Boone's hand slipped underneath the ridge of Jack's jeans, fingers unbuttoning his fly, the sound of his zipper being undone almost making him moan. Boone's pupils were blown wide with lust by now, a crooked smile on his handsome face. Jack kissed him again, moaned into his open mouth as he felt Boone's hand wrap around his length. It was fast and teasing, but it felt so good and Boone was suddenly everywhere and he couldn't think why he'd ever thought of Boone as naive. Boone was strong and willing, pushing him up against a tree, moaning too as Jack stroked his length. His legs nearly buckled when Boone took both their cocks and stroked them together, whispering into his ear.
His hips moved on their own accord, their breaths coming ever faster. He came long and hard, felt Boone coming against him, body shaking in his arms.
--
Jack had always thought of him as a naive young man who was in love with his sister. Now, he knew better. Boone was however he wanted him to be, he was soft or hard, but he was always Boone. And even though somewhere in his mind, it still made no sense, his heart told him that this was right. Love wasn't supposed to make sense.