It's Enough
Title: It's Enough
Pairing: Sawyer/Miles
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: A look into the relationship of our two of our favorite finale survivors. Specially written for gottalovev
Notes: Plays around with the different time lines. And probably my dirtiest fic yet.
*Kiss*
On Miles' bad days, he likes to take things slow. The anniversary of his father's death is particularly awful.
"He loved me, man. He read to me when I was a baby. Do you know how many years I wasted hating him?" he sits on the edge of their bed with his head in his hands.
He tries to suck in the tears.
Sawyer sits down next to him, puts a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"You fixed it though. Hell, you were just paling around with him two weeks ago in a Dharma van. It was all an accident," he tries to soothe.
And Miles looks at him with hopeful eyes, wanting to believe what he's hearing. He grabs Sawyer's stubbled face and kisses him on those sweet-talking lips.
"Yeah," Sawyer thinks. "This is pretty nice."
*Lick*
Miles is sleeping when he feels something wet licking and nibbling at his toes. He is immediately wide awake and dives to turn on the light beside his bed.
"What the fuck?" he says to the terrier at the foot of his bed. "Where the hell did you come from?"
The puppy wags his tale and lets out a tiny "arf!"
"Yeah. I shoulda known Sawyer got you."
When he knows that the crisis has been averted, he pulls the sheets back up over his face. He kinda likes it when the puppy nuzzles against him as he too yawns and falls asleep. Miles decides to thank Sawyer for their new buddy when his shift starts.
*Touch*
"Damn Miles, it ain't a race," groans Sawyer.
On really, really good days, days when they catch the bad guy or a hot chick checks him out when they hang out at their favorite bar, Miles likes to take things fast. Sometimes they don't even make it back home since Miles likes to drag Sawyer into a closet or a bathroom stall for a quickie. Today, however, is just for the hell of it.
Miles has his hands shoved down Sawyer's pants, squeezing and jerking as he catches his boyfriend in a heady kiss.
Eventually, Sawyer stops complaining and just lets Miles do what he wants. Sawyer's not one to turn away such welcome treatment anyway.
*Suck*
Miles can't help but run his hands through Sawyer's silky hair when he's down on his knees in front of him like that. He isn't able to suck him very deep just yet (they're still learning), but what he lacks for in skill he makes up for it in hot. He holds Miles' hips against the wall as sucks up and down, draws him as much as he can. And hell, his eyes are practically begging him to start thrusting into his throat.
In a little while, with the help of his hands and eyes and mouth, Miles spills down his throat with sharp gasps.
When Sawyer pulls away, Miles shakes as he loses that grounded feeling he has whenever he and Sawyer fuck. He collapses on the bed and he takes deep breaths as Sawyer crawls in next to him.
He doesn't even mind when Sawyer starts kissing him.
"You alright, hoss?"
And Miles is impressed at how quickly he recovered from their recent escapade.
"You've got to be kidding me," Miles snarks.
Sawyer flashes his cheekiest grin.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He leans over Miles to shut off the light. Laughs when Miles punches him in the shoulder before he spoons up behind him.
"Love you, you son-of-a-bitch" he mumbles into Sawyer's shoulder.
They sleep soundly.
Pairing: Sawyer/Miles
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: A look into the relationship of our two of our favorite finale survivors. Specially written for gottalovev
Notes: Plays around with the different time lines. And probably my dirtiest fic yet.
*Kiss*
On Miles' bad days, he likes to take things slow. The anniversary of his father's death is particularly awful.
"He loved me, man. He read to me when I was a baby. Do you know how many years I wasted hating him?" he sits on the edge of their bed with his head in his hands.
He tries to suck in the tears.
Sawyer sits down next to him, puts a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"You fixed it though. Hell, you were just paling around with him two weeks ago in a Dharma van. It was all an accident," he tries to soothe.
And Miles looks at him with hopeful eyes, wanting to believe what he's hearing. He grabs Sawyer's stubbled face and kisses him on those sweet-talking lips.
"Yeah," Sawyer thinks. "This is pretty nice."
*Lick*
Miles is sleeping when he feels something wet licking and nibbling at his toes. He is immediately wide awake and dives to turn on the light beside his bed.
"What the fuck?" he says to the terrier at the foot of his bed. "Where the hell did you come from?"
The puppy wags his tale and lets out a tiny "arf!"
"Yeah. I shoulda known Sawyer got you."
When he knows that the crisis has been averted, he pulls the sheets back up over his face. He kinda likes it when the puppy nuzzles against him as he too yawns and falls asleep. Miles decides to thank Sawyer for their new buddy when his shift starts.
*Touch*
"Damn Miles, it ain't a race," groans Sawyer.
On really, really good days, days when they catch the bad guy or a hot chick checks him out when they hang out at their favorite bar, Miles likes to take things fast. Sometimes they don't even make it back home since Miles likes to drag Sawyer into a closet or a bathroom stall for a quickie. Today, however, is just for the hell of it.
Miles has his hands shoved down Sawyer's pants, squeezing and jerking as he catches his boyfriend in a heady kiss.
Eventually, Sawyer stops complaining and just lets Miles do what he wants. Sawyer's not one to turn away such welcome treatment anyway.
*Suck*
Miles can't help but run his hands through Sawyer's silky hair when he's down on his knees in front of him like that. He isn't able to suck him very deep just yet (they're still learning), but what he lacks for in skill he makes up for it in hot. He holds Miles' hips against the wall as sucks up and down, draws him as much as he can. And hell, his eyes are practically begging him to start thrusting into his throat.
In a little while, with the help of his hands and eyes and mouth, Miles spills down his throat with sharp gasps.
When Sawyer pulls away, Miles shakes as he loses that grounded feeling he has whenever he and Sawyer fuck. He collapses on the bed and he takes deep breaths as Sawyer crawls in next to him.
He doesn't even mind when Sawyer starts kissing him.
"You alright, hoss?"
And Miles is impressed at how quickly he recovered from their recent escapade.
"You've got to be kidding me," Miles snarks.
Sawyer flashes his cheekiest grin.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He leans over Miles to shut off the light. Laughs when Miles punches him in the shoulder before he spoons up behind him.
"Love you, you son-of-a-bitch" he mumbles into Sawyer's shoulder.
They sleep soundly.