A queenly present... a bit late

Aug 10, 2006 10:28

I could not impose tentative icons on a great icon maker like Queen
emication, she has no need for them.

So I flogged the bunnies until they broke into submission. It’s a day late, but I hope that her Highness will pardon me.

Title: Something magical
Pairing: 
emication asked for Sawyer, Jack and Boone. That is what she’ll get.
Rating: R, I suppose. But do not expect anything very explicit.
Word count: 850
Author notes: completely different of anything I ever written. Weird. Slash, be careful if you don’t like that. And concrit is welcome, always. And millions of thank you to Sue, for reading over. Again. So fast.
Disclaimer: Boone muses about what is different here (sorry, brain is zombified)

Something magical

Back there, before, Boone knew how to entice Sawyer. Easy, so easy. He’d spot him in a pseudo-seedy bar, where it’s hip to be when you are rich, because anything could happen. But in fact it never does, not really. Whispered promises of danger leers some in, and guys like Sawyer exploit that, play that very card. To seduce Sawyer, he would wear designer jeans, ripped at just the right places, which would scream “rich, yes, but see? I’m doing my best to rebel”. Boone would keep his eyes downcast, just enough, one or two glances to let him know his interest. Make sure Sawyer sees him as prey. Brush him “by accident” while going to the bar. Use the shy smile. Sawyer would turn on the bad boy charm and the dimples. Boone would play hard to get, almost to the limit. Drive the hunter in Sawyer nuts.

It would end up as a fast and hard fuck in the back alley. Sweat, pain and pleasure, punishment Sawyer would give him for what he considered an easy life. An earth shattering orgasm, a snide remark and he would be gone, without a look back.

Bring him back there, he would have Sawyer, at least for one night.

***

Back there, before, Boone knew how to charm Jack. Not simple like reeling in Sawyer, but feasible. He’d see him with colleagues at the country club, probably playing tennis. He’d be intense and focused on the game, but annoyed at the PR required. To win over a guy like Jack, he would have to work him for weeks. Convince Jack’s subconscious that he, Boone, was what he craved. Be open about his attraction, but not too obvious. If Jack would feel embarrassed or pressed, he would flee. He would stare at Jack until he got his attention, acknowledge eye contact with a dazzling smile, before backing up, leaving him to wonder. Build on anticipation, but not being a tease. Jack would start smiling back, rubbing his hands on his neck and the back of his head. His warm brown eyes would light up when he would see him.

One day, at the perfect moment, he would do the move. Close on him in the country club showers. He would kiss Jack, knowing he’d resist a bit out of surprise, but that he would surrender soon after. Jack would make sure he gave as much pleasure as he got. Jack would take his phone number with an open smile and call him the same night. It would end in a passionate relationship, at least at first. Then the hospital would mess with Jack’s time for him. He’d leave Jack, breaking his heart, convincing himself he was selfless. That it was the best decision for Jack, yes, really.

Bring him back there, he would have Jack, at least for a couple of months.

***

Here, now, no reference stands.

Money is no bait for Sawyer anymore, no use for it here. He’s not worthy of a second look, even when he does his best shy look. And acting cocky brings him nothing but a hard beating. Sawyer preys on what he always craved and it’s nothing Boone can give. Like every wannabe bad boy Boone ever knew, Sawyer needs the respect and attention of a decent authority figure: Jack, resident hero. Sawyer fights Jack, challenges him before daring to work on seducing him, openly, almost brutally. He focuses the dimples and charm on Jack, every chance he gets, insisting. Here, Jack cannot flee like he would do back there.

Here, there is no moment where Boone can use his charm to distract Jack when he’s bored. Because there is no time for Jack to be bored. He is a nuisance, getting in the way of saving lives, of keeping the herd safe. Jack does not have the luxury to relax, unless someone as strong as him forces him too. In the first 10 seconds of meeting Jack by Rose’s inanimate body, he’s been discarded, categorized. He will not have a second chance. Not worth it.

The Island is not the real world. Far from it. It has an aura and a mind of its own. Magic, that’s what John says. Boone knows it’s true since Jack will, sooner than later, surrender to Sawyer. They would, gut deep, have despised each other in normal circumstances. Polar opposites that more than likely would never even have met. Here, they are brought together like magnets, it’s inevitable. The Island is magical because Sawyer actually seems like he needs more than he wants. Because he really cares, something he must never allow to happen in the real world. Once he'll get him, he will not turn away, he cannot. He will dig his heels in the sand and he won’t budge, letting nothing and no one get between Jack and him. Not even Boone as a distraction to spice things up for one steamy night.

The Island decided Boone will have neither Sawyer nor Jack. It’s the island that will claim him. Forever.

The End.

fic, lost fic: sawyer/jack/boone

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