Even Score - Part One
Series: Even Score
Part: 1/4
Pairing: Kate/Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set sometime in the future after 2x09 “What Kate Did”
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
“Come on, Doc…you scared I’ll beat ya?” Sawyer fans out the three darts in his fingertips, flashing Jack a taunting smile. Jack rolls his eyes and glances at Kate, who looks merely amused. She shrugs at him, not seeing why he’s resisting, because she knows Sawyer’s not going to let it go until he gives in.
“I have things to do, Sawyer,” Jack attempts to explain once more.
“What things? It’s eleven o’clock at night and you have freakin’ hatch duty. You ain’t got nothin’ else to do for the next 108 minutes except count down 108 minutes.”
“Exactly, Sawyer. I have hatch duty. Kate has hatch duty…what are you even doing down here?”
“Why’re your panties all in a twist? Am I…” He looks between Kate and Jack with a sly grin and a lascivious wink. “Interruptin’ somethin’?”
“No.”
“You guys got big plans tonight while you’re down here all by your lonesome?”
“Don’t be a pig, Sawyer,” Kate replies, disgusted, and Sawyer shrugs it right off.
“You didn’t answer my question, Sawyer.”
“Didn’t answer mine.” Jack shoots him the glare that Sawyer has become all too accustomed to, the one that signals Jack’s patience is almost gone. Usually after the glare’s arrival, things stopped being in good fun. “Fine. I’m here cause I can’t sleep and I’m bored outta my freaking mind. Happy?” Sawyer states.
“Why can’t we just play?” Kate looks at him expectantly, gesturing between the two of them. He lets out a guffaw.
“No offense, girlie, but you got about as much chance a hittin’ that dart board as we have of gettin’ off this damn island.”
“Gee, thanks, Sawyer,” Kate replies, but smiles because she knows he’s more than right. Darts are definitely not her forte. “You should just play, Jack. It won’t kill you to have a little fun anyway.”
“It just might,” he mumbles. Begrudgingly, he takes the darts from Sawyer’s grasp, and Sawyer grins triumphantly. He steps up to the line drawn on the floor and shoots Sawyer a look. “What are we playing?”
“301. You know how to play 301, dontcha?”
“Yeah, Sawyer, I know how to play 301.” Jack shakes his head and glances down at his toe to make sure he’s not stepping over. “What are we playing for?”
“Hells if I know.” He cocks Kate a smirk and she immediately shakes her head at him, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. “Winner gets a kiss.”
“No way, Sawyer,” Kate replies. Sawyer laughs.
“What? You gonna pretend you ain’t kissed both of us already? It’s just a little harmless lip, Sweetheart. What’s it gonna hurt?”
“How do you know I’ve kissed Jack?” Kate asks, annoyed. Sawyer just smirks again.
“If I didn’t know already, sure do know now, don’t I?” He turns to Jack. “Got a mouth on her, don’t she, Jackie Boy?”
“Are we going to play darts or what, Sawyer?” Jack demands, definitely not wanting to get into his and Kate’s personal business at the moment.
“You need to lighten up, Doc,” Sawyer says, gesturing for Jack to get out of his way. “And no one said you’d be going first.” Jack lets Sawyer have his way. “No double bullseyes…Don’t want to make this too easy for myself now.” Jack and Kate watch as he grips each dart one by one with his right hand and casually shoots them at the board, marking two 20’s and a bullseye. “90 points, Jackass, and I ain’t even right-handed.” He pulls his darts from the cork smugly.
Jack doesn’t say anything as he takes Sawyer’s place before the board, focusing intently. Swiftly, all three of his darts land in succession in the thin strip of the triple 20. Kate claps just once, happily, and lets out a laugh. Sawyer’s mouth falls partway open before he catches himself.
“Lucky shot.” He grunts, scowling.
“121 to 211,” Jack announces matter-of-factly. He knows enough not to gloat until he’s won. Sawyer grips his darts tightly in his hand, biting back his annoyance.
“That’s about to change,” Sawyer mutters to himself before throwing his first dart, which lands solidly in the 1. “Son of a…” He catches Kate giggling out the corner of his eye. “What you laughin’ at, Sassafras? At least I hit the damn board.”
“Yep, you sure showed me, Sawyer,” Kate replies, crossing her arms and sinking back into the couch, flipping idly through an old magazine. His next shots fare remarkably better, earning him 81 more points. He’s down to 129 - not enough. Jack is already leading and he’s ahead by a turn. Sawyer silently curses to himself as Jack steps to the line again, hoping the doctor screws it up. He doesn’t.
“Still think it was a fluke?” Jack asks him as his first dart sticks the triple 20 again.
“So you can hit 20s. Big deal. Everyone’s got a hot spot.”
“Uh-huh,” Jack agrees with a shrug. As if to prove him wrong, Jack hits the triple 18 instead.
“Gettin’ points ain’t all there is to it, ya know,” Sawyer points out, irked.
“Really? Thanks for the lesson,” Jack retorts as his last dart cuts through the air, hitting the 7 that he needs to win.
“Oh come on,” Sawyer turns away from the dartboard in frustration. Jack chuckles. Kate rises from her chair, glancing first at Sawyer and then at Jack, a tiny smile on her face. Sawyer glares at her, knowing she’s enjoying his humiliation and suspecting that she’s much happier that Jack has won that kiss. “Best of 3, Jackass.”
“You want to go again?” Jack collects his darts from the board, surprised.
“I got a handicap, I can’t shoot with my left hand.” He points to his shoulder, rolling it backwards and grimacing.
“Fine, then I’m shoot with my left, you shoot with your right. Even playing field,” Jack offers, not to be a good sport, but wanting Sawyer to have no excuses.
“Fine.”
“All right then.” Sawyer watches in annoyed amazement as Jack hits two bullseyes and a triple 17.
“You like a shark or somethin’, Doc?” Sawyer asks him. “Cause, that,” he points to the board, “Just ain’t right.”
“My father had a game room,” Jack says by way of explanation. “When he actually had the time, we played. Eventually I got sick of him humiliating me.”
“Oh,” is all Sawyer says in response. He holds Jack’s gaze for just a moment too long before Jack turns to pull his darts out of the board. Kate looks at Sawyer quizzically, wondering why suddenly his attitude disappeared. Sawyer feels her eyes on him and shoots her a look back. “What?” He snaps before turning back to the game. “So what’s your score then? 150?”
“Yeah.”
“Prepare to get your ass beat.”
Kate heads to the kitchen as Sawyer takes his turn. Jack watches her as she bends down to the bottom cupboard and rifles around for something.
“There. 150 to 148.” Kate drops a metal pan onto the hatch floor by accident and Sawyer’s head whips around toward her at the loud noise.
“Sorry,” she says sheepishly. “I was just getting out this.” She holds up a bottle of vodka. Sawyer claps his hands together and grins.
“Girl, you been holding out on us?”
“Where did you get that, Kate?” Jack asks.
“Found it a long time ago down here and stashed it. Saved it for a rainy day,” she says sheepishly. She opens it up and holds it out to Sawyer. He grabs it by the neck and brings the clear bottle to his lips.
“That’s awful,” he winces. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he hands the bottle back to Kate. She takes a sip and shrugs.
“But it’s booze.” Kate tips the bottle toward Jack. He shakes his head.
“No thanks.”
“Oh, don’t be an uptight prick, Jack, take a swig,” Sawyer orders him, grabbing the bottle and shoving it toward Jack. “One little drink ain’t gonna hurt.”
“Fine,” Jack takes the bottle from Sawyer and takes a small sip before handing it back. Sawyer refuses to take it back.
“Drink up, Doc.”
Jack takes a longer drag from the bottle to satisfy Sawyer, not wanting to deal with another argument, and then gives it back to Kate instead.
“You don’t got any cigarettes hidden down here too, do ya, Freckles?”
“Nope.”
“Damn. Guess that would’ve been too good to be true.”
“Hold that thought,” Jack holds up his hand and disappears into the bedroom and returns a moment later, pack of smokes in hand.
“You too, Doc? They say imitation is the sincerest form a flattery, but really, come on. You guys? Hording all this shit? What’s the deal with that?” He takes the pack from Jack in wonderment.
“I wasn’t hording them. I just saw them the other day. They’ve gotta be really old. I think they must’ve been Kelvin’s…they were in Desmond’s stuff.”
“Why do you think they were Kelvin’s?” Kate inquires.
“I don’t think Desmond smoked.”
“Now how would you know a thing like that?” Sawyer asks, puzzled.
“Long story,” Jack doesn’t want to get into it.
“And you’re giving these to me…why?” Sawyer opens the pack and pulls one out, bringing it to his lips.
“Feeling magnanimous.” He gestures to the dartboard. “My turn, right?”
“Yep.” By the time Sawyer has finished lighting his cigarette off the flame of the stove, Jack’s finished off the game. Sawyer lets out a long breath, smoke filling the air, and concedes Jack’s win with a glance toward Kate. “Go ahead, then. Winner gets a kiss, right?”
“There’s no need for that,” Jack waves the idea off, not wanting to kiss Kate in front of Sawyer, even though he knows Sawyer would have done so in a second. Sawyer takes a long drag of his cigarette, watching Jack intently, and then chuckles as he exhales. He taps ash onto the concrete floor and shakes his head, amused.
“Oh, quit bein’ a gentleman. There ain’t any need for that in this place,” Sawyer states. “You know you want to.” He raises an eyebrow at Kate. “You know she wants you to.”
“Stop being an ass, Sawyer,” Kate glares at him. He only smiles back.
“Seriously, Sawyer. This isn’t grade school. It’s just a kiss-“
“Exactly. What’s wrong with a wee itty-bitty kiss between friends? Cause that’s what you are, right? Friends?” Sawyer brings the cigarette back to his lips. He’s toying with them and getting a kick out of it.
“Yeah, we’re friends,” Jack states, exchanging an awkward look with Kate. They’re both uncomfortable and he knows it.
“And nothing more? Sure you don’t want to tack on ‘with benefits’ and be honest with your ol’ pal Sawyer?”
“Excuse me?” Sawyer chuckles as Jack tries to act surprised and offended.
“Come on, Doc, you tryin’ to tell me you and Kate never got down and dirty? Hell, we all know you done more than that.”
“What are you talking about, Sawyer?” Kate asks, sighing.
“I ‘preciate you tryin’ to hide it an’ all, really I do. If it’d been me, I would’ve grabbed her and kissed her by now, shown you what the real story was,” Sawyer says to Jack. “Bigger man than I, Jackie boy, bigger man.”
“Sawyer, make a point. I’m not-”
“I’m just sayin’…” Sawyer cuts Jack off, holding his hands up. “Next time you guys want to make off for a little late night love session, you might want to go farther away from camp, is all.” He pauses, cocking his head toward Kate. “Never took you for a screamer, Freckles.” Sawyer winks at her and her eyes narrow at him, even though a light blush tinges her cheeks. He turns his head toward Jack, finding the other man looking both embarrassed and angry. “So just kiss her already, Doc. Ain’t nobody’s feelins here gonna get hurt.”
“Fine.” Jack’s tone is clipped and annoyed. Kate shoots Sawyer a look of defiance before moving toward Jack. Sawyer leans back against the kitchen counter as Jack pulls Kate into his arms, his lips finding hers. They kiss one another deeply but quickly, keeping it short and sweet, doing it just to shut Sawyer up.
Sawyer doesn’t deny that it still hurts. But that’s what he wanted. The hurt is familiar, manageable.
At least now it’s in the open, so he doesn’t have to pretend that he doesn’t notice Kate and Jack sneaking off into the jungle and coming back later with clothes rumpled and stained with dirt and grass in Kate’s hair. He doesn’t have to pretend that every time he sees the two of them talking, he doesn’t think of stumbling across them out in the jungle, naked bodies pressed together as they made love by the waterfall, totally lost in one another. Maybe now the image will stop burning in his mind, endlessly taunting him with what he can’t have.
“There. Happy now?” Kate snaps at him as she pulls away from Jack.
“Ecstatic,” Sawyer replies, picking up the bottle of vodka and flinching as alcohol stings his lips and burns his throat all the way down. Kate rolls her eyes and walks away from him. Sawyer can feel Jack glaring at him without looking. “What?”
“Why do you have to be such an asshole? She was trying to-“
“I know what she was tryin’ to do, Doc,” Sawyer spits out. “Don’t know why you went along with it though.”
“I don’t follow you.”
“It don’t make you crazy that she wanted to spare my feelins?”
“Yeah, it gets to me, Sawyer. But I understand where she’s coming from.”
“That why Ana don’t got a clue what’s goin’ on either?” Jack doesn’t answer. “Thought so.”
“I guess Kate and I just don’t see the point of hurting people for no reason.”
“That’s the difference ‘tween you and me, I guess.”
“Guess so.”
Sawyer puts out his cigarette in the sink and looks at Jack critically.
“You don’t got the guts to really hurt someone. Lack the passion.” He comments. “Maybe that’s why you kiss like a schoolboy,” Sawyer smirks at Jack.
“Oh god, Sawyer, are you really going there?” Jack laughs outright. “You think you’re going to get me riled up with that?”
“Kate, that kinda kissin’ really get you all hot and bothered?” Sawyer asks, pulling her back into the conversation. He walks over to her and she crosses her arms in front of her chest and stares him down. “I think you need a real man to show you how it’s done.” Without warning he grabs her and kisses her, almost violently. She shoves him off of her and within seconds Jack is in his face.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Sawyer?”
“Just giving you guys some tips,” he replies. And then his lips are on Jack’s. It takes a second for Jack to react and he takes advantage, slipping his tongue quickly into Jack’s mouth as Jack gasps in surprise. The kiss is passionate while it lasts, which isn’t long. Sawyer pulls away before Jack is even able to get his bearings and shove him off. He leans back against the wall with a triumphant smile, looking between both Kate and Jack’s stunned faces. “It really needs some work, Jack.”
“Sawyer, have you gone crazy?” Kate’s voice is the highest in pitch he’d ever heard it. Kate looks to Jack, who is still staring at Sawyer, dumbfounded. “Why would you do that?” Sawyer shrugs, not really having an answer and enjoying the look on Jack’s face.
Jack slowly shakes himself from his shock, and contempt, coupled with pity, creeps into his eyes. Sawyer preferred it when he was shocked.
“You are so…profoundly screwed up, Sawyer,” Jack finally says. “I don’t even know why I bother.” Shaking his head sadly, he turns from him and walks into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Sawyer watches the door close, his smile slowly fading from his face.
“You want to tell me what that was about, Sawyer?” Kate demands as soon as the door clicks shut. “What the hell is the matter with you?”
“Ain’t nothin’ the matter with me. Just havin’ a bit a fun, doll.”
“There is something so wrong with you…I don’t even know where to start.”
“You jealous, sweetheart?” Sawyer asks her, urging the grin back onto his face. “Didn’t like me kissin’ your boyfriend?”
“Is that what this is about, Sawyer?”
“Is that what what is about?”
“Cause if you’re trying to make me jealous, I would think you would’ve tried to hook up with someone else. Ana, maybe. Not kiss Jack. That doesn’t even make any sense.”
“Never said it was rational, Freckles.” Kate stares at him and it’s clear a series of confusing thoughts are rushing through her head at a furious pace. Suddenly her expression clears, realization dawning.
“Do you want Jack, Sawyer?”
“What?”
“I asked if you want Jack. Because that’s the only explanation I can think of.”
“Look, I was just riling him up. That don’t mean-“
“It’s not just the kiss, Sawyer. It’s everything.”
“What is ‘everything’?”
“You take every opportunity you can to get under his skin.”
“Well that can’t be helped. It’s too fucking easy, how could you ‘spect me not to?”
“Everything you do is about pushing his buttons. Flirting with me, insulting Ana Lucia, taking stuff from the hatch, generally being an all-around asshole…Is it all about Jack?”
Sawyer doesn’t say anything as Kate stares at him, her eyes filled with fiery anger and distrust.
“Sawyer, answer me.”
“It ain’t about either of you in p’ticular, Sweetness.”
“What does that mean?”
“Let’s just say that I don’t like him fucking you any more than I like you fucking him.” He keeps his eyes trained on Kate’s face, taking in her expression, first seeing surprise and confusion and then understanding.
“How…how long have you…have you felt this way all along?”
“I dunno,” Sawyer shifts on the balls of his feet and shoves his hands in his pockets, finally breaking their gaze. “I s’pose so.”
“Sawyer…”
“I didn’t tell ya so you could pity me, Freckles. I told ya so you’d shut the hell up. Figured now that you know, you’d leave it alone.”
“That’s what you want me to do? Freak over it and then shut you out?”
“Not many other options, are there?” Sawyer asks, laughing cynically.
“I don’t think you told me to push me away, Sawyer. I think you want in.”
“In?”
“With me and Jack. You want to be a part of it.”
“Sassafras, even if that was true, which it ain’t, you think I’m crazy enough to think Jack would ever, in a million years, go for somethin’ like that?”
Kate falls silent, clearly thinking something over inside her head.
“What?” Sawyer asks her as a slow grin creeps across her face. Without an explanation, she turns on her feel and goes into the bedroom, leaving the door half open behind her.
Sawyer doesn’t move, not sure what he’s supposed to do now. So he just waits for her to come back.
********
Jack looks up from his place on the edge of the bottom bunk as Kate enters the room, lifting his head from his hands.
“You all right?”
“I don’t get him, Kate,” He says, exasperated. “I mean, Sawyer’s done some pretty fucked up things in the short time that I’ve known him, but never anything like this.”
“Don’t let it get to you, Jack. It was just a kiss, right?”
“It’s not the kiss, Kate. It’s him. I am so sick of trying to be the good guy here. How much am I supposed to take from him? When is enough enough?”
“I don’t know,” Kate sighs. She bends down in front of him, putting her hands on his knees and rubbing them gently, trying to comfort him. “You should just try and forget it,” she suggests, moving her hands up slightly, her fingers touching his thighs.
“Kate…” Jack starts, surprised. “What…here? Now?” He tries to push her hands off of him but she persists, smiling.
“Yeah, here, now,” she says, putting her hands back where she wants them. “We were planning on it anyway…just because Sawyer’s here…”
”But he is here, Kate. We can’t…not when he’s right out there.” Jack tries to push her away again, glancing toward the door nervously.
“Just relax, Jack. Don’t worry about Sawyer. This is when enough is enough. Right now. We’ve been planning this for a week. It’s been the only thing keeping me going, the thought of being with you in a real bed, with real sheets, a real mattress…being able to fall asleep, spend an entire night together, to not have to worry about getting back before people notice...”
“I know…it’s kind of all I’ve been thinking about too,” Jack admits, blushing and laughing lightly. Kate moves her hands back to his legs, knowing she’s won the battle.
“Then come here,” Kate smiles back, leaning forward, meeting him halfway. His lips meet hers, sweetly at first, but then quickly they both abandon all timidity, attacking one another with barely contained desperation and lust. Kate groans as Jack’s tongue duels with hers, each of them struggling for control over the kiss. “God it’s been too long,” she whispers, pulling away from him and pulling her shirt over her head. She throws it aside and quickly helps him remove his, sending it to join hers on the floor.
She kisses him again before moving her mouth downward, blazing a trail down his neck and his chest, down his stomach, stopping above the waistband of his jeans. She looks back up at him and cocks him a wicked smile before unfastening his jeans and unzipping him eagerly.
“Kate…Kate, we have all night. You can slow down,” Jack assures her, stopping her hands with his.
“I don’t want to slow down,” Kate tells him, shaking off his touch and finishing the job. “Help me out here.” Jack semi-reluctantly helps her take off his jeans and boxers and sits back down on the edge of the bed. She stands and takes off her own jeans, standing before him. “You know, Sawyer kissing you…I probably shouldn’t admit this, but it was really hot.”
“What?”
“Really hot.”
“Kate.”
“Just saying. “ Kate shrugs before kneeling down in front of him. She takes his cock firmly in her hand, giving him a firm stroke. Jack’s whole body visibly tightens and he lets out a tiny gasp. “You didn’t like it at all?” She moves her hand again; no matter how many times she and Jack are intimate, watching him get hard for her never ceases to arouse her completely.
Every time she’s in wonder at it, seeing Jack react to her. It’s one of the few times she ever sees him with his guard down, when he relents in his constant pursuit of being better, stronger, smarter. Alone, with her, he stops being in charge and trying to have all the answers. He always has to be Jack the leader, Jack the provider, Jack the doctor. It’s times like these, when he’s pliant in her grasp, that he’s only Jack and nothing else.
“Kate,” Jack murmurs, his breath hitching. “Could we talk about that later? Sometime…when we’re not…I mean, when you’re not…” He gives up on the sentence, eyelids closing as Kate wraps her mouth around his tip, her hand pumping him fast and hard.
She thinks she hears Sawyer moving out in the kitchen as she applies pressure to Jack’s sensitive head; she hopes that Sawyer’s gotten the point. He can either take the chance and come in or he can leave. Either way, she’s fine with it. She can share Jack with him for one night, if that’s what he wants. If he doesn’t, then she’s more than okay with having Jack completely to herself.
Kate takes Jack in slowly, guiding him between her lips with her hand, taking note of every single erotic sound he makes as she envelopes him. Her tongue helps urge him along, sliding along the underside of his hard cock, feeling the vein pulsating underneath his skin.
Once he’s completely within her mouth, she holds him there, sucking hard but not moving. Her hands move over his chest, feeling his body blindly and enjoying the feel of his muscles under her fingertips and palms. Slowly Kate begins to move, pulling her lips off of him entirely before taking him back in.
It’s then that she sees his shadow against the wall behind Jack, darkening the doorway, the shift in light letting her know what decision Sawyer has made. She glances up toward Jack, making sure his eyes are still closed, finding happily that they are.
Sawyer watches from his position in the doorway, taking in the sight of Kate sucking Jack off. His cock hardens in response to the visual ecstasy laid out before him, finding the sight of Kate’s head bobbing between Jack’s legs the hottest thing he’s seen in a very long time. She’s clad in nothing but a pair of black panties and a white bra, one of the straps falling off of her delicate shoulder. Her long dark brown hair brushes against the inside of Jack’s thighs as she moves. Jack is leaning back on his elbows, his head tipped down toward Kate, his eyes shut tightly.
Jack’s mouth opens in a gasp and for a second Sawyer wonders what it would be like to invade him, first with his tongue and then with his dick, thrusting into that wet heat, feeling Jack get him off just like Kate is getting him off now. He suspects that Jack might be utterly mindblowing at giving head, even if the good doctor doesn’t know it himself quite yet.
Jack mutters something that sounds like a curse and his head tilts back, his neck arching as Kate apparently does something to him that he rather likes. For a moment Sawyer thinks he’s caught, that Jack had seen him as he brought his head up and back, but if Jack saw him, he shows no sign of it.
Then Sawyer finds himself standing beside Kate and doesn’t know how he got there, only that he couldn’t help it. He clutches the edge of the top bunk tightly, his gaze fixated on Jack’s cock as Kate’s lips move up and down it, taking him in and out at an ever increasing pace. He wants it to be his mouth, his lips. He wants to taste Jack, to lick him and suck him until he’s begging for mercy, pleading to come.
Kate must know, because one of her hands moves to the top of his jeans and she tugs him downwards, bringing him to his knees. She pulls away from Jack and grasps him with her hand instead, as if offering Jack’s quivering, wet hardness to him for the taking.
He takes.
Jack’s eyes snap open as Kate’s soft mouth and velvety hair are replaced by the harshness of another mouth, eager and insistent, and the roughness of a decidedly male face between his thighs. He sits bolt upright, swearing, even as his hips thrust into Sawyer’s waiting mouth. His body likes the sensation even if his mind doesn’t. He looks to Kate, who is kneeling beside Sawyer, staring at Sawyer working him, unable to look anywhere else.
“Kate, what the…Sawyer, stop…Sawyer!” Jack’s voice cracks as he tries to push Sawyer off of him. Sawyer ignores him, knowing if he stops that he’s going to get punched in the face, while if he continues what he’s doing, Jack just might give in. Despite his surprise, Jack is still twitching inside Sawyer’s mouth, harder than ever.
Kate climbs up on the bed next to Jack and puts her hand on his chest, stifling his protests with a deep kiss, her tongue mimicking Sawyer’s movements.
“Kate,” Jack pleads against her lips. “Oh fuck…” he mutters, feeling the sensitive tip of his penis brush the back of Sawyer’s throat, realizing Sawyer is about to deep throat him. “Sawyer, you have to stop.” Jack wants to sound angry, but his words are breathless, tinged with arousal. He looks to Kate, unable to understand why this is happening.
“Just stop thinking, Jack,” she whispers in his ear. She takes his hand and guides it down his chest and stomach to find Sawyer’s head, twining their fingers together in his golden hair. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Let it feel good.”
“This is crazy,” he says. “This isn’t…oh god,” Jack thrusts into Sawyer’s mouth, not able to stop the instinctual response. “This isn’t…I’ve never…god, this can’t be happening.” He glances downward toward Sawyer and then throws his head back, not able to take the sight of the other man sucking on him.
“We can stop,” Kate murmurs, her tongue darting out and dipping into his ear. “You want to stop?”
Jack doesn’t respond, not wanting to stop but not ready to say so. Kate moves from his ear and slides off the bed, joining Sawyer on the floor. She pulls Sawyer away and takes his place for a few moments, then lets Sawyer back, each of them alternating putting their mouths on him. Jack lets out another string of curses, not able to stop himself. They each feel so different, and they both feel so fucking good. Kate’s mouth is soft and gentle, always moving slow and sensuously, drawing out his pleasure in the way that women always seem to, thinking the longer it takes, the better it is. Sawyer is attacking him like he wants him to come hard and fast, impatient for release the way most men usually are. The rough stubble of Sawyer’s face burns against his sensitive skin, in counterpoint to the softness of Kate’s long hair rubbing Jack’s thighs when her head moves.
“Sawyer…” Kate whispers his name and Jack opens his eyes again, finding Kate whispering something into Sawyer’s ear. Sawyer glances up, meeting Jack’s eyes for the first time since the encounter began. Jack quickly looks away as if he’s scared.
Sawyer moves behind Kate, his hand sliding up the small of her back, tracing her spine as she bends to take Jack’s entire length back in her mouth. He unsnaps her bra and pulls it slowly from her body, then tugs her underwear over her hips and down her legs, gently bending one leg up and back at a time to remove them.
Then he stands, pulling his t-shirt over his head and then unzipping his jeans. Jack’s hips jerk upward toward Kate’s mouth as Sawyer shoves his jeans off and takes his erection in hand. He strokes himself slowly while he gets down on his knees behind Kate, positioning himself at her entrance.
Finally his eyes lock on Jack’s, knowing the time to turn back is now. Jack finds a mixture of emotions welling in Sawyer’s gaze: fear, lust, worry, impatience…he doesn’t know what to make of them all. The only thing he’s used to seeing in Sawyer’s countenance is resentment or sarcastic amusement.
“Last chance, Jack,” Sawyer states, his voice wavering. Jack lifts both his hands and cups Kate’s face, pulling her off of him. He looks in her eyes, questioning. She nods back at him, once, twice. Jack looks past her at Sawyer and nods again.
Sawyer penetrates Kate with painstaking slowness, burying himself in her entirely and remaining there, unmoving. Jack is focused intently on Kate’s face, watching her as Sawyer enters her body. Sawyer is amazed to realize that the expression on Jack’s face is one of arousal, of desire. Jack is getting turned on by this, by Sawyer fucking her. He moves once, experimentally, and Kate gasps in pleasure.
“She’s so tight, Jack.” He thrusts into her once more, deeply. “So fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ wet. She like this for you?” His hands find her hips, guiding her movements against his, impaling her again and again on his cock. Kate’s hands are grasping Jack’s thighs tightly; she is gasping too much to take Jack back into her mouth. Jack is leaking now, a trail of come dripping down his erection, wanting desperately for Kate to give him what he needs.
Sawyer stops moving, pausing and allowing Kate to catch her breath. His eyes find Jack’s again, watching him intensely even as he speaks to Kate. He can hear Kate gasping, struggling to breathe, but all he can focus on is the darkness in Jack’s brown eyes. He’d never seen Jack turned on before, never seen him want anything. His envy for Kate triples; if he had known Jack looked like this, he would’ve taken this risk a lot sooner.
No wonder Jack and Kate’s trips into the jungle had been growing more frequent and careless; he would’ve taken Jack anytime, any place, seeing the look on his face now.
“Make him come, Kate,” Sawyer demands, the words coming from the back of his throat more like a growl. He’s no longer seeking permission to be here; he knows somehow that he needs to be the one in charge, that Jack needs him to be. Jack closes his eyes, trying to fight back the surge of intense desire he feels at Sawyer’s words. When he opens them again, Sawyer is still staring at him. Just that alone sends another jolt through his body.
“Please don’t stop, don’t stop,” Kate begs Sawyer, groaning, her words like a whimper.
“Then you better do what I tell ya,” Sawyer states. As soon as Jack is once again in her mouth, Sawyer begins to move within her, working back up to where they had previously been. Soon she is gasping again, letting Jack go as a long moan escapes her lips. Sawyer stops.
“Keep going.” It’s Jack this time, his words sounding more like an order than a plea. Sawyer hesitates, wanting Kate to finish Jack, not wanting to come before he does. Jack slowly reaches down with his own hand and gives himself a firm stroke. “For God’s sake, keep going, Sawyer.”
Sawyer starts pounding into Kate again almost involuntarily, his hips bucking of their own accord. He and Jack fall into a rhythm, matching stroke for thrust, Sawyer driving Kate to the brink and Jack watching it all play out before him. Jack’s gaze drifts downward to Kate’s face. She says something to him in a strangled whisper, almost inaudible, but Jack must hear it, because he reacts to it, hesitating for a split second before suddenly shifting gears, pumping himself faster; Sawyer can’t keep up, though he tries.
Jack and Kate are staring at one another, sharing something that Sawyer isn’t a part of. He doesn’t like it, though he knows he is in the role of the outsider here, the one-time only guest star. He bends forward and wraps one arm around Kate’s waist, his other hand grabbing her left shoulder. He pulls her backward from her position on all fours until she’s only on her knees, her back flush against him.
Her head rests against his shoulder as he catches Jack’s eye again, wanting his stare to land on both of them, on Sawyer’s hands wandering over Kate’s body. He caresses her soft breasts, massaging the flesh with the palms of his hands, his fingers working to tease her nipples. Just the feel of her reacting to his touch is enough, but knowing that Jack is watching makes it ten times better. He wonders how many times Jack has done this, his hands exploring Kate’s body in the dead of night, while everyone else was sleeping.
Sawyer slips one of his hands downward, over the flat plane of Kate’s tight stomach, seeking the downy softness and hot wetness between her legs. He finds the right spot easily, all of his years of one night stands having taught him more than how to make a quick exit. Kate comes fast and hard, squeezing around him, holding him tight and urging him to come along with her. He can’t stop himself from losing control, though he tries to hold it back. It’s been too long and he’s already lasted longer than he could reasonably expect.
He pumps into her, emptying himself entirely, letting her milk him dry. His grunts are mixed with her groans as they ride it out, extracting every last ounce of pleasure that they can from it. As Sawyer’s mind clears and his eyes focus, he glances at Jack, who has stopped touching himself, his fingers clutching the blanket underneath him.
“Jack…” Sawyer starts, wondering why he’s stopped.
“Fuck…” Jack breathes out, reaching down without looking and stroking himself hard and fast a couple of times, just enough to find release. Hot creamy liquid flows over his stomach, white against his tan chest. “God damn it,” Jack sounds angry at himself. He falls back onto the mattress, bringing his hands to his face, covering his eyes.
Sawyer slowly eases out of Kate, letting her go to him, watching as she climbs onto the bed beside him.
“Jack,” she whispers, prying one of his hands from his face. “Jack, are you all right?”
“I can’t…I can’t believe what we just did,” he says, shaking his head. He’s clearly upset, distraught. “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, Kate…I’m so sorry.”
“Hey,” Kate wraps her hand around his, moving closer to him. “Hey, look at me.” She grabs Jack’s chin with her other hand, turning his face toward hers. “There’s no reason to apologize. I wanted this. Sawyer wanted this. We’re the ones who started it, not you. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I can’t…I just…” Jack sits up, shaking off Kate’s touch gently. “I need a second here…” he gets up off the bed and grabs his boxers from the floor, pulling them on.
“Jack.” Sawyer says his name forcefully, trying to keep him from leaving. Jack leaves anyway, heading out the door before either Sawyer or Kate can stop him. Kate makes a move to get off the bed and follow him, but Sawyer holds up his hand, signaling for her to wait. “I got it.”
*******
Jack hurries to the bathroom, biting back tears of confusion that are threatening to escape. He feels overwhelmed by it all, too many emotions bombarding him from every direction to pinpoint even one to deal with. A loud sob escapes him as he reaches the safety of the sterile concrete room, the cry echoing in its emptiness.
He brings a hand up to his face to hold it in, trying to gain some control over himself. He wipes his face and goes to the sink. He stares at his reflection in the mirror for a moment before turning on the water, wondering how the man he sees could’ve possibly let something like this happen. He closes his eyes, intense images invading his thoughts. It’s hard to believe that the memories are actually his. Sawyer’s mouth on his cock. Sawyer fucking Kate - he had experienced those things? Taken part in them? And willingly?
Jack turns the handle of the sink harshly, the rusty joints squeaking as hot water starts pouring into the sink. He grabs a nearby towel and dips it into the stream of water, cleaning himself up, wiping his stomach, getting rid of the evidence. He rinses out the towel thoroughly, not wanting to explain the telling stain if anyone happens to see his laundry.
Clutching the wet rag in his right hand, he leans over the sink again, studying his reflection carefully. He’s unable to reconcile the man he sees with the man he thought he was. A man who, up until half an hour ago, would’ve said that his closest experience to a threesome was being kissed by two overeager, drunken girls who had pulled him into a bedroom at a college party and attempted to undress him in five seconds flat. They hadn’t succeeded. He was out the door before they even realized he was gone. He’d never told anyone about it, knowing he’d be mocked for passing up a chance like that. But he simply wasn’t that kind of guy.
Or so he thought. Apparently, he is.
“You okay, Doc?” Sawyer’s voice cuts into his reverie. Jack snaps his head toward the sound of his voice and finds Sawyer standing in the doorway, jeans hanging loose around his waist.
“Not really,” Jack mumbles, chuckling morosely.
“Yeah…didn’t think so.” Sawyer taps his fists together, one on top of the other, as he slowly approaches Jack. He comes to a stop beside him at the sink, meeting Jack’s eyes in the mirror. “So what’s creeping you out more? Me screwing her, or blowing you?”
“I have to choose?” Jack mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. Sawyer sighs. “And you’re okay with this?” Jack turns to face him, exasperated.
“Wouldn’t a done it if I wasn’t.”
“Was this about getting Kate?” Jack asks. “Because I don’t understand this at all.”
“Sure, it’s ‘bout her. ‘Bout you too.” Sawyer shoves his hands in his pockets and squares his shoulders. “Sometimes it’s more ‘bout you.”
“Sawyer…” Jack is confused, bewildered. Sawyer’s attraction to him is a completely foreign concept, one that he hadn’t even known existed until half an hour ago when Sawyer had unexpectedly kissed him.
“I think Kate thought maybe you’re wanted it too. Even if ya didn’t know it.”
“Is that what she thought?” Jack laughs sardonically.
“Maybe. Seems that way.” Sawyer shrugs. He eyes Jack carefully. “’Sides, wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jack doesn’t say anything in response but his eyes shift nervously. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
“This…this isn’t who I am, Sawyer. I’m not the kind of person who…”
“Well now you are,” Sawyer replies with a tiny shrug of his right shoulder. “It don’t gotta be a bad thing.”
“No one can get anything but hurt by this. You see that, right?” Jack steps back from Sawyer, who only takes another step closer.
“Only person stands to get hurt here is me, Doc, and I’m fine with that.” Sawyer keeps moving closer and Jack keeps retreating until his back collides with the wall. Sawyer pins him against it, not letting him escape. “If you want me, Jack, want me. Don’t pretend you don’t just ‘cause you’re scared a what might happen.”
“I’m not scared, Sawyer.”
“You ain’t?”
“No. I’m terrified.” Jack states, looking directly into Sawyer’s eyes. “And if you had any sense, you would be too.”
“Well in all my years, nobody ever claimed I had that,” Sawyer replies, smirking slightly before crushing his lips against Jack’s, his hands cradling Jack’s face, tilting Jack’s head at different angles as he twists his tongue against his, each kiss invading a different part of his mouth. When he draws away, Jack is breathless, his eyes wild.
“Thought maybe I could kiss you senseless,” Sawyer grins. “Then we wouldn’t have a problem.”
“Yeah…” Is all Jack manages to say. He stares fixatedly at Sawyer’s face; Sawyer can’t get a read on what he’s thinking. Usually he’s able to tell, no matter the person. Jack’s expression has too much going on or not enough - he’s not sure. He’s either thinking way too many thoughts or is too stunned to think anything at all. “Try again.”
The two little words take Sawyer by surprise.
But that doesn’t stop him from obliging Jack’s request.
Kate enters the bathroom a moment later, finding Sawyer holding Jack against the wall, kissing him passionately. Jack’s hands grope Sawyer’s body blindly, frantically, desperate for something to hold onto. Both of them seem lost in one another, unaware that she’s even there. She feels a small pang of jealousy that is quickly outpaced by arousal as she realizes Sawyer is working Jack’s boxers down his hips, Jack’s own hands fumbling with Sawyer’s fly.
“Looks like you boys could use a cold shower,” she says, turning on the faucet and sprinkling some cool water in their direction. Jack tears his mouth from Sawyer and looks at her.
“Kate,” he says, gasping for air. Sawyer takes advantage of the moment apart to finish taking off Jack’s boxers and then steps away to take off his own jeans. He glances at Kate and gestures to her clothing. She had slipped on Jack’s t-shirt.
“You’re overdressed, Freckles,” He tells her. She smiles crookedly at him and then looks at Jack before pulling it over her head. Jack reaches out and wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her to him.
“Not in here,” she murmurs against his kiss. She takes him by the hand and leads him out of the bathroom, nodding her head at Sawyer and indicating for him to follow. They make their way down the hallway slowly, not able to stop from touching one another, hands drifting over hips and arms as they drift blindly toward their final destination.
Kate pauses in the kitchen to grab the bottle of vodka from the counter, evidently on her way back to the bedroom. Sawyer decides they’ve gone far enough, taking the moment’s hesitation as an opportunity to grab Kate and lift her up onto the counter, kissing her deeply.
Sawyer knows Jack is just standing there, next to them, waiting to see what’s going to happen. Sawyer grabs his hand and pulls him in, moving away from Kate and letting Jack take his place.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs in Jack’s ear, kissing his neck before he walks away. He leaves the pair kissing in the kitchen and goes into the bedroom where Jack keeps his medical supplies, returning with a container of lotion.
He stops behind Jack, pressing close, his erection against Jack’s lower back, letting him know he’s excited. Sawyer reaches around and finds he’s not the only one ready to go. He grasps Jack tightly, guiding him toward Kate’s entrance. Kate whimpers in anticipation as Jack’s tip enters her, Sawyer’s fingers brushing against her intimately while he pushes Jack inside.
“Oh god,” Kate moans and Sawyer glances up from what he’s doing and finds both Jack and Kate are watching their bodies joining. Sawyer removes his hand and Jack shoves forward slightly, finishing the job, burying himself to the hilt. Kate wraps her legs around Jack’s waist, pulling herself tighter around him, her body at the edge of the counter. Their mouths meet once again, holding one another for a moment before starting in earnest.
As Jack begins thrusting into Kate, Sawyer grabs the lotion once again and squirts some into his hand. He shivers as the cool liquid hits his skin, and again as he moves his hand over his dick, coating himself with it. He slips his hand over Jack’s ass, the tight muscles contracting underneath his touch as Jack pounds into Kate.
Kate is making the most exquisite little noises as Jack fucks her. Sawyer always loved those noises; every woman he’d ever screwed sounded different. Her arms are wrapped tightly around Jack’s shoulders, holding herself up in a sitting position. Her fingers claw at his back, leaving red marks. Jack would have a lot of explaining to do if anyone saw him shirtless over the next few days.
Pouring more lotion into his palm, he dips his fingers in it and then slides them over Jack’s ass, finding his tight entrance and coating it with cool slickness. Jack gasps against Kate’s mouth loudly, his body tensing.
“Say the word and I won’t, Jack,” Sawyer murmurs into Jack’s ear. Jack only closes his eyes and moves his hips against Kate’s harder. Sawyer slides a finger into Jack, taking it little by little. Jack is tight, unwilling. Gradually Jack relaxes around him, letting him add a second finger, working him slowly.
Sawyer uses his other hand to grasp one of Kate’s ankles, peeling her leg from Jack’s waist, then the other. She understands that she’s in the way and lets go of Jack’s body, laying onto the cool tile of the counter, flat on her back.
As soon as she and Jack both adjust to this new angle, Sawyer penetrates Jack, biting back a groan and trying hard to be patient as he eases in slowly. Jack lets out a strangled moan, both in pain and pleasure, thrusting once, hard, into Kate, and then stopping as his body reacts to this unfamiliar invasion.
“You okay?” Sawyer grunts, his hands clutching at Jack’s hips, hard, needing to do something as his body begs him to keep going. Jack is quiet for a moment, unmoving, and then nods. Sawyer draws out and then pushes back in, still trying hard to be gentle.
Kate’s eyes traverse Jack’s face as Sawyer enters him, watching the clear and harsh pain ease away into erotic pleasure. She can see Sawyer’s hands on Jack’s hips, see glimpses of his thighs and stomach, his arms and his head, behind Jack, and knows from his movements that he’s inside. The thought of Sawyer fucking Jack is strange and unbelievable, but also unbelievably sexy. Sawyer is fucking Jack. She turns the phrase over in her head a few times, trying to get a handle on it, but then she loses the ability to think, Jack finally back in control and thrusting into her.
“Jack…”
“Kate…”
“Jack, shit, fuck…”
“Sawyer…”
“Jack…”
“Harder, Jack, god, harder.”
Jack bends forward slightly, his hands covering Kate’s breasts, his fingers tugging and pinching her as his body slams into hers. Kate covers his hands with hers, urging him on, making him touch her harshly, roughly. Sawyer’s hands leave Jack’s waist, one landing against Jack’s sculpted abs, guiding his motions, while the other finds the place where their bodies join, his fingers alternately rubbing Kate and squeezing Jack.
“Oh holy shit…” Jack glances down at Sawyer’s hand and then back at Kate. Her body tightens in response to him, finding Jack in the throes of passion, all his inhibitions gone, his face showing nothing but pure ecstasy. Sawyer sucks on Jack’s neck, biting and licking the mark he’s left behind.
“God you feel so fucking good, so fucking good, Jack.” His teeth tug on Jack’s ear and Kate moans at the sight of it.
“Oh fuck, Sawyer…” she breathes out.
“Sawyer, don’t stop, that’s…oh…god.”
For a moment there’s nothing but the sound of their bodies coming together and sliding apart, as if they’ve all lost the ability to speak. Jack abandons all hope of keeping this going, not able to control himself any longer. Kate’s body feels it too and she gives herself permission to let go, heat pooling between her thighs.
“Just like that, Jack, just like-“ Kate’s voice escalates until she’s crying out as she comes, her body arching violently off the counter. A guttural moan rips through Jack at the same time that Sawyer swears out loud, both of them coming together. She can feel Jack quake within her body, pulsing four times inside her, filling her completely.
“Oh fuck…!” Sawyer moans, his fingers digging into Jack’s hips as he explodes into him, all of Jack’s muscles clenching around him and holding him inside until he finishes.
Jack is trembling as first Sawyer pulls out of him, Jack’s knees almost giving out as he then pulls out of Kate. Sawyer steadies him, seeming almost concerned. Kate lays on the counter staring up at the fluorescent ceiling lights, her chest heaving. She’s never felt so satisfied and utterly exhausted at the same time.
“Everyone okay?” Jack asks. Kate and Sawyer both laugh.
“More than okay, Doc,” Sawyer responds.
“I’m great.” Kate grins, managing to sit up, running a hand through her hair. “You?”
“Yeah, I’m…I’m actually fine. I’m all right.”
“Fine? All right?” Sawyer exclaims. “That’s all we’re gonna get?”
“I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact this happened at all, give me a minute here. ”
“Well as long as I get credit where credit’s due eventually,” Sawyer teases. Jack cracks a smile of his own, chuckling.
“You want a thumbs up or rated on a scale of four stars?” Kate jokes. Sawyer pretends to think it over for a moment.
“Four stars.”
“All right.”
They all fall silent for a moment, not sure where to go or what to do now.
“I should get out of here,” Sawyer gestures toward the door.
“Sawyer, you don’t have to go,” Kate says.
“What, you wanna explain to that Loony Toon Locke in the mornin’ why the three of us were down here? Besides, I don’t really feel like sleepin’ all by my lonesome on the top bunk. Ain’t exactly room for three of us in there.” Sawyer nods toward the bedroom. “Ain’t really room for three of us anywhere.” Both Kate and Jack know he isn’t talking about sleeping arrangements.
“Sawyer-“
“Not that this hasn’t been real swell, because trust me, it has, but I think we should just skip on over the awkward part that’s about to happen and get on with things. I’ll grab my jeans and get on outta here.” Not giving them a chance to object, he goes to the bathroom and returns a moment later, jeans on but unbuttoned, Jack’s boxers and shirt in hand. “Here,” he tosses them to Jack, who slips his shirt over Kate’s head first before putting on his boxers.
The sound of the hatch door opening captures all of their attentions quickly, metal scraping and hinges squeaking. All three heads turn toward the intruder; they’re trapped like deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi in the middle of a freeway. Nowhere to go.
“Jack? You down here? I-“ Ana stops in her tracks, stunned by the sight before her. She blinks once, as if not sure what she’s seeing is real. Because what she sees is Kate sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but Jack’s t-shirt. Jack standing in front of her, in his boxers, and Sawyer is standing nearby, shirtless and jeans undone, hanging loose around his hips, an amused and self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Uh…what the hell is going on down here?”
“We’re just havin’ a friendly game of darts here, sister,” Sawyer remarks, his grin undermining his excuse. He points to the board still showing Jack’s last marks. “Just a bit of late night fun. Sittin’ around, shootin’ the breeze.”
“This doesn’t look like talking to me,” Ana states. She looks at Jack questioningly. Jack opens his mouth to answer but is cut off by the alarm sounding.
“I’ll get that,” Sawyer says with childlike glee. This night has already blown his mind, but Ana walking in on it? He can’t help the happiness from creeping in, even though he knows he’s awful for enjoying her pain. When he returns, Ana is gone. “What, she didn’t want to stay and chat?”
“Sawyer…” Jack says warningly.
“Would’ve given anything for a Polaroid of that moment,” Sawyer laughs. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask her to stay, Jackie boy…bein’ in such an adventurous mood and all.”
“I think the three of us is more than enough, Sawyer. Don’t think we need anybody else.”
“You say that like this ain’t the last time, Jack. Better be careful.” Jack shrugs and he and Kate exchange looks. Sawyer raises an eyebrow, wondering what is happening.
“You might as well stay now, Sawyer. Everyone’s going to know anyway.” Kate tells him. She hops down off the counter, grabbing Jack’s hand and leading him toward the bedroom.
“You sure about that? Might get a little crowded in there.”
“We’ll make room,” Jack comments over his shoulder before disappearing into the bedroom. Sawyer grabs the bottle of vodka off the counter and heads off after them.
“All right then,” he grins, taking a swig, sloshing the liquid in the bottle carelessly as he sets it back down. He walks into the bedroom and shuts the door, deciding three might not be a crowd after all.
TBC
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