Fic: And We Meet Again (part 2), Sawyer/Kevin, NC-17
I have this habit of starting sort of series, sometimes even by accident, and letting them linger. This one is particularly dear to my heart because I realized that Sawyer and Kevin are definitely the fictionally improbable couple in Lost that makes me squeal in delight the most. As such, I label them my OTP.
oh and by the way? Hello, porn muse, so nice to see you! ;)
Title: And We Meet Again (part 2)
Pairing/Characters: Sawyer/Kevin
Queens: for fosfomifira , with "absence makes the heart grow fonder" and eponine119 who long ago requested "OTPs".
Rating/Notes: NC-17, about 1200 words. Slight kink involving a gun.
Disclaimer: Those guys aren't mine, sadly. I'm just playing. Also? No beta and for that I am very sorry!
Summary: Kevin goes home, after meeting Sawyer earlier in the day. He might be slightly nervous.
sequel to: Ever Wondered What Happened On The Tampa Job
and: And We Meet Again
(would make a lot more sense to read those first!)
Kevin grabs the takeout bags and hip-checks his car door closed. He has been totally useless at work all day, replaying each second of his earlier encounter with Sawyer on a loop combined with fantasies for the night to come; Chinese was definitely the best way not to burn his house down trying to cook something in this state. Although, if he's perfectly honest, Kevin's stomach is tied in knots of anticipation and he's not hungry at all. Which is pathetic.
When he gets to the door and sees that it's slightly ajar, it automatically makes Kevin shift in work mode. The neighborhood is usually quiet but if someone had the bad taste to break and enter in his house, it's so not going to fly. Nu huh. He puts the bags down, takes his side arm out and slowly toes the door open. The first thing Kevin notices is a pair of cowboy boots in the entryway and he frowns in confusion. What kind of stupid thief... Then it dawns on him: must be Sawyer. And with that the nervous knots in his belly come back with a complement of jelly legs, which makes him climb even higher on the pathetic scale. Kevin slides his gun back in the holster, picks the food up before taking a deep breath and getting in.
"Honey, I'm home!" He says with irony while trying to cover his jitters, crossing into the living room but going straight for the kitchen. Yep, Sawyer's sprawled on his couch reading a book, feet crossed at the ankle on a cushion and looking as if he breaks into cop houses every day and twice on Sundays. From the corner of his eye he see Sawyer puts down Rabbit, Run with a smirk. Kevin is putting the containers on the counter when he feels Sawyer hovering right at his back, although not quite close enough to touch.
"Awww, you brought food. Sweet." He drawls.
"Who says there's some for you?" Kevin counters. "Didn't expect you to be here yet."
"See," Sawyer says as he moves in and plasters himself right against Kevin's back, hands on his hips and nosing behind his ear in a way that makes Kevin almost drop the plates he's been getting from the cupboard, "I started thinking earlier at how it would be a shame to miss the chance to get you out of uniform myself."
Oh.
With a small smile he hopes hides how he's desperate for it, Kevin turns around and fists a hand in Sawyer's t-shirt, keeping him inches away long enough to ask:
"How did you say again? Someone's eager?"
Sawyer's smile is easy and sly, but his blown pupils betray his cool facade.
"I say it's time to shut up."
With that, Sawyer lunges for him and they clash into a forceful kiss, hard and demanding from both parts. The nerves Kevin's been experiencing turn into molten lust that run hot through his veins and he's about to pass out from lack of oxygen when Sawyer suddenly breaks the kiss. As he follows it by dropping to his knees, a couple more of Kevin's brain cells fry in the process because oh my god: blowjob alert.
"You're so fucking hot like this. Been thinking of doing this for months." Sawyer growls, making fast work of buckle and belt, and then unzipping Kevin's uniform pants. He doesn't push them down, just opens them and goes straight for Kevin's cock, sliding it out of his boxers and doesn't waste a second before going to town.
The sudden rush of heat and wet knocks down a couple more IQ points and Kevin can't seem find what to do with his hands, clutching at the counter, fluttering down to Sawyer's shoulder, then up to his own hips. That's when Kevin realizes he's still wearing his holster and this is such a bad idea, having a loaded gun inches from the guy sucking your brain out of your dick. He pushes at Sawyer, pretty ineffectually too, and as carefully as he can starts to take the gun out, fingers nowhere near the safety or the trigger. All he wants is to put it behind him on the counter and get back to the matter at hand, i.e. the best fucking blowjob of his life. But Sawyer's hand suddenly grabs his wrist and... He has to blink before it makes any sense. Sawyer is keeping him from putting the gun away, dragging it towards his ear. He's looking up at Kevin, mouth stretched obscenely around his cock and he moans when the metal grazes his temple. The gun is turning him on.
"You're a sick fuck, you know that?" Kevin rasps out, unbelievably aroused by this new development; he guesses that makes him sick too. Going with it anyway, Kevin trails the muzzle down Sawyer's jaw, making him moan and suck even harder. But it's too much; Kevin's starting to come apart so he puts the gun on the counter before a stupid accident happens. Sawyer grunts his disappointment and starts to pull off, probably to make a sarcastic remark and that won't do. Kevin grabs a fist-full of hair and keeps him in place.
"Who told you to stop?" Sawyer does something wicked with his tongue that feels incredible and when Kevin twists his hand a bit, pulling on the soft hair, Sawyer moans again and goes back all the way down. Kevin realizes that he's being honest to god deep throated, a first, and he can't hold out anymore. He starts shallowly trusting in and out, fucking Sawyer's mouth and from one moment to the next his orgasm sucker-punches him, unfolding suddenly and he comes and comes down Sawyer's throat, the feeling of being swallowed down making everything short out for a second.
When he gets his bearings back, Kevin sees that Sawyer's trying to get his jeans opened. Oh no, that won't do. Kevin hand leaves Sawyer's hair, that he'd been unconsciously petting, and grabs his jaw to make him look up.
"Whoa there, cowboy. You don't get to come yet."
Sawyer's eyes are more amused than frustrated when their gazes meet.
"I don't, huh?" He replies, voice rough from having his throat abused, but puts his hands on his thighs.
Smiling, pretty proud of his plan, Kevin shakes his head.
"Nope. I was serious, you owe me. I'm gonna eat, then you'll suck me back up and you'll come only when I have my dick deep in your ass. How's that?"
Sawyer shakes his head out of Kevin's hold and gets up. He then leans in for a dirty kiss as he tucks Kevin's softening cock back in boxers and pants. When he pulls off, his eyes are twinkling and he's grinning freely.
"Sounds like a plan, Chief."
Kevin realizes with a pang that he's missed him, this banter they have and not just the mind blowing sex. This scoundrel managed to get under his skin, somehow.
He's so thoroughly fucked.
oh and by the way? Hello, porn muse, so nice to see you! ;)
Title: And We Meet Again (part 2)
Pairing/Characters: Sawyer/Kevin
Queens: for fosfomifira , with "absence makes the heart grow fonder" and eponine119 who long ago requested "OTPs".
Rating/Notes: NC-17, about 1200 words. Slight kink involving a gun.
Disclaimer: Those guys aren't mine, sadly. I'm just playing. Also? No beta and for that I am very sorry!
Summary: Kevin goes home, after meeting Sawyer earlier in the day. He might be slightly nervous.
sequel to: Ever Wondered What Happened On The Tampa Job
and: And We Meet Again
(would make a lot more sense to read those first!)
Kevin grabs the takeout bags and hip-checks his car door closed. He has been totally useless at work all day, replaying each second of his earlier encounter with Sawyer on a loop combined with fantasies for the night to come; Chinese was definitely the best way not to burn his house down trying to cook something in this state. Although, if he's perfectly honest, Kevin's stomach is tied in knots of anticipation and he's not hungry at all. Which is pathetic.
When he gets to the door and sees that it's slightly ajar, it automatically makes Kevin shift in work mode. The neighborhood is usually quiet but if someone had the bad taste to break and enter in his house, it's so not going to fly. Nu huh. He puts the bags down, takes his side arm out and slowly toes the door open. The first thing Kevin notices is a pair of cowboy boots in the entryway and he frowns in confusion. What kind of stupid thief... Then it dawns on him: must be Sawyer. And with that the nervous knots in his belly come back with a complement of jelly legs, which makes him climb even higher on the pathetic scale. Kevin slides his gun back in the holster, picks the food up before taking a deep breath and getting in.
"Honey, I'm home!" He says with irony while trying to cover his jitters, crossing into the living room but going straight for the kitchen. Yep, Sawyer's sprawled on his couch reading a book, feet crossed at the ankle on a cushion and looking as if he breaks into cop houses every day and twice on Sundays. From the corner of his eye he see Sawyer puts down Rabbit, Run with a smirk. Kevin is putting the containers on the counter when he feels Sawyer hovering right at his back, although not quite close enough to touch.
"Awww, you brought food. Sweet." He drawls.
"Who says there's some for you?" Kevin counters. "Didn't expect you to be here yet."
"See," Sawyer says as he moves in and plasters himself right against Kevin's back, hands on his hips and nosing behind his ear in a way that makes Kevin almost drop the plates he's been getting from the cupboard, "I started thinking earlier at how it would be a shame to miss the chance to get you out of uniform myself."
Oh.
With a small smile he hopes hides how he's desperate for it, Kevin turns around and fists a hand in Sawyer's t-shirt, keeping him inches away long enough to ask:
"How did you say again? Someone's eager?"
Sawyer's smile is easy and sly, but his blown pupils betray his cool facade.
"I say it's time to shut up."
With that, Sawyer lunges for him and they clash into a forceful kiss, hard and demanding from both parts. The nerves Kevin's been experiencing turn into molten lust that run hot through his veins and he's about to pass out from lack of oxygen when Sawyer suddenly breaks the kiss. As he follows it by dropping to his knees, a couple more of Kevin's brain cells fry in the process because oh my god: blowjob alert.
"You're so fucking hot like this. Been thinking of doing this for months." Sawyer growls, making fast work of buckle and belt, and then unzipping Kevin's uniform pants. He doesn't push them down, just opens them and goes straight for Kevin's cock, sliding it out of his boxers and doesn't waste a second before going to town.
The sudden rush of heat and wet knocks down a couple more IQ points and Kevin can't seem find what to do with his hands, clutching at the counter, fluttering down to Sawyer's shoulder, then up to his own hips. That's when Kevin realizes he's still wearing his holster and this is such a bad idea, having a loaded gun inches from the guy sucking your brain out of your dick. He pushes at Sawyer, pretty ineffectually too, and as carefully as he can starts to take the gun out, fingers nowhere near the safety or the trigger. All he wants is to put it behind him on the counter and get back to the matter at hand, i.e. the best fucking blowjob of his life. But Sawyer's hand suddenly grabs his wrist and... He has to blink before it makes any sense. Sawyer is keeping him from putting the gun away, dragging it towards his ear. He's looking up at Kevin, mouth stretched obscenely around his cock and he moans when the metal grazes his temple. The gun is turning him on.
"You're a sick fuck, you know that?" Kevin rasps out, unbelievably aroused by this new development; he guesses that makes him sick too. Going with it anyway, Kevin trails the muzzle down Sawyer's jaw, making him moan and suck even harder. But it's too much; Kevin's starting to come apart so he puts the gun on the counter before a stupid accident happens. Sawyer grunts his disappointment and starts to pull off, probably to make a sarcastic remark and that won't do. Kevin grabs a fist-full of hair and keeps him in place.
"Who told you to stop?" Sawyer does something wicked with his tongue that feels incredible and when Kevin twists his hand a bit, pulling on the soft hair, Sawyer moans again and goes back all the way down. Kevin realizes that he's being honest to god deep throated, a first, and he can't hold out anymore. He starts shallowly trusting in and out, fucking Sawyer's mouth and from one moment to the next his orgasm sucker-punches him, unfolding suddenly and he comes and comes down Sawyer's throat, the feeling of being swallowed down making everything short out for a second.
When he gets his bearings back, Kevin sees that Sawyer's trying to get his jeans opened. Oh no, that won't do. Kevin hand leaves Sawyer's hair, that he'd been unconsciously petting, and grabs his jaw to make him look up.
"Whoa there, cowboy. You don't get to come yet."
Sawyer's eyes are more amused than frustrated when their gazes meet.
"I don't, huh?" He replies, voice rough from having his throat abused, but puts his hands on his thighs.
Smiling, pretty proud of his plan, Kevin shakes his head.
"Nope. I was serious, you owe me. I'm gonna eat, then you'll suck me back up and you'll come only when I have my dick deep in your ass. How's that?"
Sawyer shakes his head out of Kevin's hold and gets up. He then leans in for a dirty kiss as he tucks Kevin's softening cock back in boxers and pants. When he pulls off, his eyes are twinkling and he's grinning freely.
"Sounds like a plan, Chief."
Kevin realizes with a pang that he's missed him, this banter they have and not just the mind blowing sex. This scoundrel managed to get under his skin, somehow.
He's so thoroughly fucked.