BORING: For zelda_zee
Title: Boring
Featuring: Jack/Sawyer/Sayid
Written for: zelda_zee for the lost_hohoho Christmas fic challenge. Zelda wanted either:
Sayid/Sawyer, AU or futurefic (post rescue), smut plz, kink a plus but not required
Sayid/Jack, AU or futurefic (post rescue), smut plz, kink a plus but not required
OR
Jack/Sawyer, AU or futurefic (post rescue), smut plz, kink a plus but not required
And I got a bit carried away and found J/S/S instead, so I hope she likes it anyway. Not sure if there’s much kink, but there’s definitely smut.
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Beta: The lovely kitty_trio, who has my undying devotion for her concrit and helpful advice.
Sawyer was bored. He’d been back in the States for close to a year now, and life was just boring. Okay, so the island hadn’t been a bowl of cherries a lot of the time, but it was never as dull as LA, no matter how you looked at it.
He hadn’t kept in touch with any of the people from ‘their’ side of the island since they’d been rescued; just didn’t see the point of that now. He hadn’t gone back to conning either, although at times he wondered why, it at least gave him moments of being on the edge and vital somehow.
Instead, he’d taken a dull, ordinary, keep-things-ticking-along job; so very not him. He assessed insurance claims. Very ho-hum. Just the sort of guy he’d despised in his former life. Why he’d done it, he still couldn’t figure, but here he was.
Weekends, and sometimes other nights of the week too, he went looking for something to relieve the tedium of his desk-bound job. In the early days, that had meant bars and drinking, and then increasingly, nightclubs. The trips to straight nightclubs with the pretty but cheap girls had gradually changed to include more frequent visits to gay clubs with plenty of hot young men, until they were the only places he seemed to find himself in now.
He’d changed because he’d gotten sick of picking up Kate look-alikes who did nothing for his memory of her strawberry kisses, or Ana substitutes who never seemed to possess her fire; and then escaping from their beds as quickly as he was able to after the sex was over.
So he changed to picking up college boys - and they were all college boys for some reason - who looked like Jack but didn’t contain his mystery; all earnest and ready for life-long commitments. Either that or tanned-skinned, long-haired bohemians who wanted to save the world. These boys were like Sayid physically, of course; but none of them held thunder in their eyes like Sayid, nor could be convinced to tie him to the bed and hold a knife to his throat.
Tonight was no exception to his recent routine and he felt bored with the whole thing, not just his job. He sat at the bar and sipped at the Jack, trying not to think who it reminded him of, sighing at the lack of excitement and turning to survey the dancers through jaded green eyes.
The usual sort of crowd - pretty boys that attracted eager older guys with money to spare and thoughts centred on their groins, hot bods with no limits willing to take anyone on, a few couples out for fun, and a smattering of shy first timers lurking round the edges.
There had been a time when Sawyer would have been in the middle of the throng, leading the rich men on, trying to get them to empty their pockets in his direction along with their cocks; or else he would have enjoyed leading a virgin into uncharted waters, giving them a first time to remember forever, and himself a taste of something fresh and unspoiled.
But now, with memories of the island crowding his thoughts far too often, he couldn’t imagine going back into the fray any more. He’d about done his dash with the substitutes too, so he wasn’t even sure why he was here tonight.
Then he spotted him.
A look-alike, he thought at first, eyes drawn to the smoothly moving figure like iron sand to a magnet despite how he felt. But no, it was the real McCoy, he was sure of it now.
Sayid.
What on earth was he doing here, in LA, in a gay club, and on the dance floor?
Lowering the glass he’d been raising to his mouth to watch him some more unhindered, Sawyer thought, beautiful. There was no other word for it, and the blonde’s throat felt abruptly dry as he watched, remembering another time watching the man on the island. He hadn’t been dancing then, but he’d been moving like someone who knew how.
Sawyer swallowed, and then took a gulp of his drink before moving his eyes back to the figure in the crowd, his eyes picking Sayid out effortlessly, even in the half-light. His motions were fluid, smooth, like he was born to dance, and now Sawyer couldn’t help wishing that it were him out there with Sayid.
He finally turned his attention to the man dancing with Sayid, difficult though it was even now, having already eyed the Iraqi for some minutes. He was taller, his back to Sawyer so he couldn’t judge how well suited they were, and had shaggy brownish hair. Beyond that, Sawyer couldn’t see much more. The guy also seemed able to move fairly well, but he didn’t quite have that little something else in his movements that had drawn Sawyer’s eye to Sayid.
Suddenly jealous, Sawyer narrowed his eyes and looked back to his glass before taking another swig to finish it, then spinning back around on his seat to indicate to the barman for another. Ordinarily, even the barman would have interested him somewhat, but today the straight-seeming, athletically muscled guy just paled in comparison to what Sawyer had just seen behind him.
He smiled briefly in thanks when his glass was full, ignoring the slightly curious look he received that was a dead giveaway on the ‘straight-seeming’, and turned back to pick out Sayid in the crowd again.
The music morphed into something slower and Sawyer felt the prickle of jealousy under his scalp again as the taller man put his hands around Sayid’s neck and the Iraqi’s hands went almost unthinkingly to the brunette’s waist.
Sniffing to himself to push the unwarranted evil green monster away, Sawyer took another drink, and then continued watching the pair, trying to read how close they were from the body language. Sayid leaned forward and spoke directly into the other man’s ear, eliciting a nod in reply, and then they continued their slow dance.
As the song began to change again, once more to something faster, Sayid whispered again into his boyfriend’s ear, the other man leaning forward and clearly saying something back although Sawyer could not see his lips. Then they began to make their way off the dance floor, moving unevenly towards the door.
Sawyer downed the rest of his drink and fished some bills from his wallet to throw on the counter in payment, then he was up and moving in the same direction before he could think to tell himself not to follow.
Why the guy would even be interested in him after all this time, Sawyer couldn’t begin to imagine, especially not as he clearly had someone at least for tonight, if not further entrenched in his life. They’d been holding hands as they moved through the crowd too, surely an indication of how things stood.
This was a guy that Sawyer had always assumed was straight, someone he’d watched from afar, not daring to even tease for a reaction, in case he got the wrong one. After he’d been tortured by the man - almost his own choice, considering how he could have ended it any time with a few simple words - and the thrill of the Iraqi’s threats, never mind the knife, had gotten him hard, he was surprised Sayid hadn’t said anything if he was inclined that way… but then, he supposed now, without going into it in too much depth, it had hardly been the moment back then.
He struggled not to lose the two men in the sea of people, which had somehow gotten deeper since he’d dived into the crowd, but eventually could see he was making some progress while they had stopped at the coat check. Jackets recovered, they were moving again, but Sawyer was almost close enough to hear them now, had they been speaking.
Then they were out the door, Sawyer mere yards behind. He hesitated as he reached the sidewalk, watching the two men move down the street, the taller man’s arm thrown carelessly across Sayid’s shoulder as they moved, oblivious to the people around them.
Running his hand through his hair in indecision as he watched the two men move away, Sawyer frowned at himself. Was there even any point in following them? Did it matter he’d seen Sayid in a gay bar? If he caught up with him further down the street… Sawyer couldn’t quite walk away, and yet it seemed too hard now he was back in the street to just follow them. In any case, they’d probably be hailing a cab soon. People didn’t walk far in LA.
Someone knocked into him as he stood there and a rowdy crowd emerged from the club behind him. He was shoved in the direction of the retreating backs of his target, so Sawyer figured it had to be some kind of a sign. The laughing man who’d bumped into him offered a “Sorry, man”, but Sawyer wasn’t listening. He was already making the distance between himself and the other men disappear as rapidly as parts of the plane had disappeared into the ocean that fateful day.
Then, before he could think too much on it and hesitate again, he made himself speak, voice not sounding as casual as he’d hoped.
“Sayid.”
The Iraqi and the man with him turned, separating from each other and both looking back at the blonde.
“Sawyer?” came a familiar voice, and it wasn’t Sayid’s.
Sawyer was dumbfounded for a second, unable to believe what he was seeing. He blinked several times and then took a step back before speaking.
“Doc? That really you under all that hair?” he finally managed, sounding a little less than his usual cocky self even to his own ears.
“Yeah, a little different, huh?” Jack replied with a slightly self-effacing grin.
“Well, imagine that,” Sawyer recovered a little, looking from one man to the other.
“It’s good to see you, Sawyer,” Sayid said, smiling and holding out a hand.
Sawyer nodded and grasped the hand, giving a quick but firm shake, then turned as Jack offered his too, and did the same again.
“You living in LA?” Jack asked, pushing his hair behind one ear with long fingers after they’d shaken hands.
Sawyer just looked at him for a moment, the other man’s unconscious action having sent a thrill of something he didn’t know if he wanted to recognise through him.
“Uh… yeah. Yeah, I am,” he nodded again, pushing his own hands into his jeans pockets and rocking on his feet slightly, “You two… uh… you as well?”
Jack smiled then, trading a look with Sayid that Sawyer couldn’t read. He thought how much younger, more carefree somehow, the guy seemed. Maybe it was just the hair, but maybe it was being away from all that responsibility, or maybe it was simple as being with Sayid. For his part, Sayid didn’t look all that different, Sawyer thought, transferring his gaze to the darker man.
“We both live here, yes,” Sayid confirmed with a nod, flicking another glance back at Jack, “Not together though.”
Sore point? Sawyer couldn’t be sure, but he wondered at the continued exchange of looks. He raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, saying nothing.
“Look… you wanna come have a drink with us?” Jack offered, playing Mr Nice Guy.
Sawyer wasn’t quite sure he liked this version of the doctor, despite all his previous thoughts of getting him naked. The whole Sayid/Jack dynamic had thrown him a little. While he’d never imagined Sayid was gay, he’d already wondered about the doc. He just never imagined him the type to flaunt it. The whole ‘dancing in a gay club and walking down the street with your arm around your lover’ thing seemed so at odds with how he imagined Jack would be in public.
“Hey,” Sawyer said, looking away, “I don’t wanna interrupt anything. You guys were obviously…” he trailed off, glancing back and running a hand through his hair. He shrugged, and then continued, “Anyway, you probably got some place to be. I should get moving myself.”
He didn’t move though. Jack and Sayid exchanged another look and then Sayid spoke, “Actually, if you have time… we were going to have coffee at my place. You’d be most welcome to join us.”
Sawyer chewed his lip for a moment, thinking. He really wasn’t sure he wouldn’t be in the way, but something about the thought of watching these two together, figuring out their relationship, had him intrigued. And that was without even thinking about the whole sexually charged idea of them naked together.
“Sure,” he shrugged in the end, “my appointment can wait a little longer.”
Not that he had one, but he didn’t want them to think he hadn’t after what he’d just said.
“Good,” Sayid smiled, “lets get a cab.”
Jack gave Sawyer a disarmingly friendly smile as Sayid stepped out to hail the cab.
“You obviously saw us,” he tested, raising his eyebrows in query.
Nodding, but not looking back at him, Sawyer instead watched Sayid effortlessly stop not one but two cabs, then wave one on as he turned back to gesture to Jack and Sawyer to join him, “Yeah. You two been…” he hesitated, unsure how to put it, then went on with a wry grin at the doctor, “…dancing together long?”
It was Jack’s turn to be surprised. He obviously hadn’t seen Sawyer inside the club. Perhaps he’d just assumed he’d caught up with them on the street.
“I…” he started, then nodded in Sayid’s direction as they stepped up to the cab, “that is… we… met again a few months back; ran into each other in a bar. Yeah, okay, a gay bar,” he admitted with a sheepish attempt at a grin.
Sawyer huffed, amused that he’d disconcerted Jack a little, considering how taken aback he’d been himself at realising exactly who Sayid was wrapped around just a few moments ago.
They climbed into the back seat on either side of the Iraqi, none of them even seeming to consider for a second that one could sit in the front. The journey was fairly quick, and the three men didn’t speak much, heat building awkwardly between them as their legs pressed against each other.
At the other end, Sawyer reached for his wallet, but Jack was faster, handing over money to the driver before the others could protest, not that Sayid looked as if he was about to. Sawyer pushed his wallet back into his pocket as they climbed out, and he looked up at the apartment building they’d stopped in front of. Pretty impressive, he thought, swivelling his eyes to look at Sayid again and wondering what he did to earn the sort of money that would allow him to live in a fancy place like this.
“Come inside, gentlemen,” Sayid welcomed them, holding open the lobby door and ushering Sawyer and Jack inside.
They were still silent, even inside the elevator; Sawyer once again wondering why he was here, and why he’d let on to Jack that he’d been inside the club too. The door shut and Jack took Sayid’s hand. Sawyer’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the movement, and to his surprise, Sayid pulled away.
Narrowing his eyes, Sawyer looked at Sayid’s face, which was as inscrutable as ever as he stared up at the indicator lights. A glimpse of Jack revealed a different picture. The look in his eyes was enlightening. Distinctly hurt. And yet they’d seemed so open out there on the street. What was so different about in here where no one could see them except Sawyer, who had already seen how things stood? Or thought he had. He raised his head and with that, realised that there was a security camera in the elevator, which perhaps went some way to explain Sayid’s behaviour.
The door opened and all three of them stepped out onto Sayid’s floor. He led the way down to an ordinary-looking but solid door and opened it, stepping through and holding the door back while the others followed him in.
Sawyer was even more impressed once he caught sight of the decor. An expert had decorated it, quite clearly. Sawyer had seen a few fancy apartments in his time, so he knew the professional touches.
“Wow,” he whistled, “Some place. I’m impressed.”
“Thank you,” Sayid nodded, clearly pleased, “Through here.”
He directed the others to a spacious living room and Jack promptly sat down on a stylish but not very comfortable looking couch. Sawyer looked around, and then moved over to the large window overlooking a balcony.
“I’ll just start some coffee,” Sayid advised them and disappeared through a door, closing it behind him.
Sawyer studied Jack some more as he turned in front of the window. The doctor ran his hands through his hair unevenly and smiled back at Sawyer.
“You really do look different with hair,” Sawyer noted, tilting his head and reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes.
“Yeah, I guess,” Jack smirked, studying Sawyer equally as intensely, a note in his eyes that the blonde didn’t remember seeing before, “and you’d better go onto the balcony if you’re going to smoke. This is a ‘no smoking’ apartment.”
“Figures,” Sawyer huffed, opening the door and stepping out.
Jack shook his head, amused, and followed him out, leaning on the rail next to Sawyer, asking, “Can I bum one of those?”
“You smoking now?” Sawyer tilted an eyebrow at him, but knocked one out of the pack for him as Jack nodded. Turning, he cupped his hand around Jack’s as he lit it for him, then returned to puffing on his own already lit smoke.
“I never realised Sayid swung both ways,” he said finally after some minutes of silence, only the sound of them gently inhaling and then exhaling on their cigarettes filling the space.
“And you knew I did?” Jack looked surprised, turning a little so they looked at each other.
“You always had such a tight-ass expression on your face, I figured you had to be a closet case,” Sawyer smirked, puffing on his smoke again before studying the expression in brown eyes.
Jack took another drag on his own cigarette as Sawyer spoke, almost choking at the words, and then he laughed.
“Yeah, well, I probably did, that’s true. Things have changed a bit.”
“More’n a bit, doc,” Sawyer waggled his eyebrows, “Couldn’t imagine you in a gay bar, much less dancin’ in one before tonight, tight-ass or not. What happened?”
Just then, the door to the kitchen swung open and Sayid appeared in the living room behind them.
Jack guiltily flicked his cigarette over the edge of the balcony and breathed out the last puff of smoke, “Sayid happened. Don’t tell him I was smoking.”
It was Sawyer’s turn to laugh as he ground out his smoke under his heel and followed Jack back into the apartment, “Like he won’t be able to tell when you kiss him,” he murmured close to an ear.
Jack shivered at the proximity, or the words, Sawyer wasn’t sure which. The doctor closed the door behind them then moved over to where Sayid was making himself comfortable on the uncomfortable-looking couch. Sitting down close to the Iraqi, he leaned in and kissed him on the cheek as if to prove the blonde wrong, then turned back to stare at him pacifically as Sawyer found his own seat in the closest chair. Sayid merely smiled at the kiss, then gave Sawyer an interested look.
“So, Sawyer, tell us, what do you do here in LA?”
“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” Sawyer shook his head, pushing one hand through his expensive haircut.
“Oh?” Sayid raised an eyebrow, then leaned forward to pour the coffee.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sawyer dismissed. The last thing he wanted to talk about was how he seemed to be so respectable these days, “More interesting to me is what you do that you can afford this place?”
“Cream and sugar?” Sayid asked, then handed him a cup when he got a headshake in reply and handing one to Jack before picking up his own drink.
“Let’s just say, I have a very lucrative business in town,” Sayid answered him vaguely, giving Jack a look that clearly said he wouldn’t be impressed if Jack elaborated.
Jack merely gazed into his coffee cup as if it was the last thing on his mind. Sayid rested back against the couch, his free hand landing on Jack’s thigh casually. Sawyer looked at the hand, a pang of something confused making him sniff, then he turned his attention to Jack again.
“So what you doin’, doc? Working at a hospital here?”
Jack looked up from sipping at his drink and answered, “Actually, no. I’m bartending.”
“Fuck me…” Sawyer let out before he could stop himself, “Seriously?”
“Yeah, I’m serious,” Jack nodded.
Sawyer looked from one to the other for a minute, then added, “well, ain’t you just a bundle of surprises? Temporary though, right?”
“If you’re asking if giving up surgery’s temporary, then no,” Jack replied, shaking his head, “I can’t do that any more.”
He didn’t explain further; instead, turning his head to Sayid, he told the Iraqi, “Sawyer saw us dancing,” as if that clarified everything.
Sayid raised his eyebrows.
“He did, did he?” he queried, looking at Sawyer rather speculatively.
Sawyer had been pretty careful about his sexual exploits on the island, sticking mostly with the women, even if he had fantasised about both Jack and Sayid at different times. Of course there had been the brief thing with Boone, and that one time with one of the other guys, whatever his name was, Sawyer couldn’t even recall now.
He doubted either of these two had a clue about those encounters though, and the look Sayid was giving him now certainly seemed to be one of assessing something he hadn’t previously considered.
“So I was in the nightclub,” Sawyer tried, not sure whether he was giving an excuse or an explanation, “It don’t mean anything.”
Sayid looked at Jack and the other man shrugged, lifting his eyebrows and shaking his head.
“What?” Sawyer asked, scowling at one and then the other of them.
Sayid began to move his hand slowly on Jack’s thigh, circling slightly, drawing Sawyer’s eyes to the spot. He swallowed awkwardly, another pulse of interest going through him, this time centring on his groin.
Sawyer couldn’t take his eyes off the hand, and as Jack moved involuntarily when Sayid’s fingers brushed against the obviously growing bulge in his trousers, he blinked, not having seen that coming despite the suggestive nature of the movements. Lifting his eyes as Sayid moved again, Sawyer almost spilt his coffee when he realised the other two men were now kissing openly, Sayid’s hand still moving.
Fuck! He managed to place the cup down on the table next to him before he scalded himself and vaguely he wondered when the others had managed to ditch their own cups as they may have both been holding something hot now, but it sure wasn’t coffee any more.
Sayid’s hand was plainly fondling Jack’s crotch now, and their tongues were duelling softly. Sawyer’s breath caught at the eroticism of it, and he wondered what they were trying to do to him. Jack’s hands were winding their way into soft dark hair and Sayid’s spare hand had found its way inside Jack’s half-open shirt. The kiss seemed to go on forever, and Sawyer felt dizzy until he realised he was still holding his breath and let it out with an almost needy sigh.
At the sound, Jack broke the kiss and gave Sawyer a look so full of lust that the blonde was tempted to jump him. What kind of game were these two playing? Instead he gripped the chair arms tightly and asked breathlessly, “What the fuck?”
“See anything you like?” Sayid asked, flicking Jack’s shirt buttons open slowly, his eyes on Sawyer.
Sawyer licked his lips, eyes travelling from Sayid’s to Jack’s and then to the fingers now sliding over Jack’s exposed nipple.
Jack looked back at Sayid again, watching him watching Sawyer, then gasped as Sayid pinched his nipple.
The arch of Jack’s neck was too much for Sawyer and he found himself standing, and then moving the few feet between the chair and the couch without thought. He kneeled down and reached out a hand towards that spot on Jack’s neck, but before he could touch, Sayid’s hand caught his, holding it back.
“No touching until I say,” Sayid told him, causing Sawyer to frown.
Sayid smiled evilly and went back to causing Jack to whimper with his ministrations.
“Fuck…” Sawyer moaned, kneeling still and obeying Sayid for some reason he didn’t quite understand, hands clenching tightly at his sides. So close and yet so far away.
Jack turned the puppy-dog eyes full of lust on Sawyer again and he had to swallow once more to stop himself whimpering too. Then his eyes were back on Sayid, his tongue this time, now licking the spot on Jack’s neck that Sawyer had been reaching for. After a moment, Sayid’s mouth was moving again, the lips working their way back to Jack’s and then their tongues met wetly, making Sawyer lick his own lips in desperation.
“Fuck, Sayid, what are you doing?” Sawyer whispered hoarsely.
“You don’t know?” Sayid drew away from Jack long enough to ask, his eyebrow quirking amusedly. Then they were kissing again, Sayid’s hand still on Jack’s erection through his jeans, his other hand reaching now for his belt.
Jack didn’t seem to care about Sawyer’s proximity for now, although his heated crotch was mere inches from the other man’s right knee. One of Jack’s hands was tangled in Sayid’s dark hair, the other resting now against his nearest thigh.
Sayid pulled away at last, pushing Jack down on the couch lengthways and quickly unbuckling his pants. He slid them down Jack’s thighs slowly, looking back into Sawyer’s eyes for a second before removing them completely in one smooth movement along with his shorts. Where the doc’s shoes had gone, Sawyer couldn’t say, but he didn’t remember him removing them. Jack’s cock sprang up invitingly and Sawyer moved forward infinitesimally, quivering with need.
Jack’s eyes turned from Sayid back to Sawyer and he licked his lips now as if inviting him to kiss them. But Sawyer couldn’t move unless Sayid allowed it and he knew it. Sawyer pleaded with his eyes, refusing to be drawn to do so in words.
Hands massaging Jack’s thighs now, Sayid’s smile hadn’t faltered as he watched Sawyer grow more desperate. He leaned down deliberately and licked the smooth head of Jack’s erection, which made the other man whimper and close his eyes. Sawyer echoed the whimper despite himself, and he began to think his cock was going to explode, even without being touched.
Sayid’s tongue moved gently around the head of Jack’s cock, the tip of it seeking pleasure points that he obviously knew very well, going by the sounds Jack was now emitting. Sayid’s hands slid up to hold Jack down by the hips, effectively stopping him from bucking upwards. Jack’s hands buried themselves in Sayid’s long tresses, alternately gripping strands and stroking them as Sayid moved his lips over the hard flesh with a purpose now.
No matter what Sayid was likely to do, Sawyer couldn’t hold back any more. His self-control, never all that great at the best of times, had definitely run away now. Firstly, he unzipped his pants, allowing his own erection the freedom it sought. Taking a deep breath he put a hand on Jack’s chest, fingers skimming over his nearest nipple.
Sayid pulled off Jack’s cock as he noticed the motion, and he kneeled up between Jack’s legs, a menacing look on his face.
“Fuck you, Sayid,” Sawyer scowled, leaning over Jack and thrusting his tongue into the surprised man’s mouth.
Jack wasn’t surprised for long though, and he responded instantly, tongue winding around Sawyer’s like he’d somehow been waiting for it. His hands, which had fallen from Sayid’s hair as the Iraqi sat up, now moved to undo the buttons on Sawyer’s shirt as he bent over him.
Suddenly Sawyer felt his head jerked backwards by the hair and he was staring into a pair of very angry eyes.
“Didn’t I tell you to wait?” Sayid growled lowly, causing a throbbing in Sawyer’s cock that made him want to ask Sayid to tie him up again.
“Sayid…” Jack said, abandoning Sawyer’s buttons and leaning up onto his elbows, unsure. His cock hadn’t gone down though, so this was obviously still doing something for him, Sawyer managed to think despite the hand still gripping his hair.
Sayid let go of the hair but his look was still wild.
And then, just as suddenly, Sawyer’s mouth was full of demanding tongue and lips and teeth - Sayid’s mouth. He couldn’t help but respond, and just as aggressively. His hands moved over Jack’s body under both of them, finding the hard cock and fisting it hard. Jack started to groan, laying back again and closing his eyes once more.
Finally, they had to breathe, and both drew back a little, panting heavily. Sawyer realised his lip was bleeding as he licked the spot Sayid had bitten, but he didn’t care, the copper tang just driving him on. They eyed each other for a minute, and then almost as if they’d read each other’s minds, they both lowered heads to Jack’s crotch, Sawyer taking his hand off the man’s cock in order to use his tongue on it.
Sayid was tonguing Jack’s balls and Sawyer lavished attention on the thick cock, licking around the head and sliding his tongue wetly down the underside, his hands spread out; one on Jack’s stomach, the other curled around the nearest thigh. Jack could barely keep still under this, spreading his legs further and writhing, and his whimpering had definitely increased. Sawyer dipped his head to lick at the balls too for a second, his tongue and Sayid’s overlapping.
“Fuck!” Jack cried, trying to thrust upward.
Sawyer went back to the cock, wetting his lips and then taking it deep into his mouth. He adjusted his knees, which were starting to hurt a little from the hard floor underneath, but he was determined to make Jack come before he moved, so he was prepared to put up with it a bit longer. He circled his fingers delicately through fine hairs on Jack’s stomach and squeezed his thigh with the other hand.
Jack’s hips were still being held down by Sayid, effectively stopping him from putting too much into the action, and now Sawyer noticed the Iraqi’s tongue trailing down closer to his asshole. Jack bucked despite the restraint of Sayid’s arms as the man’s tongue entered him, and the low groan he let out as Sawyer suckled hard at the same moment sent another wave of lust right through the blonde.
His eyes almost crossed as he kept them on Sayid’s tongue, Sawyer went all out, sure the man couldn’t hold out much longer under their duel attack. And he was right. With a strangled cry and a fistful of Sawyer’s hair, he was abruptly coming down his throat. The blonde swallowed convulsively, taking it all down, and then licking carefully off the lessening member.
Licking his lips, Sawyer watched Sayid’s tongue pulse in and out of Jack’s entrance a few more times and then he pulled out completely, hands stroking over the relaxed hips now, before turning blazing eyes back up to Sawyer.
“Want to carry him to the bedroom?”
The voice was low with desire, husky and deep, and Sawyer wasn’t sure if he meant he should carry Jack or Jack should carry him for a moment.
Jack, collapsed back on the uncomfortable couch, was still breathing heavily, but now he elbowed himself up again to watch the exchange between the other two.
“I think he can carry himself,” Sawyer suggested, quirking an eyebrow but not taking his eyes off Sayid’s.
Sayid stood up then, and Sawyer followed suit, barely caring that his cock was still hanging out of his pants, hard as a rock. Sayid obviously only cared in as much as the trousers weren’t completely off, and he quickly took care of that, pulling them down faster than Sawyer could have managed himself. He almost tripped climbing out of the boots and pulling the pants the rest of the way off, but just as he got his balance back, Sayid was on him, pushing him to the floor anyway.
The shirt followed in quick succession and then Sayid was straddling Sawyer, clothes still on.
“Wait…” Sawyer tried, hands reaching for the expensive shirt gracing the Iraqi’s chest.
“No,” Sayid growled, grabbing Sawyer’s wrists and holding them down over his head. His hair brushed against Sawyer’s face as he leaned in for a kiss, hips grinding down over the blonde’s naked groin.
Sawyer groaned, writhing.
“Fuck, Sayid, can’t you just fuck me?” he almost whined in his desperation when Sayid let up for air. Tossing his head about frustratedly, he noticed Jack leaning up on one elbow watching them with amusement glinting in sated brown eyes.
“Fuck, Jack, can’t you just make him move?” Sawyer moaned, trying to gain friction against Sayid’s ass.
Finally Sayid must have taken pity on him, because he let go of Sawyer’s hands and pulled off his shirt, letting Sawyer run fingers over his sweaty chest for a moment, before he moved off the blonde enough to remove his own footwear and trousers. It only took seconds and then he was reaching into the drawer on the side of the coffee table, coming back with a small bottle of lube and tipping some onto his fingers before Sawyer could do anything other than move up onto his own elbows.
“Roll over,” Sayid instructed, and Sawyer complied, with a quick glance at a smirking Jack as he did so. He frowned at the look, but continued with the action anyway, coming up onto hands and knees.
“Jack,” Sayid said, clearly about to involve him again, as he moved closer to Sawyer’s ass, “Come over here.”
Jack didn’t hesitate, like he did whatever Sayid told him, whenever he was told. He was next to them in an instant, waiting expectantly, cock already semi-hard again. Sawyer looked over his shoulder at them, his own cock aching now.
“Keep him busy at that end, hmm?” Sayid told Jack, kissing him seductively as if for his benefit, which it probably was, Sawyer thought wryly.
Once he’d let go of Jack, the taller man moved down to Sawyer’s head, sitting cross-legged in front of him and smiling at him strangely, but not yet touching. While Sawyer studied Jack’s expression, Sayid found the blonde’s entrance with a damp finger and circled it, causing Sawyer to shudder. Then, slowly, he pushed two fingers in, gasping a little at the tightness.
Sawyer closed his eyes, relaxing. It had been a while since he’d allowed this, but now, it was all he wanted.
“Kneel up, please?” Sayid requested politely, as if asking him to pass the salt at the dinner table.
Sawyer was confused for a second, trying to work out what Sayid wanted, but as Jack moved in front of him, it became evident. They had obviously played this game before, and obscurely, Sawyer wondered with whom.
“Here,” Jack indicated, kneeling opposite him and helping Sawyer into the position Sayid obviously wanted. The fingers still inside him kept moving, causing small gasps as Sawyer altered his stance, spreading his legs a little and leaning over Jack’s shoulders where he had placed Sawyer’s arms.
Tilting his head in pleasure, Sawyer automatically sought out the lips so near to him, thrusting his tongue in between and whimpering into Jack’s mouth. Behind him, Sayid placed a warm hand on the small of his back, drawing the fingers out and almost immediately lining up something bigger and hotter. He paused a second for more lube, and then, as Jack began to suck on Sawyer’s tongue, Sayid thrust in, hard and sharp, all the way.
Sawyer thought he might implode at the cross between pleasure and pain, and just when he thought it was enough and the absolute pleasure was taking over, he felt a hand on his cock. Sayid’s had both moved to his hips, steadying him as he began to plunge forcefully into a rhythm, so he knew it could only be Jack’s. At first the fingers feathered lightly over the head so delicately, in complete contrast with the powerful bucking going on behind him. Then as Jack sensed his impending orgasm, he sped up, sucking harder on his tongue and his other hand reaching up to twist a nipple.
It was all too much and Sawyer jerked back hard, his ass cheeks slapping against Sayid’s crotch noisily as he came over Jack’s hand. He had to pull back from Jack’s mouth then, clenching his inner muscles hard as he rode out his aftershocks, the surgeon’s skilful hand slowing on his cock as he did so. Sayid groaned as Sawyer’s breathing changed, thrusting more firmly as Jack stroked the hair on Sawyer’s head now resting on his shoulder. And then Sayid gave a few faster, harder thrusts and pounded his orgasm into the other man at last.
“Yes…” Sayid moaned as he pulled out, collapsing back down onto the floor behind Sawyer.
Jack took most of Sawyer’s weight now, as he too seemed unable to hold his own. He continued to stroke the blonde’s hair, and then he was easing him over to where Sayid lay, kissing at his neck and making him shiver as if he knew that was one of Sawyer’s weak spots.
“Jesus, fuck…” Sawyer managed, half-draped across Jack and looking down at the darker man still breathing heavily, a hand thrown loosely across his eyes, “Is that what you wanted me to come up here for?”
Jack laughed, and Sayid uncovered his eyes.
“Well,” Sayid managed, licking his lips slowly, as the satisfied eyes sought Sawyer’s, “Perhaps it was part of it. I can’t say we hadn’t thought about it before… but it wasn’t really planned.”
Sawyer shook his head, hair intertwining with Jack’s as they both grinned back at the smiling figure on the floor.
Somehow, he had a feeling life wasn’t going to be so boring now.
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