Even Score - Part Two
Series: Even Score
Title: Breaking the Rules
Part: 1/4
Pairing: Kate/Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set sometime in the future after 2x09 "What Kate Did"
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Previous Parts: 1
Sawyer opens his eyes slowly, still somewhere between sleeping and waking. It takes two or three attempts just to keep his eyelids open long enough to realize that he’s not on the beach, not in his tent. The sound of waves rolling to shore is not present, instead replaced with a strange and eerie kind of silence.
He’s in the hatch, back in the damn bunk bed. It’s like de ja vu.
Yet something is different.
He’s not alone. Nowhere near it.
When he tries to move, he comes to the realization that he’s buried in a tangle of limbs, soft delicate female legs and strong masculine arms, wrapped around him and around each other in sleep.
For a moment he thinks he is dreaming, some incredibly erotic fantasy taking hold of his mind, but then Jack moves against him and his body feels all too real, hard and heavy against him, Jack’s naked skin warm against his own.
Sawyer manages to sit up just slightly, trying not to jostle Jack. He twists his head to the left as he hears a light laugh at his side. Kate reaches over and runs her hand through his hair just once in a soft greeting.
“Morning, sunshine,” she murmurs quietly, amused by his apparent confusion.
“What the-“ Sawyer starts to ask but stops when Kate brings a finger to her own lips, gesturing for him to be quiet and nodding her head toward Jack.
“He’s a light sleeper.”
“Figures,” Sawyer mutters crankily, though the look he gives Jack’s sleeping form undermining his tone. “What time is it?” He doesn’t look at Kate but he can feel her shrug against him as she settles against his chest.
“I don’t know.” She glances out the window, which is still dark. The “daylight” hasn’t kicked on yet. “It must still be before six, at least. Locke will be here soon.”
“I should go,” Sawyer says, with a sigh.
“Don’t go yet.”
“Well, cupcake, as much as I’d love to see the look on his face if he found us all in here, I don’t know if the old guy could take the shock. I don’t think Doc would be too happy to wake up to Locke havin’ a heart attack.” He pauses, running his hand gently over the arm that Jack has thrown over Sawyer’s waist. He glances at Kate, questions lingering in his eyes. His voice grows deeper, quieter. “And who knows if Jackie boy will be happy to wake up to this at all.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean, sweetcheeks, is that what seemed like a good idea to ol’ Jacko in the heat of the moment last night might not seem so hot when he wakes up.” Kate doesn’t answer, not so sure about Jack’s reaction herself. “So I should go.”
“You could just ask me, you know,” Jack mumbles sleepily, his eyes still closed. “I am right here.”
Sawyer and Kate both look at him, finding a small smile curving along his lips.
“Didn’t know you were awake.” Sawyer replies.
“Well you two were talking…kind of makes it hard for a guy to sleep.”
“Told you he was a light sleeper,” Kate says to Sawyer pointedly. Jack finally opens his eyes sleepily, pulling his body away from Sawyer’s as he sits up halfway. He rubs his face and then looks at them, not surprised that they are both watching him warily, as if waiting for him to freak out. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head.
“What?” He asks them, calling them out.
“Nothing. It’s just you’re actin’ really calm for someone wakin’ up with my hard-on pressed against your leg, is all,” Sawyer observes with a slight smile, though he is obviously bewildered by Jack’s nonchalance.
Jack glances down Sawyer’s body and snorts lightly. “Didn’t realize it was yours.” He shifts slightly and Sawyer realizes he’s not the only one who woke up excited.
“That sounded almost like an invitation, Doc,” Sawyer smirks, throwing a look at him and then towards Kate. “Sure didn’t think that this is how it’d go.”
“How did you see this going, Sawyer?” Jack asks, his voice gaining that resolute edge to it that simultaneously irks Sawyer and turns him on, the part of him annoyed by Jack’s bossiness and condescension battling with the other half that secretly likes Jack’s take-charge attitude, his strength and focus, and wouldn’t mind submitting to his will for awhile.
“I honestly don’t know, cowboy, I never really imagined this in my head, ya know. One of ya at a time, maybe, yeah, but I sure as hell never thought I’d wake up sandwiched between both of ya.”
Jack laughs at this, outright and out loud. Sawyer had forgotten how disarming the man’s smile is, he has seen it so rarely. But he’s grinning now, leaning his head back against the wall as he does so, arching his neck in a way that practically begs for Sawyer to kiss it.
“Well, I tell you Sawyer, this is exactly what I had planned,” Jack says sarcastically but lightly. He brings his head back up and cocks an eyebrow at Kate. “Isn’t that right, Kate? Didn’t I say on our hike down here, Hey, we should all fuck Sawyer tonight, it’ll sure make the time go by faster.?” Kate giggles and Sawyer sighs, not liking being made fun of by the both of them at once. He rolls onto his side, his body facing Jack’s, and levels his gaze at the other man.
“Guess you were wrong, then, Jack.”
”About what?” Jack asks, still smiling. Sawyer slides his hand roughly down Jack’s stomach and underneath the stark white sheet, grabbing Jack’s cock firmly. The smile disappears, Jack quickly biting his lip.
“You didn’t fuck me,” Sawyer murmurs, his words rumbling from deep within his throat like car tires rolling over gravel. “I fucked you.”
“Good point,” Jack replies, his breath hitching. It’s obvious that he’s trying to hold Sawyer’s gaze, attempting to withstand what Sawyer is doing to him without giving in, but another swift hard stroke downward and up earns Sawyer what he wants; Jack’s eyes drifting closed and a delicious, soft, whimpering moan brushing lightly past his lips. Sawyer leans across the few inches separating them and brushes his mouth against Jack’s, the taste of him already growing familiar and addictive after only one night.
“We should remedy that, don’t ya think?” Sawyer whispers. He meant it as a lighthearted tease, all audacious flirtation, but it comes out sounding like a insecure plea, the words soft where they should have been hard. To his surprise, Jack nods almost imperceptibly and deepens the kiss, urging his hips sensuously but forcefully upward toward Sawyer’s roving hand. The thought of Jack fucking him, sliding into him from behind, making him come, causes his own cock to twitch with anticipation, heat and blood surging downward.
He fists Jack harder, unable to stop the impulse. The wave of arousal scares him with its strength, the feeling accompanied by the vague fear that allowing Jack to become the one in charge of the situation might be more than he can handle, that if he gives Jack the power to break him, he will wind up broken. He turns his head away from Jack’s kiss and shoots Kate a cocky grin, pulling her back in quickly, a familiar buffer between himself and his emotions.
“He always this frisky in this A.M., dollface?” He inquires, leaving his work between Jack’s legs to find Kate’s hand and take it in his. He guides it back to Jack’s erection as Kate moves closer, her body pressed so tightly against Sawyer’s that her left leg is practically slung over his hip, spooning him from behind as their fingers close around Jack’s cock.
“Always.” The word sounds breathless and Sawyer can feel her wet heat against him, her need for Jack already evident by the warmth between her thighs. She’s staring at their joined hands fixatedly, her eyes filled with heady desire. He’d seen that look on many a woman’s face, as they dragged him to their hotel room, or their husband’s bed, or even some dark corner in a seedy bar to have their way with him. It’s the look of a woman who is too aroused to care about keeping up polite appearances, too turned on to worry about being ’the girl’. No coyness, no playing hard to get. Just lust and the overwhelming need for immediate gratification. Ravenous and desperate; Kate wants Jack and she wants him in the worst way.
“You’re a morning bird too, ain’t ya?” Sawyer glances at her and then knowingly, purposefully turns his attention back to Jack, moving his free hand to Jack’s face, sliding two fingers inside his mouth, watching as Jack sucks on them, hard. When he moves his hand he replaces it with his tongue, kissing Jack as roughly as he can, pleased when Jack responds with just as much heat and vigor, giving Kate quite the show. When he pulls away from Jack’s searching lips, he tilts his head back and raises an eyebrow at Kate. “Locke will be here pretty damn soon, won’t he?” He points out and pries their hands from Jack’s shaft, making it obvious what he wants her to do.
Kate has straddled Jack in no time flat, sliding the palms of her hands smoothly up his strong chest as she sinks onto him. Sawyer watches Jack’s entire length disappear into Kate’s waiting body, inch by inch until their bodies meet completely. The sigh that escapes her lips as Jack fills her, stretches her, mingled with the strangled groan of pleasure that Jack lets out, sounds just like heaven in Sawyer’s ears.
Jack feels his body temperature start to rise, a warm flush spreading over every inch of his skin. Kate rocks against him, quite enthusiastic about doing all of the work this time, forcefully pinning him down. He concentrates on her face, trying to remind himself that his attention should be first and foremost on her, but he can’t ignore the fact that Sawyer’s strong hands are traveling over his chest, followed closely by his warm, wet mouth.
Kate’s hands clench his hips as she rides him, her thin fingers digging into his flesh sharply. He can’t imagine how he had lasted so long without this, without her, on this island. She’s like a drug. The second they had given into it, grabbed each other roughly, when he’d fucked her long and hard, practically pounding her into the jungle floor, there was no going back. She apparently faces the same problem, because their desire had been getting the better of them more and more often as of late. Every innocent walk more than two paces into the jungle turned into something hot and heavy, and every time that Kate thought no one was looking, her hand would start exploring parts of him that had no business being explored in public. More than once he had almost kissed her, touched her, in the middle of camp, catching himself just in time and managing to stop.
Jack matches Kate’s actions, putting his own hands on her hips, guiding her as she thrusts up and down on his cock. She’s moving fast, panting with exertion, grinding herself down onto him urgently. His face must show his puzzlement at her hastening pace because she’s whispering the explanation to him in the next instant.
“Locke, Jack. This has to be quick,” she reminds him, but it’s Sawyer who takes action, his hand moving to where Kate and Jack’s bodies join while his tongue slides down Jack’s flat abs, tracing the outlined ridges of his muscles. Kate gasps loudly as Sawyer touches her, two fingers rubbing hard, somehow finding that exact spot she likes. She wonders if Jack had told him sometime last night or if Sawyer innately knew, he finds it so fast.
“Oh fuck, Sawyer!” She groans noisily, and realizes Sawyer’s taunting words are true. Out in the jungle, her cries never seemed that loud. Here, they echo against the concrete walls, reverberating and bouncing back. She knows then that everyone in camp must’ve heard her and Jack fucking, and had heard them on a regular basis.
Because what Sawyer’s doing now, Jack has done many times over, and many, many things more. Any other time, she might be embarrassed by the revelation, knowing the incredibly dirty things she had said to Jack in the heat of the moment that were definitely not meant for others’ ears, but right now she’s too aroused to care.
Both of her hands move from Jack’s waist and cover Sawyer’s hand, pressing his fingers against her insistently, begging him to hurry her along. But he resists, wresting himself from her grasp. Her confusion over his actions is clarified in the next moment, when his lips take their place, both licking, nipping and sucking on her and using his tongue to bathe attention on Jack’s base as she slips up and down his rigid length.
Kate twines her fingers in Sawyer’s soft blonde hair, grasping tightly, probably painfully, but not able to stop herself from holding him there.
“Oh god damn it, Jack…Sawyer…Jack…god, Jack, you feel so fucking good, oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” Each thrust starts being punctuated by a curse, her mouth needing to expel something passionate in order to manage the intense rush of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, but her brain too hazy to think of anything coherent, anything loving. Only four letter expletives. She tries to look at Jack’s face and it takes a moment for her vision to focus. When her eyes finally lock on his, a shock goes down her spine and ends up tingling in her toes. God, he’s beautiful is the only thought that comes into her mind.
“Kate…” he breathes out, biting his lip hard and then wincing as if in unbearable pain. His hips buck upwards, thrusting deep within her, harder and harder, exhaling in short, violent bursts between intermittent grunts and groans. She realizes Sawyer has started massaging him, his left hand working between their bodies in between their thrusts and grabbing hold, caressing and tugging on Jack’s balls with just the right amount of pressure. Kate knows this action is designed to make Jack come, but she finds herself climaxing instead, her entire body tightening and winding in on itself before exploding outward, all light and heat behind her closed eyelids.
When Kate opens her eyes her entire body feels wasted and limp, supported in a sitting position only by the cold wall behind her. She has moved away from Jack but doesn’t remember doing so. She is confused and disoriented for a moment before Jack’s guttural moan captures her attention, snapping her back to reality.
She may have come, but Jack hadn’t, and Sawyer certainly didn’t mind that.
Sawyer is between Jack’s legs now, his mouth eagerly working him, his head bobbing up, down, up, down, over Jack’s straining erection, eliciting desperate and fervent sounds from Jack’s throat. Jack’s whole body is tense and his head is thrown back against the pillows; his cock is rigid and throbbing as it slides in and out past Sawyer’s lips, wet with Sawyer’s saliva, her come, and the beginnings of his own.
Sawyer sucks on him eagerly, like this is the only thing in the world his mouth was ever designed to do. His hands rub against the insides of Jack’s thighs, drifting closer and then back down, teasing Jack with the promise of his fingers joining his enthusiastic mouth on Jack’s cock.
Kate lets out a whimper and instinctively presses her thighs together, still damp from her last orgasm. She knows it’s wrong, to be so turned on by this. She loves Jack and definitely doesn’t want him to be with anyone else. Just the thought of someone else’s hands on him - Ana’s, in particular - is enough to make her blood boil. But watching Sawyer, committing so intimate an act with Jack, right before her very eyes, makes her blood warm in a different manner all together.
She likes it. God, does she like it.
Maybe it’s getting to watch Jack in a way she never can when she’s the one giving to him. The most miniscule reactions make her sweat, from the flick of his eyelids to his fingers clutching violently at the white sheets beneath them; Jack in this position…she can’t get enough. If only he never had to leave her side, to go and do things that “being a leader” entails. She’d much rather have him tell them all to screw off and remain in bed all day long, so she can keep him to herself, watch him come like this over and over again.
Maybe it’s watching Sawyer, someone who is so guarded, so closed off, giving in and letting go, dropping his façade and permitting himself to give into what he wants sexually even if not emotionally, that does it. Sawyer will never admit that he likes Jack, but he will admit that he likes fucking him, as if the two things are separate entities all together. The first part will always go unsaid but Kate doesn’t need to hear it to know it’s true.
Sawyer is more than aware of how intensely Kate is watching them but that’s just a bonus. He can taste her too, still there on Jack’s dick, as his mouth slides along the underside of it and up to Jack’s tip. Jack’s entire body jumps as Sawyer flicks his tongue over his slit, and he actually whimpers with arousal. Sawyer draws away and moves upward, straddling Jack’s hips, and leans his face over Jack’s.
“I want you to come,” he rasps, voice low and demanding.
“Sawyer, Christ, please,” Jack begs, not wanting him to stop. Sawyer lowers his hips down onto Jack’s and Jack grunts as cock rubs against cock, one heavy hard length on another, creating a delicious friction between their bodies.
“I want.” Hips moving. Thrusting. Grinding. “To watch.” Quivering. Trembling. “You come.”
Sawyer brushes his lips against Jack’s briefly and then moves his hands over Jack’s face, once, firmly, and looks him straight in the eye.
”Now.”
As if on command Jack loses it, his entire body tensing and his hips arching off the mattress, colliding with Sawyer’s as he explodes violently, cursing, a white hot sticky mess erupting all over both his and Sawyer’s stomachs. Sawyer keeps moving over him, slowly but purposefully, while Jack’s body trembles underneath his, still quaking with pleasure. When he seems to be relaxing again, Sawyer slows down even more, but still doesn’t stop. It feels too good to stop.
“I think I like bossin’ you around,” Sawyer mumbles, watching as Jack comes down, regaining control of his breath and his pupils slowly dilating back to normal.
“I wouldn’t get used to it,” Jack murmurs back, glancing downward at the mess he’s created and then leaning his head back against the wall. “Fuck.”
“Don’t you worry ‘bout that,” Sawyer smirks and climbs back down Jack’s body and swipes the flat of his tongue over Jack’s taut stomach, using his mouth to erase all traces of Jack’s orgasm from his muscled abdomen. Jack’s breath quickens again, his chest tightening under Sawyer’s ministrations. Kate is breathing heavy next to them; he doesn’t have to look to know that she’s on the verge of coming just by looking at them.
Finished with Jack’s stomach, he sits back on his knees, straddling Jack’s calves, and swipes his index finger through the traces left on his own stomach. He is about to reach out and push his finger past Kate’s lush lips when Jack’s voice stops him.
”Sawyer.” His voice is so weighed down with desire that it drops like a lead weight onto the bed, getting his attention easily and beckoning Sawyer to once again close the space between them. Wordlessly Sawyer forgets all about Kate and moves back up toward Jack as Jack sits up fully, back flush with the wall. Sawyer puts his knees on either side of Jack’s thighs and waits, wondering exactly what it is Jack wants to do and hoping Jack does what he’s wishing him to.
He does.
Jack’s hands move behind him, palms flat against his ass, urging his body forward. His mouth moves over Sawyer’s stomach, licking off the last remnants of his own come before taking Sawyer’s cock in his mouth, sucking on him greedily, eagerly.
Fuck, Sawyer swears inwardly, fighting back the immediate threat of his orgasm. He was right, so, very, very right about how this would be. Jack’s mouth feels so good on his dick, he should never take it off. Jack sucks hard, his tongue moving against him powerfully, knowingly. Jack may have never pleasured another man before, but he seems to possess a natural talent for it.
Kate tries to ignore the alarm that is going off within her head but she can’t. Sawyer’s erection is slipping past Jack’s lips, Sawyer’s hands moving over Jack’s closely cropped hair and urging him on as he fucks Jack’s mouth, both men making tiny sounds of pleasure as things escalate, too quickly. Jack is hard again, his erection straining upward from between his legs into the empty air, aching, begging, to be caressed.
But she doesn’t touch him.
He isn’t hard for her. He’s hard for Sawyer.
This, she doesn’t like.
She’s not sure what’s different, why Jack sucking Sawyer off is any different than Jack receiving a blowjob from Sawyer. Perhaps the thought that Sawyer wants Jack is understandable for her, comfortable. She knows what it is to want Jack, how irresistible he can sometimes be.
She also knows what it is to want Sawyer. How dangerous it feels, how out of control. There’s no safety net with Sawyer, like there is with Jack. Jack will always be there to catch her if she falls; Sawyer simply may or may not feel like it, sometimes willing to care, sometimes not. Yet that risk is exhilarating. The idea that Jack is now feeling that way, wanting Sawyer like that…
She’s fine with Sawyer wanting Jack and with Jack being a willing participant in whatever she and Sawyer want to do to him. She’s not fine with Jack taking the initiative. She’s not okay with Jack doing the wanting.
“Jack…Jack, I’m gonna…I’m gonna come,” Sawyer warns Jack breathlessly, thrusting harder, frantically and uncontrollably, into Jack’s waiting mouth. Jack only keeps going. “Doc…shit, Jack…Jack…!” Kate realizes what Jack is about to do and she can’t take it.
“Jack, don’t.” The words escape her, desperate and panicked, before she can stop them.
Quickly Kate moves beside Jack and grabs Sawyer by the base, pulling him forcefully out of Jack’s mouth and enveloping him in her own. She encircles his entire length just in time, the shock and sudden change in pressure setting him off. He pumps into her, holding her head tightly as if to steady himself, set off balance by the sudden redirection of his body. She swallows it all, feeling him pulsating against her tongue and doesn’t feel in the least turned on by it. She only feels relief.
Kate closes her eyes as he finishes, not wanting to face what has just happened. She lets go of him slowly, pulling away and shifting away from both men, looking at neither.
“Kate?” Jack asks, concerned.
The alarm sounds, blaring loud and sharp, startling all three of them. Jack glances toward the door, then back to Kate. She’s still looking down at the sheets intently. He and Sawyer exchange looks; Sawyer mouths go and tips his head toward the door.
“I’ll be right back,” Jack runs his hand gently down Kate’s arm before getting up, fishing his boxers and jeans from the clothes on the floor, and heading for the computer room. Sawyer waits until Jack is out of earshot before turning to Kate.
“You want to tell me what that was about, Freckles?” He inquires, arching an eyebrow. Kate pushes her hair from her face and looks up at him.
“I’m sorry. I just freaked out a little.”
“What was it about that, and not all the other shit that has gone down over the past 6 hours, that ‘freaked you out’?” Sawyer asks in disbelief.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Kate doesn’t want to explain her jealousy. She’s the one who had started this, invited Sawyer to join them. What a hypocrite she is to be the one who gets jealous. “Just…don’t get pissed about it.”
The alarm stops sounding, silence once again filling the hatch.
“Don’t get pissed? Sassafras…you ever have that boy give you head?” Sawyer says with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m damn near cranky about it.”
“Jack and I never…” Kate starts, then stops. Sawyer’s eyebrow goes up again in surprise, the settles back down as he smirks in amusement. “I don’t really…I don’t like…that.”
“Ah, bad experience with the high school boyfriend?” Sawyer teases. Kate blushes despite herself. “You let me…”
“Didn’t really let you, Sawyer, you just did.”
“And it wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sawyer grins and Kate blushes again, this time a full on red.
“Shut the hell up, Sawyer.”
“Hell, Sweetness, I’m just sayin’, you should let him give it a try,” Sawyer smirks. “Man sure knows how to work that tongue a’ his and that mouth seems a helluva a lot better when it’s not givin’ orders.”
“Sawyer…”
“Seriously, you should take advantage of somethin’ so fuckin’ fantastic,” Sawyer instructs and then climbs off the bed. “I should leave before Colonel Kurtz gets here.” He bends down and finds his clothes, and is putting his jeans back on when Jack re-enters the room.
“You leaving?” He asks, trying to sound casual but not entirely succeeding. His eyes dart toward Kate, obviously still quite concerned.
“You two better get cleaned up unless you want a safe sex lecture from the ol’ man,” Sawyer states, pulling on his shirt.
‘Yeah, I should go take a shower,” Kate says quietly, standing up and slipping on her tank top and then her jeans, gathering the rest of her clothes in her arms.
“Kate,” Jack starts as she brushes past him, saying her name in that particular way that conveys he knows something is wrong and wants to fix it. She forces a small smile at him but continues on, leaving him alone with Sawyer in the bedroom. “What did she say?” Jack asks Sawyer, not able to hide his alarm.
“Relax, Doc, she just got a lil’ bit jealous, that’s all,” Sawyer waves him off. “She’s over it.”
“Jealous?”
“’Parently she don’t like you suckin’ me off.” Sawyer explains crudely. “But the other way ‘round, well, that appears to be just fine.”
“I should go talk to her,” Jack sighs, distressed. Sawyer can see the wall going back up, that wall that separates the pair of Jack & Kate from the rest of the survivors. Jack had let Sawyer through last night, to be part of it, but now Sawyer knows he’s being pushed back out. The fear that things will be destroyed is evident in Jack’s eyes and regret is starting to build there as well.
“You go do that, then,” Sawyer mutters, not able to keep a tinge of bitterness from his tone. Jack hesitates for a moment and then steps toward him, kissing him deeply and without warning.
When he pulls back, Jack looks more surprised than Sawyer, like he hadn’t meant to do that at all.
“I’ll, uh, see you later, Sawyer,” he says, his voice managing to attain a sense of calm, like he’s muttering good-bye after dropping off Sawyer’s medicine or asking for supplies, not leaving moments after kissing him passionately, after a night of hot unadulterated fucking.
”See ya, Doc.” Sawyer replies, amused. Jack holds his gaze for just a moment and then nods slightly.
“Yeah.” He murmurs to no one in particular. He turns and walks away, heading across the hatch slowly and rubbing the back of his head nervously with the palm of his hand. Sawyer watches him go, his fingers playing with the button of his jeans unconsciously. He waits until Jack disappears from sight before recovering his shoes and heading out of the hatch.
*******
“Kate?” Jack asks loudly, trying to be heard over the rush of water. The bathroom is starting to fill with steam already; Kate’s clothes are in a lumpy pile in the middle of the floor, tossed there carelessly. “Kate, are you okay?”
“Fine, Jack!” Kate calls back. Jack moves toward the shower door, leaning toward the sound of her voice.
“Are you sure?”
Kate’s head pops into view, plastering on a smile that he knows is fake, it’s so wide.
“I’m good, Jack. Really.”
“Okay…” He says, the word falling from his tongue slowly. Kate disappears from view again and he stands there in silence, not sure what to do. He’s never been in a situation anything like this before. He leans against the wall, brushing his hand over his forehead. “It was your idea.” He states, simply, not knowing what else to do besides go on the offensive, blame her. He doesn’t know how else to defend what happened, because he had no clue why it happened.
“I know it was. And I’m fine,” Kate replies, sounding far too chipper.
“Kate…”
“Jack…” Kate mocks his concern, her face making another appearance in his line of sight. “When I say I’m fine, I mean, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry. We’re cool.”
“We’re cool?” Jack mutters to himself, in disbelief. That’s what they are? They’re cool?
He quickly takes off his jeans and boxers and throws them on top of Kate’s clothes, then pushes open the shower door and steps inside.
“Jack, what the-“
His hands go to either side of her face as he kisses her passionately, backing her against the wall easily and holding her there. When he thinks he’s kissed her long enough, he keeps going, wanting her to understand. Kate’s fingers curl over his against her face and then slide down to his wrists and forearms, clutching onto him tightly like he’s the only thing holding her up. He plunges his tongue into her mouth, kissing her thoroughly, exploring every inch of that heat and urging her tongue into his own mouth. Finally her hands find his face and she kisses him back just as hard.
When they break apart, she looks at him and finds that same look in his eyes, that one she saw that day she had lost it in the jungle and wound up kissing him for the first time. The one that says he’s afraid she’s going to break into pieces, right in his arms.
“Kate, I love you. I want you. You know that, right?” He whispers.
“Yeah. Yes. I do,” Kate nods quickly. “I know that. I know I’m being silly.”
“What happened last night never has to happen again. I’m totally fine with that. It will just be…something we did.”
“Something I did, more like it,” Kate corrects.
“Kate, I didn’t mean-“
“It never would’ve happened if I hadn’t started the whole thing. It’s not like you ever in a million years would’ve invited Sawyer for a three-way, Jack,” Kate points out.
“Well yeah, that’s true…” Jack concedes, knowing that’s a definite truth. “But I didn’t say no.” There’s silence for a minute, save the sound of the shower running, water hitting the cement floor.
“It was good, wasn’t it?” Kate asks. “I mean, until I freaked? You had a good time? It wasn’t-“
“It was good, Kate,” Jack assures her. She feels both comforted and uneasy about that reply and Jack can see it. “It was an experience, and I don’t regret it…but I’d much rather be with you. Just you.”
“Just me, huh.”
”Only you.” He kisses her, gently tugging on her lip as he pulls away.
“Me too,” Kate says a bit cryptically. “I only want you too,” she clarifies, realizing it made no sense. She reaches up and brings Jack’s face back down to hers, kissing him deeply. She moves her lips down his jawline to the juncture of his throat, nibbling on the bottom of her earlobe as her hot breath laves his skin. “So is it true?”
“Is what true?” Jack murmurs.
“I heard a rumor that you’re really good with your tongue,” she whispers, dipping her own tongue into his ear for emphasis.
“What?” He asks, surprised. He turns his head slowly to look at her, questioning. She nods. “I thought you didn’t want-“
”I’m a woman…I have the prerogative to change my mind, right?” She retorts, a genuine smile playing at her lips this time. Jack smiles crookedly back, almost shyly.
“Now?”
“Yeah, now.”
“What about Locke?”
“Everyone already knows about the two of us, Jack. So Locke gets an earful. It won’t be anything he hasn’t heard before,” Kate shrugs. Jack doesn’t look convinced. People may have heard them accidentally, but he’s not sure he wants to purposely set aside any attempt at modesty. “I can be quiet,” Kate promises, kissing him again.
“Not if I’m doing it right,” Jack comments before drawing back. She giggles at Jack’s words but all laughter ceases when his mouth begins working her, and she realizes he wasn’t kidding. A loud gasp punctuates the silence, she can’t stop it - and he has barely started.
Everything that happens in the next few minutes happens through a daze, all of her senses so heightened that her brain is on overload, trying to handle them all. Jack’s tongue moves over her, his teeth lightly grazing her sensitive skin, his lips sliding to her most intimate places as he sucks, licks, nibbles, soothes her.
He slides a finger into her body as his mouth attacks her clit, waiting only moments before adding another, stretching her and trying to find that right spot inside of her.
“Oh jesus,” Kate cries out as his fingers run over it. He reacts to her moan, and knowing she liked that, and repeats the action, again and again. Jack replaces his fingers with his tongue for a moment, his tongue delving within her, tasting her. The fact that his mouth is where it is does more mentally to arouse her than physically, the thought so intensely sexual that she can’t help it but put her hands on his head, holding him there as she comes, moaning his name.
Her whole body feels like it’s engulfed in flames, heat shooting through her veins as she tightens and releases, trembling under Jack’s attentions. When he pulls away she is still shaking. He reaches behind them and wets his hands in the shower, splashing his face and then dripping water down the inside of her thighs, rinsing away remnants of her orgasm. Then he stands and runs his hands down her arms, over her face, trying to calm her.
“Are you all right?”
“God that was fast,” Kate says breathlessly, closing her eyes. She knows he smiles, then, without looking. She can always sense it when he smiles.
“Yeah, it was,” He agrees, nodding. “Was it okay?” Kate shoves her tongue into his mouth, kissing him hard in response, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. “Um, is that a yes?” Jack mumbles when she finally pulls away, her eyes wild.
“That’s a yes.”
“Good.”
“Better than good,” she corrects him and wraps her hand around his cock, already hard and pressing up against her stomach. She guides him between her legs and then he takes the lead, lifting her up easily and plunging into her willing wet warmth as she wraps her thighs tightly around his waist. He holds her against the wall effortlessly, as if she weighs nothing at all.
“I love you, Jack, god, I love you, I love you,” Kate whispers over and over as he thrusts into her; she can’t stop herself. The emotion is too much; she has to let it out. The words have never come easily to her, with anyone; now she can’t keep herself from saying them, repeating them.
“I love you too,” Jack murmurs back breathlessly before he explodes, emptying himself deep inside of her as she comes for the third time this morning, slightly amazed that her body isn’t totally worn out yet.
The water is cold now. The room smells of sulfur and the water pressure is low and weak, but it doesn’t matter in the slightest. They don’t notice. He holds her tightly as they gasp for breath, brushing their lips together lightly as they struggle for air and for words.
“It’s just us, Kate. Just you and me.” Jack says softly, comfortingly, as they both open their eyes. Kate smiles, relieved, able to believe him now, at least for the moment.
“Just you and me.” She repeats.
When they finally exit the bathroom ten minutes later, they find Locke sitting in the den area, flipping through a book absentmindedly. He doesn’t look up when they come into the room, though the barely concealed grin on his face reveals that he certainly had heard something.
“Jack. Kate. Good morning.”
“Locke,” Jack nods in his direction.
“Morning, John,” Kate greets him, trying to sound completely normal, not like John had just heard her and Jack having sex in the shower.
“You two have a good night?” John asks.
“Yeah, fine, John,” Jack replies. “No problems.”
“Good to hear,” Locke glances at them for the first time, his eyes moving back and forth between Jack and Kate.
“Button went off about twenty minutes ago so you should be set for awhile.” Jack tells him, beginning to feel uncomfortable under Locke’s knowing gaze, vaguely creeped out by it.
“Thanks,” Locke says, still fighting that smile. He clearly wants to say something but is trying to resist.
“We’ll see you later.”
“Okay.”
“Bye, John,” Kate gives him a small wave as Jack takes hold of her other hand and they head for the exit.
“You two be safe now,” Locke calls after them, like it’s an off-hand comment, and not the pointed dig they all know it to be. They both hesitate in their next step at his words and Jack glances back over his shoulder.
“Thanks, John,” Jack replies, slightly sarcastic. Locke chuckles. Jack and Kate continue out of the hatch without looking back, knowing that Locke is going to continue getting amusement out of Jack, the fearless leader, being just as human as the rest of them.
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