ohhh, fic! for Queen gemjam
oh, my Queen!
I tried to work in one of my favorite kink, but the fic would not go to porn. I hope you enjoy it none the less!
I am really sorry, but this didn't see a beta and is surely full of embarassing mistakes. forgive me, flist. I didn't have much time.
Some days just keep you spinning.
Jack/Sawyer, around 825 words, PG-13 for language
Finally, after nearly a year, they are on a ship getting the hell out of dodge. And pretty damn happy about it too, if you ask him. But once the adrenaline settles and the island disappears on the horizon, Sawyer turns his back to the water and leans on the rail. No need to do like Sayid, Jack and Kate and wait for Ben to appear on a broom shooting laser beams or whatever they seem to be expecting.
The sailors milling about in their uniforms (the crew is graciously from some obscure country, so they cannot chat much, thank god) makes Sawyer self conscious. They had to be rescued by the fucking foreign cavalry, of all things. When he looks at himself and at the other survivors, in rags and filthy, Sawyer scowls. Call him vain, but it puts him on edge. The men wear crew cut, job obliges, and not for the first time Sawyer thinks Jack really had the good idea, keeping it short.
Threading his fingers in his hair, Sawyer feel them being at the same time oily and sun damaged, splitting all over the place. He makes a disgusted face. More to himself than to really share his thoughts, he grumbles out loud.
"I need to borrow a clipper and get rid of it all."
Jack and Kate look over their shoulders to him, with a disgusting synchronicity, and even speak at the same time.
"Really?"
Kate says with a teasing smile just as Jack lets out a very loud and surprisingly heartfelt
"NO!"
Sawyer jaw drops, so does Kate's and Sayid is totally giving a rapidly-becoming-beet-red Jack the quirked eyebrow of amusement. Jack eyes are round and he gapes like a fish once or twice before turning around to face the ocean some more, saying more by his reaction than they need to fill in the blanks. Sawyer chuckles. And starts to grin. Because if he really never ever saw that one coming? He cannot say it is a bad development. In fact, it’s about the best thing that happened all day. Well possibly after getting off that rock, but maybe even before that.
Kate is obviously confused but Sayid has a knowing smirk.
"Kate? If you would please come with me, I think we should go plan how we will get you out of this boat before the authorities are aware of your presence."
Sawyer thinks he might love Sayid a little for that, and for dragging a bewildered Kate by the elbow behind him. Kate goes, but keeps turning her head back, looking at them both (but especially at Jack) with something that looks like betrayal. Sawyer cannot help it, his smiles get wider. Take that, honey.
When they are suitably alone (or as much as they will get) Sawyer turns his attention to Jack, noting how his ears are now red too. He could make a joke, but he's afraid Jack is going to just run away any second. He makes his voice as non-threatening as he can.
"Okay, so that was interesting."
Jack tenses up even more, and doesn't bulge.
"Soooooo... you don't think I should cut my hair?"
Jack shakes his head no. Sawyer offers some more rope.
"Uh. So. You like my hair, then?"
Jack nods, his knuckles getting white on the railing. It suddenly dawns on Sawyer that Jack is bracing himself for a rejection, sure he's going to get teased to death. He takes a step towards Jack, then two, getting in his bubble but not touching him. When he speaks again it's as soft as he can.
"Maybe... maybe you'd like to touch it?"
Jack turns and his eyes are intent, searching Sawyer's face to be sure he's not being cruelly leaded on. He does bring a hand up, and Sawyer holds his breath, never breaking eye contact as Jack tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. His voice is lower than Sawyer's ever heard it.
"Yes. You'd let me touch your hair?"
Sawyer gives Jack his most seductive smile.
"Hell Doc, I'll let you do whatever you want with it. With me."
Jack's eyes crinkle as he smiles back. He looks away and then back at Sawyer, and there is a new confidence there. It's that assurance Jack gets when he knows he’s in control.
"Better be careful with what you say, Sawyer."
Sawyer raises his eyebrows and leers.
"Oh yeah?"
Jack's smile is now predatory and it is sexy as hell.
"Yeah. I'm warning you right now. I know exactly what I want and you're going to give it to me. And the first thing is that you're going to keep your hair long enough so I can grip it good as you suck my cock, do you get that?"
Sawyer nods, eyes sparkling. Of course Jack is going to be a bossy son of a bitch for sex too. Not that he has anything against that.
The End
Sorry! Porny muse has escaped! And no time to go further!!! Love you my Queen!
I tried to work in one of my favorite kink, but the fic would not go to porn. I hope you enjoy it none the less!
I am really sorry, but this didn't see a beta and is surely full of embarassing mistakes. forgive me, flist. I didn't have much time.
Some days just keep you spinning.
Jack/Sawyer, around 825 words, PG-13 for language
Finally, after nearly a year, they are on a ship getting the hell out of dodge. And pretty damn happy about it too, if you ask him. But once the adrenaline settles and the island disappears on the horizon, Sawyer turns his back to the water and leans on the rail. No need to do like Sayid, Jack and Kate and wait for Ben to appear on a broom shooting laser beams or whatever they seem to be expecting.
The sailors milling about in their uniforms (the crew is graciously from some obscure country, so they cannot chat much, thank god) makes Sawyer self conscious. They had to be rescued by the fucking foreign cavalry, of all things. When he looks at himself and at the other survivors, in rags and filthy, Sawyer scowls. Call him vain, but it puts him on edge. The men wear crew cut, job obliges, and not for the first time Sawyer thinks Jack really had the good idea, keeping it short.
Threading his fingers in his hair, Sawyer feel them being at the same time oily and sun damaged, splitting all over the place. He makes a disgusted face. More to himself than to really share his thoughts, he grumbles out loud.
"I need to borrow a clipper and get rid of it all."
Jack and Kate look over their shoulders to him, with a disgusting synchronicity, and even speak at the same time.
"Really?"
Kate says with a teasing smile just as Jack lets out a very loud and surprisingly heartfelt
"NO!"
Sawyer jaw drops, so does Kate's and Sayid is totally giving a rapidly-becoming-beet-red Jack the quirked eyebrow of amusement. Jack eyes are round and he gapes like a fish once or twice before turning around to face the ocean some more, saying more by his reaction than they need to fill in the blanks. Sawyer chuckles. And starts to grin. Because if he really never ever saw that one coming? He cannot say it is a bad development. In fact, it’s about the best thing that happened all day. Well possibly after getting off that rock, but maybe even before that.
Kate is obviously confused but Sayid has a knowing smirk.
"Kate? If you would please come with me, I think we should go plan how we will get you out of this boat before the authorities are aware of your presence."
Sawyer thinks he might love Sayid a little for that, and for dragging a bewildered Kate by the elbow behind him. Kate goes, but keeps turning her head back, looking at them both (but especially at Jack) with something that looks like betrayal. Sawyer cannot help it, his smiles get wider. Take that, honey.
When they are suitably alone (or as much as they will get) Sawyer turns his attention to Jack, noting how his ears are now red too. He could make a joke, but he's afraid Jack is going to just run away any second. He makes his voice as non-threatening as he can.
"Okay, so that was interesting."
Jack tenses up even more, and doesn't bulge.
"Soooooo... you don't think I should cut my hair?"
Jack shakes his head no. Sawyer offers some more rope.
"Uh. So. You like my hair, then?"
Jack nods, his knuckles getting white on the railing. It suddenly dawns on Sawyer that Jack is bracing himself for a rejection, sure he's going to get teased to death. He takes a step towards Jack, then two, getting in his bubble but not touching him. When he speaks again it's as soft as he can.
"Maybe... maybe you'd like to touch it?"
Jack turns and his eyes are intent, searching Sawyer's face to be sure he's not being cruelly leaded on. He does bring a hand up, and Sawyer holds his breath, never breaking eye contact as Jack tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. His voice is lower than Sawyer's ever heard it.
"Yes. You'd let me touch your hair?"
Sawyer gives Jack his most seductive smile.
"Hell Doc, I'll let you do whatever you want with it. With me."
Jack's eyes crinkle as he smiles back. He looks away and then back at Sawyer, and there is a new confidence there. It's that assurance Jack gets when he knows he’s in control.
"Better be careful with what you say, Sawyer."
Sawyer raises his eyebrows and leers.
"Oh yeah?"
Jack's smile is now predatory and it is sexy as hell.
"Yeah. I'm warning you right now. I know exactly what I want and you're going to give it to me. And the first thing is that you're going to keep your hair long enough so I can grip it good as you suck my cock, do you get that?"
Sawyer nods, eyes sparkling. Of course Jack is going to be a bossy son of a bitch for sex too. Not that he has anything against that.
The End
Sorry! Porny muse has escaped! And no time to go further!!! Love you my Queen!