Birthday fic for gottalovev! J/S - "The Chippendale Incident"
Finally, a break from the angst!
Title: “The Chippendale Incident”
Author:
uhzoomzip
Summary: Jack/Sawyer defile Biltmore! A sort of sequel to "Jack & Sawyer Go To Dollywood" ( My Part 1 and
holycitygirl 's Part 2).
Author's Notes: Surprisingly non-angsty birthday fic for the absolutely lovable
gottalovev , with whom I wandered around Biltmore plotting naughty things for our boys. I adore you more than mere words can convey, Lou - you're a spot of sunshine on my flist everyday! I hope you have a great birthday... even if you have to work!
In Mrs. Vanderbilt’s Bedroom, Jack is playing tour guide as he has all day.
"Purple and gold silk fabrics and furnishings in the Louis XV style decorate this oval room with its richly painted ceiling." Jack glances up from the guidebook to see Sawyer rolling his eyes. "What?"
“If you’ve seen one fancy room in this place, you’ve seen them all.” Sawyer looks bored to tears.
"Sawyer, this is the Biltmore Estate. It was on ‘America's Castles’! How could you not want to see it?"
Sawyer just shrugs. "This what you rich people do on vacation? Go to see other rich people's fancy houses?"
Jack closes the guidebook and pulls Sawyer into a corner away from the crowd. "Okay, what's going on with you?”
Despite brief respites when he stood in awe taking in the massive library and making Jack blush with his whispered interpretations of paintings in the Tapestry Gallery, Sawyer has been irritable for most of the day.
“I just don’t care much for looking at the vacation homes of people with more money than God.”
Jack just stares at him, that face that lets him know he’s misbehaving until Sawyer relents and starts heading down the staircase.
“All right, come on. I hear there’s a bowling alley in the basement and I’m sure you’re ripe to tell me all about it.”
This time, it’s Jack who rolls his eyes.
***
The crowd has thinned by the time they make their way to the Chippendale Room. Like the others, it is cordoned off by a velvet rope, keeping the visitors at bay.
"This room is furnished in the style of the 18th-century cabinetmaker Thomas Chippendale. Two Renoir paintings grace the walls: Child with an Orange and The Young Algerian Girl." When Jack looks up this time, Sawyer isn’t rolling his eyes. He is, however, sporting a predatory grin Jack has rarely seen outside their bedroom.
“Well, Doc, we seem to be all alone in the Chippendale room of all places and you’re wasting time playin’ tour guide when we could be playin’ something else.” He flashes his dimples as he moves closer to Jack, unhooking the velvet rope and dropping it to the floor.
“Sawyer!” Jack is sure his face reflects the horror he’s feeling. “What the hell are you doing? You’re going to get us thrown out of here!”
Sawyer just shakes his head, enjoying this. “Nuh-uh,” he singsongs, palming Jack’s crotch hard. “Let’s just say I’ve got a friend… and we’ve got a half hour.”
“What?” Not believing even Sawyer could pull that off, Jack shakes his head, grabbing Sawyer’s wrist and pushing his hand away. “Sawyer, we can’t do this here.” His protests get quieter as Sawyer licks and nips at his neck until he catches sight of something through his half-closed eyes. “There’s a camera in the corner!”
“So you better smile pretty, ‘cause you’re about to be on Very Candid Camera.” Jack just steps back and glares until Sawyer sighs, annoyed. “It’s off, okay? That’s part of the deal. It’s just you and me here… at least, it is for the next 27 minutes.”
Jack knows Sawyer well enough to know he’s going to persist until he’s gotten what he wanted, so he lets Sawyer push him towards the bed, but only after peeking over his shoulder and making sure they’re really alone.
Sawyer’s already got Jack’s belt undone and his slacks are around his ankles, his hands gripping the waistband of boxers destined to meet the same fate. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about being on a timetable, were you?”
Sawyer shuts him up with a kiss, tongue impatiently darting inside as Jack fumbles with the zipper of Sawyer’s jeans. Mumbling something about “surgeon’s hands,” Sawyer finally helps him and takes them both in hand, stroking until they’re hard. Sawyer pushes him onto the bed, with is surprisingly hard despite the elaborate bedding.
“Should we take this off?” Jack asks, eyeing the comforter which doesn’t look machine washable.
Sawyer rolls his eyes as he climbs between Jack’s legs, nudging his knees up. “Will you just shut up, please? I’m tryin’ to have a moment here.”
Taking him in hand again, Sawyer leans down for another kiss, breaking only to replace his tongue with his finger, which Jack eagerly sucks. Enraptured by how Sawyer’s eyes dilate at that, he feels the loss when Sawyer reclaims the finger, only to let out a gasp when he feels it circle around his entrance.
“Relax.” Sawyer whispers it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, like they fuck in the Chippendale bedroom of America’s largest private residence every day of the week. But he takes a deep breath and blows it out, and Sawyer takes the opportunity to push in. Jack wills his muscles to relax as Sawyer opens him up, distracting him by stroking his cock with his free hand. It works and soon Sawyer pushes a second finger in, working him in a circle as he strokes him.
Jack’s breaths are coming faster now and he nods at Sawyer because he needs to have him inside, now. Sawyer wastes no time in positioning himself and Jack can feel the pressure of the tip of his cock, ready to plunge.
When Sawyer pushes in, Jack is overwhelmed by sensations - pleasure, pain, fullness. Sawyer hovers over him, breaths coming fast now, hot on his neck, just waiting for Jack to adjust. When he’s ready, Jack grips his ass, encouraging him to move. And move Sawyer does, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back in quickly, the hand on Jack’s cock mimicking the movements of Sawyer’s body. Before he knows it, Jack is moaning and bites his lip, trying in vain to reign himself in. Desperate to last longer, he forces himself to look around the room, taking in the ornately designed furniture, the two Renoirs on the wall, the delicate wallpaper. He can’t believe Sawyer is fucking him in a Biltmore bedroom, but life with Sawyer has been nothing if not full of surprises.
The sensations are overwhelming, despite his attempt at distraction. He needs to come soon, he thinks he might die if he doesn’t, so he growls faster, harder into Sawyer’s ear. Pulling his head up, Sawyer complies, thrusts becoming more powerful as his grip tightens on Jack’s dick, the pace increasing.
“Goddamn, Jack… Goddamn.” Sawyer’s voice is strangled and for once it seems the man who can talk the ear off a stalk of corn is at a loss for words.
Things start to fade as Jack gets closer to the brink, the extravagant room around him dimming until all he sees is Sawyer, who stares back at him with a pained look of need. That look is what finally sends Jack over the edge, spurting two, three times over his own stomach and Sawyer’s still-moving hand.
He manages to remember to clench hard around Sawyer as he comes, his efforts eliciting a strained moan as he explodes into Jack. Sawyer is breathing hard as he collapses onto Jack’s chest, and Jack tangles his fingers in Sawyer’s hair, gently massaging his scalp as something close to a whimper escapes Sawyer’s mouth. After a few minutes, he pulls out of Jack and lies on his side next to him, tracing patterns in the thick chest hair.
Suddenly panicked, Jack grabs Sawyer’s wrist and looks at his watch. “What time did we start?”
Sawyer grins, reclaiming his wrist and studying the face. “We’re good, Jack. Still got eight minutes to cuddle. Now that’s what I call being efficient.”
***
They’re in the car before Jack has shaken off the sex-stoned feeling, and now he can’t help but worry. “Are you sure that camera was off?” Shifty-eyed, Sawyer glances over at him, and Jack is horrified yet again. “You never even asked about the camera being on, did you?”
“Well, no.” At least Sawyer has the good sense to look sheepish. “But after you mentioned it, I talked to my friend and got this.” He pulls a small videotape out of his pocket as Jack’s jaw drops.
“Is this - “
“Go on and say it - best souvenir ever.”
And for once, Jack can’t disagree.