Even Score - Part Four Continued (2)...
Ana looks up as she hears leaves rustle in the darkness, alarmed. She glances at Jack, who is sound asleep on the ground in front of her, and then stands up, reaching instinctively for her gun, her hand hovering and ready to grab for it.
When Kate and Sawyer suddenly appear on the path and walk into the caves, Ana’s shoulders slump and she lets out a breath of relief and rolls her eyes in annoyance, dropping her hands to her sides.
“Ana, what’re you-“ Ana cuts Kate off by bringing her finger to her lips, walking toward them and pointing back to Jack’s sleeping form.
“He’s finally sleeping, keep it down,” Ana orders them in a harsh whisper. Kate and Sawyer stop where they are, looking over Ana’s shoulder toward where Jack lies.
“He hasn’t been sleepin’?” Sawyer asks with a note of concern in his voice. Ana sets her hands on her hips.
“No, not really.”
“Is he eating?” Kate steps forward, moving past Ana, peering at Jack. Ana grabs her arm, stopping her.
“You caring?”
“Ana…” Sawyer sighs tiredly and Ana lets go of Kate’s arm, sighing as well.
“You all make up and make nice now?” She crosses her arms over her chest and looks between the two of them, who then look at one another.
“We want to talk to Jack.”
“You should let him sleep. He’s exhausted.” Ana states protectively. “And no, he’s barely been eating.” She finally addresses Kate’s question. “He’s pretty torn up.”
“I know.”
“I know you know,” Ana replies to Sawyer and then nods her head toward Kate. “Does she?”
“Hey,” Sawyer says warningly and Kate looks at him gratefully, which surprises Ana. “Kate had every right to be upset with him, and with me. But we’re cool now, okay? So let’s just drop it.”
“You’re cool now.” Ana states, disbelieving. She raises her eyebrows and then shakes her head, clicking her tongue once and then shrugging, giving up on understanding these people. “Then maybe you should wake him up and tell him. He needs to know.”
Ana walks back toward Jack and picks up her backpack from the ground by the fire, slinging it over her shoulder.
“I’ll leave you guys alone.” She says it like it’s some big sacrifice or she’s not sure that they can be trusted, but Sawyer knows it’s just Ana trying to act tough. If there’s anyone in this camp that Ana really cares about, it’s Jack. Sawyer stops her from going, making sure to take the time to let her know that he appreciates that fact.
“Thanks, Ana.” Ana is caught off guard by him using her name. “For watching out for him.”
“No problem,” Ana murmurs, looking away nervously, put off by the sudden openness of Sawyer’s gaze. She swallows hard and then heads for the path. “I’ll see you guys later.”
Sawyer watches her go and then turns back to Kate. He finds her watching Ana leave as well.
“Lemme ask you somethin’.”
“Go ahead.” Kate sticks her hands in her pockets and waits for the question.
“Did you change your mind about all of this because of her?” He nods his head in Ana’s direction. “Because you were jealous of her spending time with Jack?”
Kate shakes her head no.
“It was Claire, actually.” Sawyer hadn’t expected that. “She made me realize that here, on this island, we can be what we want to be, that we should do what makes us happy, because this is all we have.”
“Huh.”
“We can’t go somewhere else and start over, Sawyer, we can’t meet new people and try to move on. This is what we have. If we love him, we should be with him. The three of us might not work in so called normal society…”
“But we ain’t in normal society,” Sawyer finishes. “That Claire is in one smart cookie. I gotta agree with her on that one.”
“So do I. It’s why I’m here.”
They both turn their gaze toward Jack.
“Should we wake him up?” They walk toward him slowly, carefully, quietly. Sawyer sits down beside him and looks at him, a gentle smile on his face that fades to worry as he takes Jack’s appearance in. “He looks so damn tired.”
“Let him sleep,” Kate says, sitting down on the other side of Jack. Sawyer watches her, realizing she is settling in, getting ready to lie down. So he does the same, nestling close to Jack as carefully as he can, the dirt underneath him cold and unforgiving but Jack’s body warm and comfortable beside his. “We’ll explain it all when he wakes up.”
“Good idea,” he whispers to Kate, setting his hand on Jack’s hip and smiling as Kate places her hand over his, connected to them both as they drift off to join Jack in sleep.
When they wake hours later, sunshine is peeking through the dense jungle canopy in soft little snatches of light, beams dancing randomly amongst the shadows of the usually dark area where the three of them now lie, intertwined.
Kate has already been awake for awhile as Sawyer’s eyes slowly flicker open. She reads confusion on his face for a moment until it all comes back to him and he remembers where he is. He looks at Jack first and then lifts his head to take a peek at her, smiling lightly when he finds her awake.
“Hey Freckles.”
“Mornin’,” she whispers, reaching over and brushing her hand through his messy hair. “You’re a mess.”
“So are you,” he retorts, picking a leaf off of her shirt and tossing it back to the ground. They both glance down at Jack. “Can we wake him up now?” Sawyer sounds eager, like a child on Christmas morning begging to open presents. Kate giggles lightly and dips her head toward Jack’s ear, rubbing her hand over Jack’s stomach and chest. Sawyer lets a finger trace over Jack’s lips and then his jaw line as Kate whispers him awake.
“Jack…” He shifts, making a small noise, but doesn’t wake. “Jack, come on…time to wake up…Sawyer and I are here.”
“Everything’s okay, Doc…open up them eyes a yours and we’ll show you…”
Jack drifts awake, eyelids fluttering. It takes a moment for everything to come into focus and then another moment for everything to register, before the drowsiness turns to bewilderment.
“Sawyer? Kate…?” He closes his eyes and opens them again, sure that he’s dreaming. They flank him on either side, both of their hands lovingly caressing his body. And they both look, well…almost happy. It has to be a dream. “What are you doing here? I…” He stares at them and then looks around the caves, confused. “Has something happened? Is everyone okay at the beach?”
“Nothing’s gone wrong, Jack,” Kate assures him, not at all surprised that worry was his first reaction. In all the ways he’s changed, that never will. Everyone else first. Himself second. In fact, him being with Sawyer was the only time she could think of when his actions had been selfish.
She looks to Sawyer now, wondering if they can really all be happy, if Claire is right. She wants to be happy. She wants Jack and Sawyer to be happy too. It seems like a simple wish but she knows more than anyone how hard happiness is to obtain, how impossible it is to keep.
“Sawyer and I talked, Jack. And we’re here now, the both of us.”
“I don’t understand.”
“She means if you’re in love with the both of us, like we think you are, you can have both of us.” Sawyer explains bluntly, impatient for Jack to see what’s going on and for things to move forward. The past four days without Jack, watching Jack punish himself, have been torture. He needs Jack’s lips on his, to hear his voice whispering deeply into his ear, to feel his hands on his body.
But Jack grows more confused at Sawyer’s words, convinced now that he must be going crazy or dreaming or possibly both.
“But Kate…Kate…” Jack turns to her as he sits up, bringing his hand to his head like he’s hungover and has a headache. “Kate won’t even speak to me.” He’s talking to himself as if the two of them aren’t really there. Kate sets her hand over his forearm and pulls it down so she can see his face, meet his eyes.
“I’m here, Jack. I forgive you. And I forgive Sawyer. I need you too much not to,” Kate tells him, then stops, knowing that’s not the whole truth. “I love you too much not to.”
Jack stares at her for quite a long while and it becomes apparent he doesn’t know what to say. He still doesn’t believe this is real. Kate leans forward and brushes her lips over his.
“I’m here, Jack,” she whispers and Jack smiles, small and weakly at first, but then relief washes over him and he breaks into a big grin, happiness dancing in his eyes and flushing his cheeks. He pulls Kate to him and kisses her deeply, telling her all the things with his lips that he longed to say with words. When they break apart from one another, their eyes dart toward Sawyer. Kate is expectant and Jack is unsure. “It’s okay. I want you to.”
Jack hesitates and Sawyer patiently waits, knowing that Jack needs to believe Kate means what she says.
“It’s really okay, Jack. It’s why we’re here.” Kate assures him and takes Sawyer’s hand, pulling him closer. Jack sits up straighter and reaches for Sawyer, cradling Sawyer’s head with his hand as their lips meet in a sweet kiss, tender and gentle. When Sawyer pulls back, tears spring to his eyes and he doesn’t bother to hide them, even if he does wipe them away. Jack is on the verge of tears as well and Kate clutches his hand tightly. “I love you.” She murmurs, kissing him again.
Their kiss grows more passionate as Kate clings to him, relief washing over her. She feels lighter, almost dizzy with joy, as the familiar feel of Jack’s body underneath hers comes back to her. She hadn’t thought this could be hers again. She hadn’t even been sure she wanted it after what he’d done. But now that he’s here, so real under her hands and her lips, she knows beyond the shadow of a doubt she has made the right decision.
She can feel and hear Jack gasp in surprise when Kate takes the initiative to pull Sawyer in, kissing him first and then leading him to Jack. Jack whimpers against Sawyer’s lips as Sawyer pushes him back toward the ground and Sawyer’s hand slides up underneath his t-shirt, running over his chest. Kate watches them for a moment in silence and then snakes her hand over Jack’s jean clad thigh, moving upward and finding the small metallic tag of his zipper and tugging down.
Jack groans into Sawyer’s mouth when she slides her hand into his jeans and into his boxers, encircling him in one movement.
“Too fast…?” Jack expresses a weak and muffled concern as Kate strokes him, wondering if this is too much to do when they’ve only just reconnected. Sawyer smiles against his lips and lets his hand follow Kate’s into his jeans.
“Doc, makeup sex’s the best part,” Sawyer grins and Kate nods in agreement, backing up her position by stopping for a second to pull down Jack’s jeans and boxers roughly, exposing him to her and Sawyer and giving them both better access to his body.
“Shirt, Sawyer,” she almost demands, tilting her head toward Jack’s t-shirt. Jack obligingly sits halfway up as Sawyer pulls it off over his head and tosses it aside. Kate finishes removing the rest of Jack’s clothes and then stands up to take off her own.
“In a rush, sweetheart?” Sawyer teases her as she steps out of her jeans. But Jack falls silent, looking at her reverently as her body is revealed to him. His hand unconsciously moves to his cock, brushing over his length lightly as he watches Kate.
“Been awhile, Jack,” Kate says to him and he nods, wetting his lips. Then he turns his head to look at Sawyer and the desirous look in his eyes makes Sawyer start with his own clothes almost immediately, hurrying to catch up with the pair. Kate stares at him as he strips down, all of them suddenly aware that they’re about to make a vague promise real. Kate walks to Sawyer, eager to prove she’s ready for this, and lets her hand drift low to touch him. He’s hard and throbbing and she knows it’s all for Jack. “Do whatever you need to do to get him ready,” she says quietly to him before pulling away.
Sawyer stares at her and then complies, gathering his shirt and his jeans and forming a makeshift pillow. He kneels down at Jack’s feet and Jack looks at him inquisitively. Sawyer wordlessly explains what he wants to do and Jack lifts his hips, letting Sawyer place his clothes underneath him, angling his hips upward. Sawyer sees Jack glance over his shoulder at Kate and it’s clear he’s still wary of this, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Kate kneels down beside the two men and sets one hand on Jack’s cheek comfortingly, the other on his growing erection suggestively.
“It’s what I want now, Jack.” She says, letting her fingers dance over the sensitive head of his cock. Sawyer runs his hands up the insides of Jack’s legs and bends them at the knees, pushing them out wide, opening him up to his searching lips. He starts tentatively moving his lips around the base of his cock, laving his balls with the flat of his tongue, before drifting lower, working his way downward.
“Oh fuck,” Jack breathes out as Sawyer’s tongue circles around his entrance and then darts inside, pushing in. Sawyer sneaks a look at Kate and she is watching Jack’s face, transfixed as he begins to writhe in arousal, no longer worried if they’re rushing into this. Kate maneuvers to lay down alongside him, leaning to kiss him as her hand begins stroking his thick, long cock, which is now standing at attention and beginning to leak as Sawyer fucks him with his tongue. Jack’s legs fall open wider and he urges his hips upward into Kate’s touch and toward Sawyer’s searching mouth.
Kate kisses her way down Jack’s body and he whispers both of their names, panting breathlessly and wincing every now and again like this is all too much for him to take. When Kate guides the dripping tip of his dick into her mouth and licks around it, he cries out loudly and Sawyer pulls back from him, wanting to watch Jack helplessly moan under their ministrations as he substitutes his fingers for his tongue, beginning to work Jack open. Within minutes he’s ready and willing, begging for release.
“Kate.” The name falls strongly enough off of Sawyer’s lips to capture Kate’s attention and she slowly draws off of Jack, realizing that Sawyer is holding his own cock out for her, asking her to wrap her mouth around him instead. “I want to fuck him.” He is not really so much asking her permission as for her participation. She seems to understand what he wants and she takes him into her mouth, sucking wetly and thoroughly, coating him.
Sawyer’s dick shines as she draws off and Kate watches as Sawyer positions himself at Jack’s entrance, brushing his tip up against him a few times before finally penetrating, slowly sinking all the way in.
“Fuck,” Kate breathes, closing her eyes briefly and sucking in a deep breath, her thighs rubbing together involuntarily. Jack moans and Sawyer grunts as their bodies connect. Jack’s body is tight and hot and after four days without him, it’s even better than Sawyer remembered. The sensation is too perfect as Jack clenches and then relaxes around him, allowing him in deeper.
Kate engulfs Jack’s trembling cock again almost immediately as Sawyer begins to fuck him, her head bobbing in time with Sawyer’s thrusts. Sawyer’s fingers twine with Jack’s in Kate’s soft hair, one hand there and one on Jack’s hip. Jack tries to sit halfway up, looking at the sight of Sawyer pushing inside of him while Kate eagerly sucks on his dick. He hadn’t imagined he’d have either of them ever again, much less both, and the happiness he feels combined with his intense arousal is almost too much to handle.
“Kate, please…” he begs, touching the side of her face, easing her off of him. She is confused but not for long. “Both of you, Kate…please. I need you.”
Kate doesn’t need to be asked twice. She straddles Jack and leans forward; Sawyer pauses and takes hold of Jack’s cock, guiding his thick, dark length deep inside Kate’s willing body as she pushes back onto him. She’s so wet he can hear Jack slide in as well as see it, coating him in her juices as his dick slips inside of her, filling her and stretching her wide.
Sawyer finds himself setting his hands on Kate’s hips and using her as an anchor, setting his rhythm with hers as he pushes in and out of Jack and Jack pushes in and out of her. But the sight of Jack’s throbbing cock and swollen balls as they slam into Kate’s body isn’t enough; he needs to see Jack’s face, watch this happen to him and not just to his body. So Sawyer wraps an arm around Kate’s waist and one around her chest, massaging her breasts as he pulls her back to him, holding her close as she rides Jack. He stares down at Jack, taking in the way his neck arches and his mouth parts in quiet, broken moans. Jack is overcome and Sawyer can see it written plainly all over him. It’s all so close.
Then together they both lean forward, Kate putting her hands on either side of Jack’s shoulders and Sawyer placing his own just behind, his body hovering over Kate’s. His chest is slick and hot with sweat as he rubs against her back, her hair wet and damp and sticking to her skin just as his own sticks to his forehead. They both breathe Jack’s name, fucking him almost as one, perfectly matched in their desire for him.
Sawyer catches Jack’s heady gaze over Kate’s shoulder as he finds just that right spot in Jack’s body, brushing his cock against that swollen nub and sending a jolt through him. Jack cries out sharply and then his body arches up off the ground. Their bodies are so close and connected that Sawyer can feel Jack’s balls pull taut and his cock shudder as he thrusts into Kate four times, hard.
Sawyer and Kate climax together immediately after Jack explodes within her, Sawyer pulsating hard and gasping for air as Kate nearly screams, clenching around Jack and milking the last remnants of his mind-blowing orgasm from him.
Then, together, they fall into an exhausted heap on top of Jack, sweaty limbs tangled and hands still roaming, touching, seeking connection. They kiss one another for a long awhile, no matter whose lips find whose, just lazily taking turns expressing their sated lust as it simmers back down to appreciation and love.
Eventually, Sawyer lets out a short laugh, too happy to conceal it. Kate giggles too and they both lift their heads to find Jack smiling widely, openly, his dark eyes alight. They all continue to smile and occasionally chuckle as they straighten themselves out, Jack settling back against Sawyer’s chest and Kate nestling against his.
The caves are quiet and peaceful and none of them feel the need to speak and break the perfect quiet, this easy moment when everything finally seems perfect and wonderful. No one knows how long this will last, this brief glimpse of perfection.
Their hands find one another’s and their fingers settle on Jack’s chest, clasped tightly and holding on to this moment as long as they can. Jack sighs, lifting both Kate and Sawyer’s hands to his mouth and laying a gentle kiss over their knuckles.
“I love you,” Jack murmurs and neither needs to ask which one of them he meant.
END
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