Fic: Contains Foul Language, Lost, Jack/Sawyer, NC-17
This was made for haldoor and kpalafox who asked for Jack and Sawyer at the lostsquee Luau, suggesting they'd like for Sawyer to take care of Jack somehow. Sorry for the lateness!
Title: Contains Foul Language
Characters: Jack/Sawyer
Word count: 1700 words, rated NC-17 (title is a slight warning ;) )
Summary: Jack skins his elbow, the poor thing.
Note: This is vaguely season 1-ish. I'm using it for kissbingo square for "body: elbow".
"Goddamn son of a bitch!"
Sawyer eyes widened, surprised at the outburst, and turned to see that Jack was seething, holding his arm to his body. He had never heard the good doctor curse like that before.
"Are you alright, Champ?" Sawyer asked and it turned Jack's glare towards him.
"I hit my fucking elbow on the fucking rock!" Jack hissed and whoa. Sawyer was almost impressed.
"You kiss your momma with a mouth like that?" Sawyer asked, cocking his head.
It's like Jack suddenly realized how much profanity he'd been spouting in the last two minutes and he honest to god blushed.
"You're one to talk!" Jack mumbled, as he slowly extended his arm and craned his neck, trying to check out his elbow and poking it gingerly with his fingers while blood trickled down.
Sawyer sighed and gestured at Jack to come over.
"Let me have a look," he said.
"I just scratched it," Jack said, but he did come over, eying the water coming out of the rocks. "Hit it hard, though, it still resonates in my fingers."
With a hum of sympathy, Sawyer helped Jack to pour water form a bottle on the wound. He had properly skinned it, about as big as a quarter. It bled quite a bit, even if it was not serious. Jack sighed at his turn, obviously annoyed.
"Do you have a bandage, something?" Sawyer asked.
"It's not bad enough to waste supplies," Jack dismissed, though he dabbed at it with corner of his shirt.
"Well I'd prefer if our only doctor would not get a stupid scratch infected with gangrene, if it's okay with you," Sawyer said. "Who knows, this place could have mutant bacteria for all we know."
Jack laughed a bit.
"It's nice to know you care," Jack said.
"Purely selfish reasons," Sawyer said with a wink.
But Sawyer did care, in a way, and not just because he knew that the odds he'd have to get patched up in a place populated by polar bears and elusive monsters were pretty high. So he dropped to his knees and searched his bag for the handkerchief he'd found a couple of days ago. It was mostly clean and would do; especially because it was pink. He wrapped Jack's elbow in the cloth and tied it up, trying not to be too rough. When he looked up, Jack had a weird expression on his face that he covered up rapidly, before Sawyer could read him.
"Thank you," Jack said, but his voice was a bit throatier than normal. Huh.
"Not a problem," Sawyer said and upon some kind of impulse he kissed on top of the bandage. It was meant as a joke, along with the "now it will get all better" he said to go with it but the weird expression was back on Jack's face and this time it was easy enough to decipher: lust.
Sawyer could honestly say that he had not seen it coming. Jack seemed pretty focused on his pursuit of Kate, or so Sawyer had thought. The interest was not unwelcome, though, as Sawyer was always in favor of getting laid. He stayed down on his knees, since it seemed to turn on Jack, and smiled up, trying to charm.
"Anything else I can do for you?" he said.
Of course Jack would not act on his desire, so he tried to back up only to end up flush with the rock of the caves, which momentarily stopped him.
"I've got to go," Jack said, eyes darting around and searching for an escape route.
Sawyer decided to go all in and skip subtlety.
"I've been told I give good head," he said, being intentionally crude to destabilize Jack.
It worked as Jack gaped like a fish, eyes round.
Wh-what?"
"You heard me," Sawyer said, before he put a hand on the side of Jack's leg. Since Jack had not run away yet, the chance of this going somewhere was increasing. Sawyer moved his thumb lightly back and forth on Jack's jeans.
"This is a bad idea," Jack said, though he didn't move.
Sawyer took it as a permission to do more. If Jack wanted him to stop, he'd make him stop.
"It seems to me that it's an excellent idea," Sawyer said, going for Jack's belt and yeah, at least some parts of the Doc seemed to be in favor of the new development since by the time he'd opened Jack pants he was completely hard. And still hadn't said or done anything to stop this. "There's nothing wrong in a little tension relief, Chief," Sawyer added before yanking pants and underwear down.
"Jesus fuck!" Jack cursed as he was exposed and it made Sawyer grin up at him.
"And here we go again," he said, and without breaking eye contact he grabbed Jack's dick and brought it to his mouth to lick around the head.
"Shit, I can't believe... Why the hell would you want to..." Jack babbled and Sawyer finally got down to business, sucking him.
He bobbed and sucked and in no time at all Jack was gripping his head, either trying to take control or keep a bit of it, which was not clear. Sawyer didn't mind one bit, though he knew he was the one with the power here. He sucked harder, satisfied when Jack started to run his more than filthy mouth with something that would not have been out of place in cheap porn, a mix of curses and praise that came out almost non stop.
"Close, fuck, so close," Jack warned, trying to tug on his hair.
Sawyer hummed to acknowledge the warning and that seemed to be the little push to throw Jack over the edge, who started coming with a shout. Sawyer swallowed and once he was sure Jack was done he pulled off, appraising how Jack was now slumped against the rocks and looking dazed. Not bad. Sawyer smirked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"See? Good idea. You're too tense, Jack. All this work and no play isn't good for you."
"I'm pretty sure that you're doing this to fuck with my head, you asshole," Jack said, pulling his pants up and tucking in.
Of course Jack would think Sawyer had ulterior motives. He would not be wrong most of the times; maybe wasn't wrong right now. Sawyer shrugged.
"I like sex, you wanted me, as simple as that," he said.
Jack snorted then gripped Sawyer's upper arms, urging him to get up.
"No way. If you'd jump everyone who wants you, you'd be through half the camp already and on the way to do the rest," Jack said, and when he had Sawyer up - and ow, fucking knees, Sawyer hated getting old - he reversed their positions, backing him in the rock. Jack stepped really really close. "You know perfectly well the effect you have on people. On me," he added.
"You give me too much credit, Doc," he said, trying to play modest. But yeah, he knew. Though he had honestly been surprised that Jack of all people was interested. On the other hand tall, dark and handsome had always worked for him, so it was not a problem.
With a hand still holding onto Sawyer's upper arm, as if to keep him in place against the rock, Jack trailed the other one down to his waist then under the t-shirt, stroking his flanks. The touch was welcome but that's not where Sawyer wanted it the most, his dick hard and in need of attention. Jack slid a thigh between his own, giving him something to grind against. The little bursts of pleasure going up his spine at that made him groan.
"C'mon," he urged Jack, not quite knowing where to put his own hands before settling on Jack's hips to try to pull him closer.
To his surprise, Jack kissed him, demanding and hard which made Sawyer open right up and kiss back. It was surprisingly filthy: who knew the good old Doc had it in him. Soon Jack was warring with his pants, though loose as they were they slid right down once unbuttoned. With an impatient little grunt, Jack pushed Sawyer's boxers down and started to jerk his cock with short little strokes that made Sawyer push into the grip greedily.
"Yeah," Jack said when he broke the kiss, putting his forehead on Sawyer's shoulder. "Look at you..." he said and oh, that's what he was doing, looking while he pumped and it made Sawyer's arousal jump up another notch.
"Harder," Sawyer said. He was right about there, it would not take much.
Jack gripped a little tighter and stroked a bit faster and that was it, Sawyer grunted and was slammed with the rush his own orgasm, spilling over Jack's hand. The caresses slowed but Jack didn't let go until Sawyer hissed a bit, oversensitive. He fully expected Jack to step back sooner rather than later, but Jack just stayed there, though he moved his hand to Sawyer's hips. Even with the heat, Sawyer didn't mind all that much.
"Didn't hurt too much?" Sawyer said after a minute, speaking because he didn't quite know what was going on anymore with Jack still close and not going anywhere.
That worked, it made Jack look up at him, confused.
"Hurt?"
Grinning, Sawyer ran his fingers lightly on Jack's elbow, over the handkerchief.
"Your poor abused elbow," he said. It was the arm Jack had used to jerk him off. It makes Jack scoffs and smile back, though he shook his head.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Jack said.
"I'm fantastic, sexy, smart..." he started and Jack rolled his eyes. Then, to Sawyer's surprise, he kissed him some more. It wasn't a lust filled kiss like the first, but something a bit more tentative, almost playful. Sawyer blinked through it and had even less an idea of what came next once it was over.
"If I'd known that kissing you shut you up, I'd done it before," Jack said, eyes crinkling.
Sawyer shrugged.
"Feel free to try again," he said and realized he meant it; wished it, even. "I may develop immunity to that method, though. No promises."
It made Jack smile again, which was a good look on the guy.
"Then I'll find something else."
Before Sawyer could answer with suggestions, Jack was kissing him again. No one could argue: it was pretty effective.
The End
Title: Contains Foul Language
Characters: Jack/Sawyer
Word count: 1700 words, rated NC-17 (title is a slight warning ;) )
Summary: Jack skins his elbow, the poor thing.
Note: This is vaguely season 1-ish. I'm using it for kissbingo square for "body: elbow".
"Goddamn son of a bitch!"
Sawyer eyes widened, surprised at the outburst, and turned to see that Jack was seething, holding his arm to his body. He had never heard the good doctor curse like that before.
"Are you alright, Champ?" Sawyer asked and it turned Jack's glare towards him.
"I hit my fucking elbow on the fucking rock!" Jack hissed and whoa. Sawyer was almost impressed.
"You kiss your momma with a mouth like that?" Sawyer asked, cocking his head.
It's like Jack suddenly realized how much profanity he'd been spouting in the last two minutes and he honest to god blushed.
"You're one to talk!" Jack mumbled, as he slowly extended his arm and craned his neck, trying to check out his elbow and poking it gingerly with his fingers while blood trickled down.
Sawyer sighed and gestured at Jack to come over.
"Let me have a look," he said.
"I just scratched it," Jack said, but he did come over, eying the water coming out of the rocks. "Hit it hard, though, it still resonates in my fingers."
With a hum of sympathy, Sawyer helped Jack to pour water form a bottle on the wound. He had properly skinned it, about as big as a quarter. It bled quite a bit, even if it was not serious. Jack sighed at his turn, obviously annoyed.
"Do you have a bandage, something?" Sawyer asked.
"It's not bad enough to waste supplies," Jack dismissed, though he dabbed at it with corner of his shirt.
"Well I'd prefer if our only doctor would not get a stupid scratch infected with gangrene, if it's okay with you," Sawyer said. "Who knows, this place could have mutant bacteria for all we know."
Jack laughed a bit.
"It's nice to know you care," Jack said.
"Purely selfish reasons," Sawyer said with a wink.
But Sawyer did care, in a way, and not just because he knew that the odds he'd have to get patched up in a place populated by polar bears and elusive monsters were pretty high. So he dropped to his knees and searched his bag for the handkerchief he'd found a couple of days ago. It was mostly clean and would do; especially because it was pink. He wrapped Jack's elbow in the cloth and tied it up, trying not to be too rough. When he looked up, Jack had a weird expression on his face that he covered up rapidly, before Sawyer could read him.
"Thank you," Jack said, but his voice was a bit throatier than normal. Huh.
"Not a problem," Sawyer said and upon some kind of impulse he kissed on top of the bandage. It was meant as a joke, along with the "now it will get all better" he said to go with it but the weird expression was back on Jack's face and this time it was easy enough to decipher: lust.
Sawyer could honestly say that he had not seen it coming. Jack seemed pretty focused on his pursuit of Kate, or so Sawyer had thought. The interest was not unwelcome, though, as Sawyer was always in favor of getting laid. He stayed down on his knees, since it seemed to turn on Jack, and smiled up, trying to charm.
"Anything else I can do for you?" he said.
Of course Jack would not act on his desire, so he tried to back up only to end up flush with the rock of the caves, which momentarily stopped him.
"I've got to go," Jack said, eyes darting around and searching for an escape route.
Sawyer decided to go all in and skip subtlety.
"I've been told I give good head," he said, being intentionally crude to destabilize Jack.
It worked as Jack gaped like a fish, eyes round.
Wh-what?"
"You heard me," Sawyer said, before he put a hand on the side of Jack's leg. Since Jack had not run away yet, the chance of this going somewhere was increasing. Sawyer moved his thumb lightly back and forth on Jack's jeans.
"This is a bad idea," Jack said, though he didn't move.
Sawyer took it as a permission to do more. If Jack wanted him to stop, he'd make him stop.
"It seems to me that it's an excellent idea," Sawyer said, going for Jack's belt and yeah, at least some parts of the Doc seemed to be in favor of the new development since by the time he'd opened Jack pants he was completely hard. And still hadn't said or done anything to stop this. "There's nothing wrong in a little tension relief, Chief," Sawyer added before yanking pants and underwear down.
"Jesus fuck!" Jack cursed as he was exposed and it made Sawyer grin up at him.
"And here we go again," he said, and without breaking eye contact he grabbed Jack's dick and brought it to his mouth to lick around the head.
"Shit, I can't believe... Why the hell would you want to..." Jack babbled and Sawyer finally got down to business, sucking him.
He bobbed and sucked and in no time at all Jack was gripping his head, either trying to take control or keep a bit of it, which was not clear. Sawyer didn't mind one bit, though he knew he was the one with the power here. He sucked harder, satisfied when Jack started to run his more than filthy mouth with something that would not have been out of place in cheap porn, a mix of curses and praise that came out almost non stop.
"Close, fuck, so close," Jack warned, trying to tug on his hair.
Sawyer hummed to acknowledge the warning and that seemed to be the little push to throw Jack over the edge, who started coming with a shout. Sawyer swallowed and once he was sure Jack was done he pulled off, appraising how Jack was now slumped against the rocks and looking dazed. Not bad. Sawyer smirked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"See? Good idea. You're too tense, Jack. All this work and no play isn't good for you."
"I'm pretty sure that you're doing this to fuck with my head, you asshole," Jack said, pulling his pants up and tucking in.
Of course Jack would think Sawyer had ulterior motives. He would not be wrong most of the times; maybe wasn't wrong right now. Sawyer shrugged.
"I like sex, you wanted me, as simple as that," he said.
Jack snorted then gripped Sawyer's upper arms, urging him to get up.
"No way. If you'd jump everyone who wants you, you'd be through half the camp already and on the way to do the rest," Jack said, and when he had Sawyer up - and ow, fucking knees, Sawyer hated getting old - he reversed their positions, backing him in the rock. Jack stepped really really close. "You know perfectly well the effect you have on people. On me," he added.
"You give me too much credit, Doc," he said, trying to play modest. But yeah, he knew. Though he had honestly been surprised that Jack of all people was interested. On the other hand tall, dark and handsome had always worked for him, so it was not a problem.
With a hand still holding onto Sawyer's upper arm, as if to keep him in place against the rock, Jack trailed the other one down to his waist then under the t-shirt, stroking his flanks. The touch was welcome but that's not where Sawyer wanted it the most, his dick hard and in need of attention. Jack slid a thigh between his own, giving him something to grind against. The little bursts of pleasure going up his spine at that made him groan.
"C'mon," he urged Jack, not quite knowing where to put his own hands before settling on Jack's hips to try to pull him closer.
To his surprise, Jack kissed him, demanding and hard which made Sawyer open right up and kiss back. It was surprisingly filthy: who knew the good old Doc had it in him. Soon Jack was warring with his pants, though loose as they were they slid right down once unbuttoned. With an impatient little grunt, Jack pushed Sawyer's boxers down and started to jerk his cock with short little strokes that made Sawyer push into the grip greedily.
"Yeah," Jack said when he broke the kiss, putting his forehead on Sawyer's shoulder. "Look at you..." he said and oh, that's what he was doing, looking while he pumped and it made Sawyer's arousal jump up another notch.
"Harder," Sawyer said. He was right about there, it would not take much.
Jack gripped a little tighter and stroked a bit faster and that was it, Sawyer grunted and was slammed with the rush his own orgasm, spilling over Jack's hand. The caresses slowed but Jack didn't let go until Sawyer hissed a bit, oversensitive. He fully expected Jack to step back sooner rather than later, but Jack just stayed there, though he moved his hand to Sawyer's hips. Even with the heat, Sawyer didn't mind all that much.
"Didn't hurt too much?" Sawyer said after a minute, speaking because he didn't quite know what was going on anymore with Jack still close and not going anywhere.
That worked, it made Jack look up at him, confused.
"Hurt?"
Grinning, Sawyer ran his fingers lightly on Jack's elbow, over the handkerchief.
"Your poor abused elbow," he said. It was the arm Jack had used to jerk him off. It makes Jack scoffs and smile back, though he shook his head.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Jack said.
"I'm fantastic, sexy, smart..." he started and Jack rolled his eyes. Then, to Sawyer's surprise, he kissed him some more. It wasn't a lust filled kiss like the first, but something a bit more tentative, almost playful. Sawyer blinked through it and had even less an idea of what came next once it was over.
"If I'd known that kissing you shut you up, I'd done it before," Jack said, eyes crinkling.
Sawyer shrugged.
"Feel free to try again," he said and realized he meant it; wished it, even. "I may develop immunity to that method, though. No promises."
It made Jack smile again, which was a good look on the guy.
"Then I'll find something else."
Before Sawyer could answer with suggestions, Jack was kissing him again. No one could argue: it was pretty effective.
The End