heee! wow! fic again!
Funny how I did this so differently than what I was heading for when I submitted the prompt to
zelda_zee. I didn't read anything generated from those words before posting this, so if there are similarities... I call brain melt!
Title: Stuck. Again.
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer so yes, mention of slash. Future fic and/or AU fic, very vague.
Prompt: “Paris, elevator, hungry” for Lost Riffs at
lostsquee
Rating: sadly PG-13 for bad words and sexual innuendo. No smut because I don’t have time to continue it. woe :(
Length: about 750 words
Summary: Sawyer is stuck in the elevator. Again
A/N: again unbetaed, I’m sorry. So sorry. Tell me where I suck, I’ll fix it.
Stuck. Again.
It was a glorious May morning, pleasantly warm and perfect for jogging alongside the Seine and in the Jardin du Luxembourg, on the same little course he found himself taking every morning. The city was just waking up as he made it back to the apartment, cafés opening and bakeries attracting the first clients of the day. Jack smiled to the pretty brunette of the 202 and held the door while she got out with her small dog, exchanging a courteous “Bonjour”. In other circumstances, he would have noticed her flirtatious smile; But not today. All he had in mind was to take a quick shower and wake Sawyer up the best way he could think of, so his lazy boyfriend would agree not to waste all morning in bed and enjoy this perfect day.
Running up the stairs by taking them 3 by 3, he was a flight of stairs away from their flat when he noticed Sawyer, sitting in the elevator with his back to him, in between two floors. He almost tripped and missed his next hop, before stopping, confused, chest heaving.
“Sawyer ?”
“Good morning Doc.” The voice was calm. Too calm.
“And what…”
Of course it was the exact almost-question he was NOT supposed to ask.
Sawyer sprang upward in a fluid motion that only him could pull off and clutched at the rod iron bars of the elevator cage, giving him the mother of all death glares.
“What do you think, Clouseau? I’m stuck in the goddam elevator. Again.”
The ferocious growl made Jack back up a bit while simultaneously sending his pulse racing a bit faster. A pissed off Sawyer was a hot as hell Sawyer.
He really should not have smiled though.
Sawyer started shaking the cage violently, eyes throwing daggers.
“Do something, now, or I kill you.”
Jack giggled, prompting Sawyer to start pacing in the confined space, cussing under his breath. A shiver ran up Jack’s spine. No one had the right to be that sexy. These old elevator counterbalance mechanisms blocked from time to time if the doors were not properly closed. Or sometimes they stopped for no discernable reason, and then just started working again later.
“Did you check the door?”
Sawyer gave him a pointed look and gritted his teeth as an answer.
“OK, stupid question, sorry.”
Sawyer sighed, as it was the biggest understatement ever, before pointing to a piece of metal several feet out of his reach.
“Go check the latch on the outside door up there. I think that’s the problem.’
Jack ran up to the door and the latch was indeed out of place, probably due to vibrations. He clasped it in place and with a grating sound the elevator was back in motion, going down. He didn’t hear the door opening, but the mechanism was working again right away, lifting Sawyer in all of his pissed off glory towards him. Jack had the clever idea not to wait and opened the apartment’s door, going straight for the bathroom. He heard the two metal doors open, then close violently. Like an afterthought, there were two more distinct slams on metal that he guessed were Sawyer kicking the device.
“Bitch.”
Jack laughed at that and started the water, before stripping off his damp clothes. Sawyer entered the bathroom, obviously still furious.
“Are you laughing at me?”
Somehow the angry tone had lost its edge at the end of the sentence, as his eyed roamed on Jack’s body appreciatively.
“Come on, you got to admit it’s a bit funny.”
Sawyer shook his head.
“Not at all. I need coffee and I’m hungry. Not a good time to mess with me.”
Jack laughed again and stepped under the warm spray. It was the day of the understatements.
“But… Why do you even take the thing Sawyer? It is only five floors.”
Sawyer rolled his eyes.
“Only jackrabbits love to jump down stairs at dawn. Freak.”
It was indeed out of character for Sawyer to be up (and even more so, fully clothed) before noon.
“Is there a special reason why I didn’t get to wake you up with a nice and slow blowjob, baby?”
Sawyer smiled at that, predatory, and started to strip before prowling towards the shower stall.
“It’s Wednesday. I thought we might go that kid’s science museum you keep bugging me about, and finish the afternoon at the menagerie. They are feeding the fauves today.”
Jack observed the way he was closing on him and thought that he was well on the way of being the meal of his own big cat.
Not that he had something against that.
The end.
zelda_zee. I didn't read anything generated from those words before posting this, so if there are similarities... I call brain melt!
Title: Stuck. Again.
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer so yes, mention of slash. Future fic and/or AU fic, very vague.
Prompt: “Paris, elevator, hungry” for Lost Riffs at
lostsquee
Rating: sadly PG-13 for bad words and sexual innuendo. No smut because I don’t have time to continue it. woe :(
Length: about 750 words
Summary: Sawyer is stuck in the elevator. Again
A/N: again unbetaed, I’m sorry. So sorry. Tell me where I suck, I’ll fix it.
Stuck. Again.
It was a glorious May morning, pleasantly warm and perfect for jogging alongside the Seine and in the Jardin du Luxembourg, on the same little course he found himself taking every morning. The city was just waking up as he made it back to the apartment, cafés opening and bakeries attracting the first clients of the day. Jack smiled to the pretty brunette of the 202 and held the door while she got out with her small dog, exchanging a courteous “Bonjour”. In other circumstances, he would have noticed her flirtatious smile; But not today. All he had in mind was to take a quick shower and wake Sawyer up the best way he could think of, so his lazy boyfriend would agree not to waste all morning in bed and enjoy this perfect day.
Running up the stairs by taking them 3 by 3, he was a flight of stairs away from their flat when he noticed Sawyer, sitting in the elevator with his back to him, in between two floors. He almost tripped and missed his next hop, before stopping, confused, chest heaving.
“Sawyer ?”
“Good morning Doc.” The voice was calm. Too calm.
“And what…”
Of course it was the exact almost-question he was NOT supposed to ask.
Sawyer sprang upward in a fluid motion that only him could pull off and clutched at the rod iron bars of the elevator cage, giving him the mother of all death glares.
“What do you think, Clouseau? I’m stuck in the goddam elevator. Again.”
The ferocious growl made Jack back up a bit while simultaneously sending his pulse racing a bit faster. A pissed off Sawyer was a hot as hell Sawyer.
He really should not have smiled though.
Sawyer started shaking the cage violently, eyes throwing daggers.
“Do something, now, or I kill you.”
Jack giggled, prompting Sawyer to start pacing in the confined space, cussing under his breath. A shiver ran up Jack’s spine. No one had the right to be that sexy. These old elevator counterbalance mechanisms blocked from time to time if the doors were not properly closed. Or sometimes they stopped for no discernable reason, and then just started working again later.
“Did you check the door?”
Sawyer gave him a pointed look and gritted his teeth as an answer.
“OK, stupid question, sorry.”
Sawyer sighed, as it was the biggest understatement ever, before pointing to a piece of metal several feet out of his reach.
“Go check the latch on the outside door up there. I think that’s the problem.’
Jack ran up to the door and the latch was indeed out of place, probably due to vibrations. He clasped it in place and with a grating sound the elevator was back in motion, going down. He didn’t hear the door opening, but the mechanism was working again right away, lifting Sawyer in all of his pissed off glory towards him. Jack had the clever idea not to wait and opened the apartment’s door, going straight for the bathroom. He heard the two metal doors open, then close violently. Like an afterthought, there were two more distinct slams on metal that he guessed were Sawyer kicking the device.
“Bitch.”
Jack laughed at that and started the water, before stripping off his damp clothes. Sawyer entered the bathroom, obviously still furious.
“Are you laughing at me?”
Somehow the angry tone had lost its edge at the end of the sentence, as his eyed roamed on Jack’s body appreciatively.
“Come on, you got to admit it’s a bit funny.”
Sawyer shook his head.
“Not at all. I need coffee and I’m hungry. Not a good time to mess with me.”
Jack laughed again and stepped under the warm spray. It was the day of the understatements.
“But… Why do you even take the thing Sawyer? It is only five floors.”
Sawyer rolled his eyes.
“Only jackrabbits love to jump down stairs at dawn. Freak.”
It was indeed out of character for Sawyer to be up (and even more so, fully clothed) before noon.
“Is there a special reason why I didn’t get to wake you up with a nice and slow blowjob, baby?”
Sawyer smiled at that, predatory, and started to strip before prowling towards the shower stall.
“It’s Wednesday. I thought we might go that kid’s science museum you keep bugging me about, and finish the afternoon at the menagerie. They are feeding the fauves today.”
Jack observed the way he was closing on him and thought that he was well on the way of being the meal of his own big cat.
Not that he had something against that.
The end.