Lost luau ficlet: Rub me raw
Title: Rub me raw
Character: Jack, mentions of Sawyer
Words: 250
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Spoilers: general s5
Summary: Jack's first time. Half-crack, half-angst.
A/N: For previous Queen gottalovev, who loves first times. Title stolen from Warren Zevon's song.
Jack had never considered himself a coward before.
Eyes tightly shut, a lone tear escaping, he now gritted his teeth against a whimper. He just wanted it to be over.
His body was not a woman's. He knew all the medical terms, but everyone knew about the main differences. Maybe men simply weren't built this way, despite Sawyer's enticing words.
It won't last long... it's going to be much easier next time, you'll see.
Under that warm starry night everything had seemed possible, and Jack had believed. Now those words seemed to laugh at him. He should have known better. Sawyer had a vindicative streak, and maybe Jack had fought him one time too many.
He should have let Sawyer do it the first time. Yes, they had nothing. But it would have been better than this stranger coldly manhandling him.
Thousands of men did it all the time. He didn't understand them.
When it was finally over, Jack stretched his cramped muscles and stood on his feet. A different man looked back at him from the mirror. Sawyer would be proud was his bitter thought.
-
Jack had never considered himself a masochist before.
But every month he came back. And every time he seemed to breathe more easily, the pain hovering in his subconscious without disturbing his thoughts. Sawyer is probably laughing his ass off - wherever he is.
Looking at his smooth chest, slightly reddened, Jack couldn't wait to find out.
Character: Jack, mentions of Sawyer
Words: 250
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Spoilers: general s5
Summary: Jack's first time. Half-crack, half-angst.
A/N: For previous Queen gottalovev, who loves first times. Title stolen from Warren Zevon's song.
Jack had never considered himself a coward before.
Eyes tightly shut, a lone tear escaping, he now gritted his teeth against a whimper. He just wanted it to be over.
His body was not a woman's. He knew all the medical terms, but everyone knew about the main differences. Maybe men simply weren't built this way, despite Sawyer's enticing words.
It won't last long... it's going to be much easier next time, you'll see.
Under that warm starry night everything had seemed possible, and Jack had believed. Now those words seemed to laugh at him. He should have known better. Sawyer had a vindicative streak, and maybe Jack had fought him one time too many.
He should have let Sawyer do it the first time. Yes, they had nothing. But it would have been better than this stranger coldly manhandling him.
Thousands of men did it all the time. He didn't understand them.
When it was finally over, Jack stretched his cramped muscles and stood on his feet. A different man looked back at him from the mirror. Sawyer would be proud was his bitter thought.
-
Jack had never considered himself a masochist before.
But every month he came back. And every time he seemed to breathe more easily, the pain hovering in his subconscious without disturbing his thoughts. Sawyer is probably laughing his ass off - wherever he is.
Looking at his smooth chest, slightly reddened, Jack couldn't wait to find out.