Even Score - Part Four
Series: Even Score
Title: Final Round
Part: 4/4
Pairing: Kate/Jack/Sawyer and every combination thereof.
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: philosophy_20 #7 Both Sides
Spoilers: Set sometime in the future after 2x09 “What Kate Did”
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Previous Parts: 1 | 2 | 3
Everything is quiet.
Even the water is so calm that she can barely hear the waves rolling to shore. The warm red-orange glow of campfire has flickered out but there is no cool blue shine of moonlight to replace it, not tonight. The sky is a blanket of inky black, not a star to be seen, the moon, if it is still there, covered by a shroud of thick dark clouds.
Kate clicks off her flashlight before ducking back into her tent. Jack is sleeping, a rarity at any time, and she doesn’t want to wake him. She takes a sip from her freshly filled bottle of water and sets it down in its usual place next to her lumpy pillow, nestling it in the sand to keep it from falling over, and then lies back down. The space still feels slightly warm from when she left it and when Jack rolls toward her, sensing her presence even through his slumber, his body beside hers makes Kate feel even more comfortable and cozy.
He makes a small contented noise and wraps his arm around her waist, the palm of his hand pressing against the flat of her stomach and urging her back against him. She never used to be able to sleep like this, with someone holding her close, but now she finds that the nights spent without Jack’s company are often spent sleepless. She’s gotten used to it, the holding and being held.
Jack’s body is usually solid behind her, enveloping her and making her feel surrounded by his strength and protection, but tonight, now, when he pulls her to him it only gives her a surge of excitement, surprised by the feel of his hard-on pressing into the curve of her lower back.
For a second she thinks he is awake, that the way he is holding himself against her is the purposeful beginning of something, and she gently rocks her hips back toward his, letting him know she’s definitely game if he is. He murmurs something unintelligible and then his body is moving away from hers as he rolls onto his back.
Confused, Kate sits up, her eyebrows knitting in bewilderment.
“Jack?” She whispers, but there is no answer. She reaches for her flashlight and turns it on, angling the beam overhead so as not to shine directly in his face, yet still shedding enough light to see by. Her confusion dissipates when she realizes he is still completely asleep, his breathing slow and even, his lips parted slightly and his long black lashes fluttering just slightly as he dreams. Dreams about something that is making him hot and bothered, obviously, if the rise in the blanket that covers him is any indication.
Smiling gently to herself she presses the round button on the light, plunging the tent into darkness once again.
“Jack…” She whispers, a playful lilt in her hushed tone. He shifts slightly but doesn’t stir. Kate bites her lip and slowly slips her tank top from over her shoulders, snaking out of the loose shorts she has taken to wearing to bed. “Wake up…” Her eyes adjust to the darkness as she reaches out and wraps her fingers around the worn hem of the blue blanket and by the time she finishes drawing it down and casting it aside, she can clearly see every inch of Jack’s body as he lies before her.
Lightly she trails her fingers upward along his thighs and moves to sit by his feet. It’s been awhile, too long, since she’s seen him like this. Things have been different between them lately; their nights have cooled off, no longer filled with lustful moans and heated touches but instead with sweet kisses good-night and loving embraces. Considering how hot and heavy things had been, Kate reassures herself that it’s all normal, that two people couldn’t possibly have kept up that pace forever. She could almost believe it if it weren’t for the fact that Jack has stopped looking her in the eye when he tells her he loves her.
Kate traces the hard line of his cock with her finger, scraping her nail lightly, teasingly, along the ridge, happy to feel Jack lift his hips toward her hand. It’s almost a relief, like she is stepping back in time to a moment when this would happen every single night they were together. One of them had always been putting their hands on the other, begging for more. Waking Jack up with her intimate touch had been an ordinary occurrence and one that always caused him to smile when his eyes finally opened.
Smiling herself, she wraps her hand fully around him and lets her fingers drift up and down, exploring every inch thoroughly. Jack makes a small noise and shifts again and Kate wonders how the sensation of her hands on his body filter into the world of his dream; is he already somewhere between waking and sleeping, her touch too real to be imagined, or is he still deep within it, not realizing that something is happening to him in actuality?
As much as watching him lost to his dreams is arousing to her, she wants him to wake up and experience the real thing and moves her hand harder over him before bending down, gently taking him into her mouth. A gasp pushes past his lips and Kate glances up toward him, eager to see if he’s awake, but his eyes are still closed. Taking him deeper into her wet mouth, she begins sucking and teasing him with more force and determination, silently begging him to open his eyes and see her, only her, pleasuring him.
But Jack doesn’t wake. Instead he moans, a word, a name, that makes Kate’s heart freeze inside her chest. She pulls away from him quickly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and scrambling back as if he’d hit her. Kate sits at the foot of their bed and stares at him, not sure what to do. He’s still sound asleep and that makes his unintentional admission worse than any accidental slip could have been.
He is dreaming about Sawyer. He was hard, thrusting slowly past her lips, and his thoughts weren’t even with her. In his mind, in his fantasy, her mouth was Sawyer’s mouth, her hands were Sawyer’s hands.
Her heart is beating wildly in her chest now and she continues to sit in silence, too terrified to take any other action. The first instinct is to run; throw her clothes back on and bolt, but she doesn’t know where to go. It’s the middle of the night and no one else is awake, no Claire to talk to. She could go sit by the shoreline and wait for the sun to rise, wait for this horrible night to be over, but if Jack woke up alone, there’d be questions in the morning. And what would she say? How could she say it?
She doesn’t know, but she can’t stay, so it’s something that she’ll have to figure out before he wakes up to ask her. Grabbing her clothes from the sand, she shakes them and then hurriedly puts them on, not bothering to grab the flashlight again before pushing her way out of the tent. She stumbles down to the shoreline clumsily. It’s hard to walk not only because of her unsure footing on the uneven sand but because her mind is elsewhere, too preoccupied to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.
Kate sits down just before the waterline, the waves coming up just enough to touch the tips of her toes before retreating. Everything around her is silent but it is no longer a comfortable quiet like it had been earlier. Now she swears that there are whispers on the wind, perhaps the whispers that Sayid had once mentioned, though she doubts that the words that lingered in Sayid’s ears were words like Sawyer and Jack. Her own mind is taunting her, she knows, but she can’t block it out.
The thoughts turn over and over inside her mind as darkness fades into morning light, hours gone by in the blink of an eye. The water which had reflected the black sky, an endless stretch of unimaginable nothingness, now shimmers green and blue and gold, sunlight sparkling on the cresting waves. The morning is clear and beautiful and Kate wants to welcome it with a smile but can’t manage to do anything except continue to stare unwaveringly out at the horizon, knowing the second she tears her gaze away that she’ll have to turn around and face her problems.
Still Kate does not move as others start to wake. She could slip back into their tent now and pretend she had been there all along to avoid Jack’s questions, but she can’t do that either. She doesn’t have the strength to go and face him but she is not weak enough to go lie beside him and pretend nothing is wrong. So instead she waits for him to come to her, because he eventually he always does.
She hears him before he stops beside her, his bare feet shuffling in the sand behind her. He is silent for a moment and then he sits down with a gentle sigh. He folds his hands across his knees and looks at her with softness in his still sleepy gaze, an almost shy smile on his face.
“Hey,” He says quietly, reaching out and holding his palm face up between them, waiting for her to place her hand in his, a gesture that had become familiar to them both. He never just takes her hand; he always asks her for it, even now.
Kate turns her head slightly and looks at him, fidgeting with her hands nervously. There is a moment’s hesitation before she slips her hand into his and lets their fingers twine as they relax their combined grasp against his knee.
“I woke up and you were already gone.” Jack runs his other hand over the back of hers, enclosing hers completely. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. It’s fine. I’m fine.” Kate mumbles, squinting as she looks out over the ocean again, the sun getting brighter by the minute. She glances at him and nods again but her hand squirms in his hold and she can’t help but pull it away entirely.
“Kate?”
“It’s nothing. I just couldn’t sleep last night so I’m not feeling that great.” Inwardly she derides herself for being so gutless but she simply can’t get the words out. She answers his worried questions that follow with shorter and shorter replies, assuring him she’s not sick and that she doesn’t need him to check her out, telling him that if she were sick, he’d be sick too, since they spent so much time together. Every word out of her mouth seems to draw Jack closer, his innate need to take care of her coming out because of her ill-chosen excuse for her early morning escape.
When he finally suggests that she should try to go lay down, that he’ll get his stuff and leave her be for awhile, she is nothing but grateful. When Jack caresses her brow and kisses her so sweetly, so full of concern, it’s hard for her to believe that he could ever betray her. How can she ask him about Sawyer when he is giving her absolutely no reason to doubt him?
No reason, of course, except Sawyer’s name falling off his lips in a passionate moan in the dead of night. No reason except that.
******
“Sawyer.”
“Doc.” Sawyer grins cockily at Jack as he walks into the small clearing and drops his backpack to the ground with a heavy thud. “What took you so long? I was beginnin’ ta think ya weren’t comin’.”
“I almost didn’t.” Jack shrugs, casting his gaze down toward the ground guiltily. “I shouldn’t have.”
“But ya did,” Sawyer replies, not letting him off the hook. He’s not going to pretend that what they’re doing isn’t wrong, even if he’s not about to stop doing it.
“I can leave.” Jack bends to pick up his bag, pointing over his shoulder in the direction he had just come from.
“You could,” Sawyer replies. “But I don’t want that, and you don’t want that, so…” Sawyer holds his hand out and takes a few slow steps toward him, through the tall grass. “Where’s Kate?”
“With Sun. In the garden.” Jack’s voice breaks nervously and Sawyer closes the space between them, setting his hand on Jack’s hip quickly to steady him, pull him back into the moment.
“Good…we got awhile then.” Sawyer grins crookedly and begins unbuttoning Jack’s pale blue dress shirt, the color so light that it’s almost white. “You wear this for me?” There is a note of pleasure in his voice and Jack blushes very faintly before nodding and looking up from Sawyer’s hands to his face.
“Yeah, well…” Jack wavers for a moment and then visibly straightens up, his crooked smile playing at becoming a smirk. “You said you liked it, didn’t you?” He asks, his words gaining strength and confidence, he’s daring Sawyer to pretend otherwise. Sawyer smiles at Jack’s attitude, the confrontational bluster not hiding a thing.
“That I did, Doc,” Sawyer states, leaning forward and nipping Jack’s bottom lip lightly. “You're feelin' a little edgy today, huh.”
“Confused, I guess,” Jack says, faltering again. He sets his own hands on Sawyer’s hips, worrying the fabric of Sawyer’s worn dark red and purple plaid shirt between his fingers.
“Confused about what, exactly?” Sawyer mumbles, letting his mouth drag over the rough stubble on Jack’s neck as he works his shirt fully open, his hands moving ahead of his lips to explore the newly exposed territory.
“I’ve never been in love with two people before, Sawyer…I don’t know what to do. We can’t keep doing this. Meeting here every afternoon isn’t a solution that’s going to work.”
“Well I tried the Motel 6, Jacko, but it was all booked up,” Sawyer teases, laughing against Jack’s skin. Jack pushes him away with a frustrated sigh, setting his hands on Sawyer’s shoulders and holding him back.
“If I tell her, Sawyer, what are you going to do?”
“Whaddya mean, what am I gonna do?” Sawyer wrinkles his brow in impatient confusion.
“I mean…” Jack steps back, turning away from him and running his thumb and forefinger over his mouth. “I mean - do you want me to tell her or is it the fact that we’re keeping this all a secret the appeal to you?”
“I’m not following.”
“It’s simple, Sawyer. If I tell Kate, if I choose you, are you…are you still going to be here?” Jack holds his hand out and gestures around them but Sawyer knows he doesn’t mean here literally. The question is simple and the answer is even moreso; it doesn’t terrify him until long after he’s said it.
“Of course I’m gonna be here,” Sawyer replies forcefully, irked that Jack would doubt it. “I’m not the one who won’t tell Kate, Jack, that’s you.” His lasts words sound accusatory and Jack looks injured and humbled, reminded the problem is of his own doing.
“I know, I know, Sawyer. I just don’t want to hurt Kate if I’m going to turn around and find out this was more about being bad than being with me.”
“I should probably be insulted that you think so little of me,” Sawyer starts.
“That’s not what I meant-“
“It is what you meant, but I don’t blame you for thinkin’ that. Truth is, I was wonderin’ the same thing ‘bout you, so-“
“About me?” Jack asks, surprised. Sawyer chuckles.
“Yeah, Doc, you, Mr. Goody Two Shoes, you don’t think it’s so crazy of me to think you were just gettin’ your rocks off thinkin’ about bein’ a bad boy?” Sawyer closes the space between them again, reaching down and purposefully toying with the button at the top of Jack’s jeans. “I thought maybe, just maybe…what got you so damn interested in me wasn’t me, but that fact it weren’t supposed to be me. Maybe that’s what’s got you all excited and ready to go.”
“Sawyer-“
“But I know that’s not it, ‘cause you ain’t the type to throw it all away just 'cause I can make you come so hard it makes your head spin.” The words slip from Sawyer’s tongue in a sweet drawl, full of sexual promise. A slow sensual smile spreads over his face and he pushes Jack’s jeans open, the zipper sliding open as his hands delve into Jack’s boxers. “And hell, Doc, to be honest, I used to be the type. I’m used to bein’ a homewrecker and I ain’t never cared much, ‘fore now. Never stuck around to see what I wrecked, either.”
Sawyer takes Jack in hand at the same time his mouth finds Jack’s, lips and tongue sliding together and delving into him in time with the pull of his hand on his cock.
“But I care and I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Jack, so if you tell her…” Sawyer whispers against Jack’s lips, his fingers stroking Jack firmly, earning a gasp of pleasure from Jack that passes directly from Jack’s mouth to his. “If ya tell her, yeah, I’ll be right here.” Sawyer kisses him once and then drops to his knees, tugging Jack’s jeans and boxers over the sharp angle of his hips. “I’ll be here if you don’t tell her too.”
Jack's reply is lost as Sawyer wraps his mouth around his throbbing cock, his insistent lips and searching tongue driving out coherent thought from Jack's mind. Warmth spreads over his body, flushing his skin and making him feel slightly dizzy, guilt and torment replaced with pleasure so suddenly that he doesn't even have the time to process the change. It's just there, like a light switch that only Sawyer can turn on with the flick of his tongue or the pull of his hand. Doubts and fear melt away, as do the sounds of the jungle around them, Jack's whole world narrowing down to only include Sawyer and himself.
Sawyer draws him in deeply, letting his lips linger, simply holding Jack inside the heat of his mouth and treasuring the sensation of the connection. He doesn't move and he keeps his eyes shut tightly, signaling to Jack that his lack of motion is a purposeful choice. Jack understands and doesn't shift toward him, instead simply running his hands through Sawyer's hair and sighing gently in the moment's pause before Sawyer continues.
When he finally does, his tongue slides slowly, languidly up from root to rip, pulling off of Jack's length with intense deliberateness, making sure Jack feels every single second of it. Gently he circles his hand around Jack's base and just as slowly guides him back past his lips, not having to look up to know that Jack's hazy eyes are focused solely and completely on him.
He doesn't know if Jack has noticed the change in how things have been going, but each time they sneak away from camp and meet together out in the jungle has lasted longer than the previous. They no longer attack each other like two men desperate for release, hurrying for completion before someone sees them together. Perhaps Jack has come to terms with behaving this way, but Sawyer knows that that's probably not the case. More than likely, it's the fact that Sawyer has been dictating how things will go between them, drawing out their encounters as much as possible by taking it slow, teasing him, bringing him to the brink and then taking him back down numerous times before finally allowing both Jack and himself to have what they really want.
Sawyer takes his time because while Jack's guilt doesn't keep him from seeking Sawyer out, it does keep him from staying afterward. The last time he'd stayed longer than five minutes was when they made love in the hatch, but since then, as soon as it's over, he's up and he's gone, worried that someone might be looking for him. That Kate might be looking for him. Sawyer had never been one to dally in post-coital bliss either, but denied the moment to just linger in the sweet aftermath makes Sawyer want it. Badly. Perhaps more than anything.
He hasn't slept beside Jack since the very first time this happened between them and that was when Kate was present, her permission given explicitly. Since then it is always a stolen moment here and there that never really feels truly theirs. But he doesn't want to tell Jack how he feels, knowing it will expose him as far more vulnerable than he has ever had any intention of being, so instead he keeps Jack by his side with long extensive blow jobs and takes all the time he can to fuck him, making it all last as long as possible.
So now Sawyer maintains his painstakingly slow pace, laving Jack's cock with his tongue, thoroughly tasting every inch of him, making him wet and hard and desperate. He can feel Jack's blood pounding through his swollen length, the skin taut and his stomach tight, holding back from giving in to Sawyer's ministrations. Sawyer smiles gently as he loosens his hold on Jack, leaning back and setting his hands flat on Jack's thighs, preparing to turn his slow grin to a knowing smirk, a tease on the tip of his tongue, ready to make Jack groan in frustration.
He is silenced before he can say a thing, Jack sinking to his knees in front of him and covering his mouth with his. Jack's strong hands immediately find the zipper of Sawyer's jeans and Sawyer gasps against Jack's lips when Jack wraps his fingers around his hard-on, slowly stroking him down as he pulls him out. Sawyer thinks maybe Jack is taking matters into his own hands to hurry things along but it soon becomes evident that all he plans on doing is returning the favor.
“Lay back,” he murmurs, pushing Sawyer gently back onto the tall grass, the surprisingly soft leaves cushioning his weight comfortably and making the hard ground underneath seem less so. Jack stops to take off his own jeans from around his ankles and tosses them aside before finishing the job of removing Sawyer's, tugging them down his legs and pulling off his heavy hiking boots. Sawyer watches him as he kneels by his feet, taking in the sight of Jack's erection pressing up against his flat stomach. His fingers itch to touch and he makes to sit up, reach for Jack, when Jack shakes his head. “Just lay back,” he repeats, shaking his head. Sawyer rolls his eyes and makes a small noise of distress, not wanting to follow his orders but doing so anyway.
Jack sits back on his heels and reaches behind them for Sawyer's backpack, digging out the small container of lube that Sawyer always brings to their clandestine meetings in the jungle. Sawyer raises an eyebrow at him, wondering which way this is all going to go. He had been planning on fucking Jack senseless but Jack seems to want to be in charge. Which is fine; it just isn’t how this normally tends to happen.
“What’re you doin’, Doc?” Sawyer asks when Jack twists off the cap and pours a generous amount along his fingers. In answer, Jack runs his other hand up the length of Sawyer’s strong leg, smiling gently.
“Spread for me, Sawyer,” he whispers, the order there but hidden in the softness of his voice. Sawyer doesn’t argue, opening his legs wide, a bit perplexed by Jack’s change in general attitude. He’s never taken this much upon himself; he’s always made Sawyer lead. But now Sawyer feels like he’s the one being seduced, Jack’s movements so sure and calm that he hardly seems like the anxious, edgy man who had walked into the clearing fifteen minutes ago.
What Sawyer doesn’t know is that within those fifteen minutes, Jack had made up his mind. About him, about Kate, about everything. He concentrates solely upon Sawyer for the first time since this all began, the only thing in the world that matters being the slow slide of his finger around Sawyer’s tight entrance, circling closer and closer to what he wants. He moves between Sawyer’s bent knees and leans over him, watching his face as he dips the tip of his finger into his narrow channel. Sawyer’s legs spread wider and his back arches off the ground just slightly, urging Jack to do more.
Jack pushes in farther, his finger slipping deep into Sawyer’s body. The muscles contract around his intrusion and then release, Sawyer’s body tensing and relaxing like he’s breathing Jack in and out, holding and releasing.
“How’s that?” Jack asks gently and Sawyer exhales a low moan.
“Fucking good, Doc,” Sawyer mumbles, his eyes drifting closed. Jack adds another finger, first slow and gentle and then spreading them apart, working Sawyer open. With each thrust of Jack’s hand Sawyer lets his hips rock upward to meet him, just a slight movement but enough to tell Jack just how ready and willing he is for Jack to keep going. Jack continues his movements long after he knows Sawyer is ready, driving Sawyer close to the edge and then pulling back, brushing over the swollen gland with sharp purpose and then gently teasing it, brushing over it or around it as he moves deeper. When he adds a third finger Sawyer groans loudly, his hands coming up from the ground and gripping Jack’s biceps hard, trying to urge him upward to get Jack’s mouth on his and Jack’s cock inside his body.
“Please, Jack…I want you to fuck me,” Sawyer mumbles and then hisses as Jack pushes hard on the perfect spot inside him, making his cock jump and another drop of pearly liquid seep from his already weeping tip. “You keep doin’ that I’m not gonna last.”
“I’d just get you ready all over again,” Jack replies and Sawyer lets out an amused but breathless chuckle.
“Never seen you like this, Doc.”
“Like what?” Jack’s voice wavers, the first sign that he’s holding up just as poorly as Sawyer is.
“Like this,” Sawyer says, nodding down to where Jack’s hand is still inside his body. “Like you’re happy you’re here, fuckin’ me.”
“I’m not fucking you,” Jack points out, withdrawing his hand and giving Sawyer a moment’s pause of confusion. A wicked grin comes over Jack’s face as he reaches beside their bodies blindly for the lube. “Yet.”
“See, you’re bein’ a cocky bastard. I’d nearly forgotten that about you.” Sawyer teases and Jack frowns.
“You don’t like it?”
“Are you kidding me? I fucking love it,” Sawyer retorts, bucking his hips up toward Jack impatiently. “Not having to convince you to fuck me is a nice change of pace.”
He forces himself up onto his elbows and snatches the tube from Jack’s loose grasp. He squeezes some into his palm and grips Jack’s cock, spreading the cold liquid over every inch of his thick length. Jack shudders and closes his eyes, his hands going to Sawyer’s shoulders and digging into his collarbone, urging toward Sawyer’s palm with small jerks of his hips as Sawyer coats him completely.
“God I fucking love your cock, Doc,” Sawyer murmurs as he strokes him, sounding amazed at how much he does, in fact, love it. He runs his hand down its length and his own cock quivers, the sight of Jack’s dark pink dick throbbing in his palm nearly making him come. “I need it inside me.”
“Yeah?” Jack is breathless, his stomach muscles pulled taut and his cock leaking over Sawyer’s fingers.
“Need it so bad. So fucking bad, Jack.”
“Oh fuck.” Jack reaches down and wraps his hand around his base, pressing hard. Sawyer keeps stroking him nonetheless and Jack lets out a pained groan before dipping his head and crushing his lips to Sawyer’s, his tongue surging into Sawyer’s open mouth. Sawyer lets go of his cock and instead clutches at his hips, pushing Jack down against him, groin against groin. They fall backward together since Sawyer can’t support himself and Jack lands against him heavily, Jack’s wet dick rubbing over Sawyer’s flat stomach. Sawyer tries to hold Jack there, thrusting up against him, the friction of their bodies driving him insane with lust, but Jack pulls away, moving back between Sawyer’s legs.
Jack grips himself firmly and lines up, brushing his head against Sawyer’s entrance. He takes a deep breath and pushes in slowly, so slowly that Sawyer thinks he might split apart before Jack entirely fills him. He can feel the stretch and burn of Jack’s swollen cock sliding inside his body, and he seems to throb in time with Sawyer’s heartbeat as Jack holds it there, buried to the hilt.
Sawyer is spread wide in front of Jack, laid out flat on his back with his legs pushed up, Jack’s hands hooked underneath his knees. His erection is standing at attention, dark and hard from the rush of blood, an inarguable sign of just how much Jack turns him on. He’s never felt this hard before, like his cock might actually burst from the pressure. He needs Jack to move, to touch him, to do something, but he remains still, his gaze locked on Sawyer’s face.
“Jack…oh, fuck, Doc…you gotta…” Sawyer can’t seem to focus his eyes, Jack’s beautiful face going blurry in front of him.
“You’re so tight, Sawyer,” Jack whispers and then pulls out inch by inch, both of them groaning in pleasure as he does so and then pushes back in. Sawyer’s eyes roll back in his head as their bodies connect completely, a collision of lust and love. “Can you feel me inside you?”
“Oh fuck yeah, I feel you, Jack. You’re so hard, you’re so…” Sawyer stops talking and just grunts as Jack thrusts into him again, harder and faster this time. Jack lets go of his knees and Sawyer wraps them around Jack’s waist as Jack changes his angle, leaning farther over Sawyer and supporting his weight with his arms, his hands on either side of Sawyer’s shoulders. “Oh god…!” Sawyer cries out as Jack hits his prostate, his body shaking and tightening.
He reaches down and grasps his own cock but Jack rips his hands away, taking his arms and pinning them down to the ground by his side.
“Hold out for me, please,” he begs desperately, closing his eyes and gasping for breath as he fucks Sawyer harder, pounding into him forcefully. “I want you to come inside me.”
“Jack…I…” Sawyer’s words are misplaced as Jack covers his mouth, his tongue slipping deep and then pulling back, drawing Sawyer’s out to tangle with his. Jack starts to move away as he starts to gasp for air but Sawyer follows him, pushing up hard off his elbows and sliding his hand around the back of Jack’s neck, tugging him back to continue the kiss. Jack quickly lets Sawyer guide him back down and Sawyer lies flat against the ground, tightening his legs around Jack’s back and holding him hard inside.
“I can’t hold on, Jack, you gotta…” Sawyer urges him on breathlessly and Jack thrusts once, twice, three times so hard into him that Sawyer swears he can feel the push go all the way up his spine and then Jack’s coming. Jack’s mouth opens but no sound comes out, his head spinning and his blood rushing so fast that he loses the ability to do anything except hold himself over Sawyer’s body.
Sawyer groans and bites hard on Jack’s lip to relieve his own pressure, his short fingernails digging into Jack’s back. He’s been careful about not leaving telltale signs up until now but he’s too far gone to think clearly and it doesn’t even occur to him that he’s just marked Jack inexplicably. But what Jack will tell Kate is beyond his comprehension at the moment. All his concentration is focused on holding back the orgasm that is begging to be released.
Jack is wet with sweat and his lip is bleeding as he finishes, warmth flooding Sawyer’s body as Jack goes soft inside of him. They both groan when Jack slips out, the connection broken. Tired and sated, Jack slowly straddles Sawyer’s chest and reaches back, wrapping his hand around Sawyer’s throbbing dick and guiding him toward his entrance.
Sawyer opens his mouth to mention lube but apparently Jack doesn’t care. He sinks down onto Sawyer’s cock, impaling himself with a strong thrust downward. Sawyer clutches at Jack’s thighs and then slides up to his waist, his palms fitting over the slant of Jack’s sharp hips. Jack’s wasted cock hangs between his legs and Jack is clearly exhausted, but he leans slightly forward and starts riding Sawyer with everything he has got. This is about Sawyer now, all of it.
“God you’re beautiful,” Sawyer chokes out before his eyes fall shut, Jack’s body squeezing around him. “Fuck…Jack, keep doin’ that, oh…” Jack’s rhythm and angle make his dick shudder inside him and Sawyer thrusts upward, perhaps harder than he should, and holds Jack down to him, grunting and groaning as Jack rocks over him. Just like that he is coming, unable to fight it anymore. He’s been holding it at bay for way too long and he comes explosively, everything drawing in and pulling taut and then spilling out uncontrollably.
He doesn’t know how long it takes until he comes back down but when he does he’s worried he might have blacked out because his body already feels relaxed and sated, all of the last aftershocks already a faint memory. Jack is above him, caressing his chest gently, Sawyer still inside him.
Sawyer slides his hands over Jack’s ass and then up his back, hooking under his arms and gripping his shoulder blades, pulling him down to him.
“You didn’t have to do that, y’know. Your hand woulda been just fine.” He whispers, his words sounding a little slurred in his post-orgasmic haze, his voice a lower rumbling purr than usual.
“You felt good.” Jack assures him, letting Sawyer roll his weight and move so Jack is underneath him, sliding out of him as he does so. Jack smiles softly.
“So did you.” Sawyer replies, running his hand over Jack’s stubbled cheek and then over the broken skin of his bottom lip. “Sorry ‘bout that…dunno what you’re gonna tell Kate.”
“I’ll figure something out. It’s just a split lip.”
“Yeah…just a split lip.” Sawyer kisses Jack gently. “That hurt?”
“A little. Not really.” Sawyer makes a noise of understanding and continues kissing him lightly, his lips moving in a caress rather than a crush. They relax into one another’s kiss and lie entwined on the jungle floor, a tangle of sweaty arms and legs, both of them too tired to move.
But someone else does, slowly backing away with shaky, uneven footsteps before turning and running back to camp, tears streaming down her freckled face.
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