Lost fic: luau 2008, for Queen halfdutch
Title: Watching and Waiting
Featuring: Sawyer, Jack/Boone (Lost)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2607
Beta: My constant, kitty_trio
Summary: Sawyer follows a couple of suspiciously-acting people, and gets an eyeful!
A/N: Written for Queen halfdutch for her day at the Lost luau, held at lostsquee. She asked for anything with Boone, and I had a need to write some porny Jack/Boone, but Sawyer got in the way, just a little. ;-) Set early in S1, on the island.
Watching them suspiciously, Sawyer wrinkled his brow. The way Jack looked around indicated that there was some kind of secret going on, or happening about to take place that he didn't want anyone else to know about.
Boone nodded seriously at whatever the doctor said to him, and slowly made his way into the jungle, casting back a few glances as if he couldn't wait for Jack to follow.
Jack, trying to act casual on purpose, by the look of him--and Sawyer knew all about that, having done it a few times himself (but he was much better at it than the doc, quite obviously)--was crouching down as if to tie a shoelace, and still looking around in case of any stray eyes.
Sawyer wondered what they were hiding. From his vantage point in the sea, head only above the surface, he could see better than anyone else, no doubt, and Jack had probably not realised anyone was even in the water.
Obviously satisfied that no-one had noticed him and Boone, or else convinced their attentions had strayed if they had, Jack stood up again, brushed the sand off his knees and glanced up and down the beach one last time as he headed after the pretty boy.
Sawyer stood up in the water, running a hand over his face, and began to wade out. This was too good an opportunity to miss. He had to know what the two of them were plotting. Boone's usual companion was Locke, and Sawyer had wondered briefly if there was something funny going on there, but he soon discounted it when he couldn't spot any sexual tension between them after their forays into the jungle, although later on, there was something they were holding back, he was sure, but nothing kinky as far as his radar told him. Pity; it would make for some good gossip if nothing else.
Once out of the water, Sawyer headed for his shelter to get his clothes and shoes before following after Boone and Jack. Maybe Boone was showing Jack whatever it was that they'd found out there. Had to be something they couldn't bring back, going by the actions, and possibly something Locke had asked his pretty friend not to tell anyone about.
It made sense to Sawyer that the one person Boone would want to tell about whatever it was would be Jack. He was the one everyone told when something happened, like he was their leader or something. Just because he was a fucking doctor, didn't make him God.
As for Boone, you'd think he'd be embarrassed, the amount of mistakes he'd made, but he still hero-worshipped Jack like he was fucking Superman or something. Sawyer snorted to himself at the image that made him conjure up. He supposed the kid just wanted to impress Jack; make him tell Boone what a good boy he was and pat his head fondly.
Making his way carefully through the trees, Sawyer was pulled up short at what he saw, when he finally caught up with his prey. He so hadn't expected that. He held onto a tree and cautiously peered around it.
Jack and Boone kissing.
Fuck! Boone, he could believe; the kid's whole manner screamed hero-worship-that-could-easily-turn-into-blowjob and then some, but Jack? Even if he did have those kinds of leanings, Sawyer had thought the guy was probably too damned repressed to do anything about it.
But fuck! They were right into it now, hands all over each other and mouths desperate, like neither one had had sex for weeks. Sawyer found it compelling, and a twinge of lust zinged through him, finishing up in his groin as Jack's hands delved into Boone's waistband.
They probably thought they were in a nice little private spot here, and to some extent they were, but Sawyer hadn't had any difficulty following them. He considered leaving them be for a moment and just wandering back to the beach to await their return, so he could smirk knowingly at them and have them wondering how much he knew, but it was far too much in the way of temptation to just watch, now he was here. Besides, he hadn't had sex in weeks either and it might be good relief for him as well… even if he had to take himself in hand to get it.
Jack had Boone's t-shirt off now and was sucking at one of the kid's nipples like it was a tit. Sawyer squinted, trying to figure something out. Shit, one of his nipples was pierced, and it was the ring through it that Jack had between his lips. Kinky, but very nice, Sawyer grinned to himself.
They weren't saying anything, although Sawyer was kind of glad about that; he figured it would be all 'Oh Jack, give me your big cock' and 'You're so tight, Boone' like a bad porno, and he didn't really think he could handle that, no matter how much of a turn-on the visuals were.
And then suddenly Boone was naked and Jack had his cock--which was bigger than Sawyer would have thought--in his hand. Definitely not a 'kid' where it counted then. Jack pumped it a couple of times, with Boone leaning back on the tree behind him, and then the oh-so-mightier-than-thou doctor was on his knees in front of his toy-boy and sucking his cock.
Oh, and boy did he ever know what to do with it! Sawyer had to stifle his own groan as Boone threw back his head and let out a whimper of delight as the man at his feet used his clearly expert tongue where it counted. Sawyer's cock was a heated, throbbing hardness inside his tight jeans and he took a deep breath as he studied the doc's technique, imagining his soft lips and wet tongue doing all that to Sawyer.
There was no way this was a first time, not going by the way Boone's hands stroked through the doc's short hair fondly and he gazed down lovingly as he bit his ruby lip like he was holding back from coming too soon; shivers running through his pale body. Nor by the way Jack cupped the slim ass caressingly with one hand and tilted his own eyes upwards to meet the kid's with a gentleness in his expression that Sawyer had never seen on the doc's face before. His other hand crept between Boone's legs and cupped his balls, then Jack slipped off the hard cock for a moment, making Boone bite his lip harder.
Jack sucked on his own finger for a moment, getting it all slippery as they kept up the eye-contact, which just convinced Sawyer all the more that there was more to this than a casual one-off sexual meeting. Boone held his breath and nodded as Jack took his finger out of his mouth, and Sawyer gulped, his cock telling him in no uncertain terms that he was going to have to do something with it, and soon.
Jack's hand on Boone's ass moved slowly, like he was calming the kid, and his wet finger disappeared between Boone's leg's once more; Jack's lips covering just the glistening head of Boone's prick now. Sawyer unzipped his fly as carefully as he could manage; scared the two men would hear it. But they didn't seem to notice, and Boone tensed as Jack's finger evidently breached him, a long slow breath whooshing out of the kid's mouth as Jack took his cock in further again.
"Jack…" Boone let out breathily, closing his vivid blue eyes for a second and then fluttering them open as he gripped Jack's head more firmly.
Sawyer drew his cock out of his pants and wrapped a hand around it. Fuck, he was close already and he hadn't even done anything. This was so much better than any straight porn he'd watched.
Boone let out a strangled sort of cry and then tensed up hard. Jack's mouth slid further over his cock and Sawyer could see his throat move. Fuck! Jack swallowed? He was much more relaxed about sex than Sawyer would have believed. It had taken Sawyer some time to get used to the idea of swallowing when he'd been with men; not that he'd done it a lot.
Licking his lips and grinning like he'd just tasted ambrosia or something, Jack slowly drew off Boone's softening cock, and Boone grinned down at him, his cheeks flushing prettily. Sawyer stroked himself slowly, trying to keep as silent as possible.
Getting to his feet almost in slow motion, Jack stroked Boone's jaw gently and kissed the soft-looking red lips tenderly.
Boone smiled at him, dropping his eyes so his long lashes rested sootily on pink cheeks, and Sawyer could see how easily any guy would fall for the pretty boy, although what Jack had just done was the last thing most guys would want to do with a kid like that, if they were pretending he was a girl.
Jack let his hand fall to the nipple ring and he played with it for a moment, like he wasn't going to do anything else; not even get naked, to Sawyer's disappointment, but then Boone stepped forward, pushing the taller man backwards before beginning to unbutton his shirt.
Yes! That was more like it. He didn't take it off, but soon all the buttons were undone and Boone ran his hands underneath it, like he enjoyed the touch of the hair on Jack's chest under his hands. Sawyer wouldn't have minded touching it either right then, had he not had his own dick in his hand.
"Sit down, Jack," Boone ordered, once he had Jack's footwear and pants off in matter of moments.
Sawyer gulped at the sight of Jack's thick cock standing up proudly from his body, and he had to take a breath to stop from coming right then, squeezing himself firmly.
Jack lowered himself back onto the grassy spot that Boone indicated, and smiled up at his boyfriend. Boone's grin and the quick glance at the waiting cock indicated exactly what he wanted next and Sawyer could hardly wait.
"Did you bring the aloe?" Boone asked, kneeling next to Jack.
"Pants pocket," Jack told him, and Boone's smile widened as he reached to find it.
"You sure about this?" Jack went on, his look becoming concerned.
"I told you, as long as we use something, it'll be fine. I know it wasn't so great last time, but you need such a lot of spit, and we were in more of a hurry then. We've got time this time."
Fuck! So they had been playing around already; not that it surprised Sawyer after what he'd seen so far.
Boone split the aloe frond he'd found and touched damp fingers to Jack's cock, making the doc hiss, "S'cold."
"I know," Boone said evilly and spread more as Jack winced and shivered; not entirely in dislike.
Then the kid was straddling Jack, spreading his cheeks and guiding Jack's cock towards his hole. He grunted as he got it where he wanted and slowly slid down over the hardness. Sawyer's cock jerked in his hand and he shuddered, slowing his hand down and taking another deep breath.
"Oh God!" was all Jack managed, leaning back on his hands with his shirt draping gracefully away from the strong muscles in his chest and belly as he tensed them like he was holding back. "You okay? Can I… can I move?"
"Mmm," Boone nodded, taking deep breaths as he steadied himself by holding onto Jack's shoulders.
Then they were both rocking, Boone's cock growing to firmness again as Sawyer watched. It was all too much, and he had to hold the tree in front of him hard as his vision dimmed and his own orgasm hit; his hand pumping harshly and his teeth biting at his lip. He wasn't even aware he'd broken the skin until his vision cleared and he could taste the copper tang in his mouth.
"Fuck," he murmured to himself, pushing his cock back inside his pants roughly and leaning his forehead on the tree trunk for a minute as he wiped his sticky hand on a nearby frond of something. Panting softly, he peered around the tree.
Boone was still rocking over Jack's body and they had clearly been too involved in their own business to hear Sawyer, thankfully. Jack's muscles rippled as he thrust upward into the boy, and Boone had his own cock in his hand now, one hand still on Jack's shoulder.
"Fuck!" Boone grunted, and Jack groaned in reply as whiteness shot out of the kid's cock and Jack jerked harshly, lifting one hand to grip Boone's arm tightly as he emptied into his boyfriend.
Jack let out a low sound and collapsed back onto the grass, Boone flopping forward onto his chest. Sawyer watched as Jack stroked Boone's sweaty back and the boy smiled into Jack's skin and kissed at his chin.
"C'mere," Jack suggested, and Boone pulled upwards, letting Jack's cock fall out of him as he moved forward to kiss his lover.
Sawyer had had enough by now, not really interested in their endearments or soppy cuddling. Fuck, they were hot stuff together though. He swallowed hard and headed carefully back towards the beach.
~//~
"Get outta my sun, Jackass, I can't see my book," Sawyer said without checking to see who it was. He knew who it was by the size of the shadow, and the wordless disapproval.
"Don't you ever think of helping, Sawyer?" He moved to the side where Sawyer could see him and indicated some activity going on up the beach.
"Why, just an hour ago, I helped myself with something I needed," Sawyer smirked, finally allowing a glance in Jack's direction.
Jack grinned mirthlessly, "And what was it you helped yourself with, I wonder? Jerking off again?"
Sawyer raised his eyebrows, impressed that Jack had the nerve to suggest it. "Well, sometimes it's the easiest way."
"If I'd known you liked watching gay sex, I could have given you a magazine I found, although I'm sure you probably have some already."
Sawyer frowned fractionally. They couldn't have heard him, could they?
"And don't think we'll ignore you next time, either."
Sawyer opened his mouth to say something, but Jack laughed softly and spoke again, "And yes, I won't hesitate to tell everyone how much you enjoyed watching, if you say anything."
He gave Sawyer a small smile and headed off towards the gathering along the beach. Sawyer frowned more deeply, watching him. Was it worse for him to be embarrassed about watching them and enjoying what he saw, or for Jack to admit he was screwing Boone, he wondered.
As the man met up with the others, Boone appeared through the group, coming up to Jack's side. Jack turned to look towards him and Boone's eyes lit up. Sawyer could see Jack's answering smile and he lifted a hand to put it on his boyfriend's shoulder as he said something to the group now gathering more closely in front of him.
Sawyer sniffed to himself and went back to his book. He didn't need to say anything, and it was probably better if he didn't. Everyone would work it out soon enough if they acted like that in public too often.
Besides, he allowed himself with a small grin, he could probably watch them again sometime; he would just have to be more careful, that's all. And he could wait; Sawyer was nothing if not good at waiting.
~//~//~
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Featuring: Sawyer, Jack/Boone (Lost)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2607
Beta: My constant, kitty_trio
Summary: Sawyer follows a couple of suspiciously-acting people, and gets an eyeful!
A/N: Written for Queen halfdutch for her day at the Lost luau, held at lostsquee. She asked for anything with Boone, and I had a need to write some porny Jack/Boone, but Sawyer got in the way, just a little. ;-) Set early in S1, on the island.
Watching them suspiciously, Sawyer wrinkled his brow. The way Jack looked around indicated that there was some kind of secret going on, or happening about to take place that he didn't want anyone else to know about.
Boone nodded seriously at whatever the doctor said to him, and slowly made his way into the jungle, casting back a few glances as if he couldn't wait for Jack to follow.
Jack, trying to act casual on purpose, by the look of him--and Sawyer knew all about that, having done it a few times himself (but he was much better at it than the doc, quite obviously)--was crouching down as if to tie a shoelace, and still looking around in case of any stray eyes.
Sawyer wondered what they were hiding. From his vantage point in the sea, head only above the surface, he could see better than anyone else, no doubt, and Jack had probably not realised anyone was even in the water.
Obviously satisfied that no-one had noticed him and Boone, or else convinced their attentions had strayed if they had, Jack stood up again, brushed the sand off his knees and glanced up and down the beach one last time as he headed after the pretty boy.
Sawyer stood up in the water, running a hand over his face, and began to wade out. This was too good an opportunity to miss. He had to know what the two of them were plotting. Boone's usual companion was Locke, and Sawyer had wondered briefly if there was something funny going on there, but he soon discounted it when he couldn't spot any sexual tension between them after their forays into the jungle, although later on, there was something they were holding back, he was sure, but nothing kinky as far as his radar told him. Pity; it would make for some good gossip if nothing else.
Once out of the water, Sawyer headed for his shelter to get his clothes and shoes before following after Boone and Jack. Maybe Boone was showing Jack whatever it was that they'd found out there. Had to be something they couldn't bring back, going by the actions, and possibly something Locke had asked his pretty friend not to tell anyone about.
It made sense to Sawyer that the one person Boone would want to tell about whatever it was would be Jack. He was the one everyone told when something happened, like he was their leader or something. Just because he was a fucking doctor, didn't make him God.
As for Boone, you'd think he'd be embarrassed, the amount of mistakes he'd made, but he still hero-worshipped Jack like he was fucking Superman or something. Sawyer snorted to himself at the image that made him conjure up. He supposed the kid just wanted to impress Jack; make him tell Boone what a good boy he was and pat his head fondly.
Making his way carefully through the trees, Sawyer was pulled up short at what he saw, when he finally caught up with his prey. He so hadn't expected that. He held onto a tree and cautiously peered around it.
Jack and Boone kissing.
Fuck! Boone, he could believe; the kid's whole manner screamed hero-worship-that-could-easily-turn-into-blowjob and then some, but Jack? Even if he did have those kinds of leanings, Sawyer had thought the guy was probably too damned repressed to do anything about it.
But fuck! They were right into it now, hands all over each other and mouths desperate, like neither one had had sex for weeks. Sawyer found it compelling, and a twinge of lust zinged through him, finishing up in his groin as Jack's hands delved into Boone's waistband.
They probably thought they were in a nice little private spot here, and to some extent they were, but Sawyer hadn't had any difficulty following them. He considered leaving them be for a moment and just wandering back to the beach to await their return, so he could smirk knowingly at them and have them wondering how much he knew, but it was far too much in the way of temptation to just watch, now he was here. Besides, he hadn't had sex in weeks either and it might be good relief for him as well… even if he had to take himself in hand to get it.
Jack had Boone's t-shirt off now and was sucking at one of the kid's nipples like it was a tit. Sawyer squinted, trying to figure something out. Shit, one of his nipples was pierced, and it was the ring through it that Jack had between his lips. Kinky, but very nice, Sawyer grinned to himself.
They weren't saying anything, although Sawyer was kind of glad about that; he figured it would be all 'Oh Jack, give me your big cock' and 'You're so tight, Boone' like a bad porno, and he didn't really think he could handle that, no matter how much of a turn-on the visuals were.
And then suddenly Boone was naked and Jack had his cock--which was bigger than Sawyer would have thought--in his hand. Definitely not a 'kid' where it counted then. Jack pumped it a couple of times, with Boone leaning back on the tree behind him, and then the oh-so-mightier-than-thou doctor was on his knees in front of his toy-boy and sucking his cock.
Oh, and boy did he ever know what to do with it! Sawyer had to stifle his own groan as Boone threw back his head and let out a whimper of delight as the man at his feet used his clearly expert tongue where it counted. Sawyer's cock was a heated, throbbing hardness inside his tight jeans and he took a deep breath as he studied the doc's technique, imagining his soft lips and wet tongue doing all that to Sawyer.
There was no way this was a first time, not going by the way Boone's hands stroked through the doc's short hair fondly and he gazed down lovingly as he bit his ruby lip like he was holding back from coming too soon; shivers running through his pale body. Nor by the way Jack cupped the slim ass caressingly with one hand and tilted his own eyes upwards to meet the kid's with a gentleness in his expression that Sawyer had never seen on the doc's face before. His other hand crept between Boone's legs and cupped his balls, then Jack slipped off the hard cock for a moment, making Boone bite his lip harder.
Jack sucked on his own finger for a moment, getting it all slippery as they kept up the eye-contact, which just convinced Sawyer all the more that there was more to this than a casual one-off sexual meeting. Boone held his breath and nodded as Jack took his finger out of his mouth, and Sawyer gulped, his cock telling him in no uncertain terms that he was going to have to do something with it, and soon.
Jack's hand on Boone's ass moved slowly, like he was calming the kid, and his wet finger disappeared between Boone's leg's once more; Jack's lips covering just the glistening head of Boone's prick now. Sawyer unzipped his fly as carefully as he could manage; scared the two men would hear it. But they didn't seem to notice, and Boone tensed as Jack's finger evidently breached him, a long slow breath whooshing out of the kid's mouth as Jack took his cock in further again.
"Jack…" Boone let out breathily, closing his vivid blue eyes for a second and then fluttering them open as he gripped Jack's head more firmly.
Sawyer drew his cock out of his pants and wrapped a hand around it. Fuck, he was close already and he hadn't even done anything. This was so much better than any straight porn he'd watched.
Boone let out a strangled sort of cry and then tensed up hard. Jack's mouth slid further over his cock and Sawyer could see his throat move. Fuck! Jack swallowed? He was much more relaxed about sex than Sawyer would have believed. It had taken Sawyer some time to get used to the idea of swallowing when he'd been with men; not that he'd done it a lot.
Licking his lips and grinning like he'd just tasted ambrosia or something, Jack slowly drew off Boone's softening cock, and Boone grinned down at him, his cheeks flushing prettily. Sawyer stroked himself slowly, trying to keep as silent as possible.
Getting to his feet almost in slow motion, Jack stroked Boone's jaw gently and kissed the soft-looking red lips tenderly.
Boone smiled at him, dropping his eyes so his long lashes rested sootily on pink cheeks, and Sawyer could see how easily any guy would fall for the pretty boy, although what Jack had just done was the last thing most guys would want to do with a kid like that, if they were pretending he was a girl.
Jack let his hand fall to the nipple ring and he played with it for a moment, like he wasn't going to do anything else; not even get naked, to Sawyer's disappointment, but then Boone stepped forward, pushing the taller man backwards before beginning to unbutton his shirt.
Yes! That was more like it. He didn't take it off, but soon all the buttons were undone and Boone ran his hands underneath it, like he enjoyed the touch of the hair on Jack's chest under his hands. Sawyer wouldn't have minded touching it either right then, had he not had his own dick in his hand.
"Sit down, Jack," Boone ordered, once he had Jack's footwear and pants off in matter of moments.
Sawyer gulped at the sight of Jack's thick cock standing up proudly from his body, and he had to take a breath to stop from coming right then, squeezing himself firmly.
Jack lowered himself back onto the grassy spot that Boone indicated, and smiled up at his boyfriend. Boone's grin and the quick glance at the waiting cock indicated exactly what he wanted next and Sawyer could hardly wait.
"Did you bring the aloe?" Boone asked, kneeling next to Jack.
"Pants pocket," Jack told him, and Boone's smile widened as he reached to find it.
"You sure about this?" Jack went on, his look becoming concerned.
"I told you, as long as we use something, it'll be fine. I know it wasn't so great last time, but you need such a lot of spit, and we were in more of a hurry then. We've got time this time."
Fuck! So they had been playing around already; not that it surprised Sawyer after what he'd seen so far.
Boone split the aloe frond he'd found and touched damp fingers to Jack's cock, making the doc hiss, "S'cold."
"I know," Boone said evilly and spread more as Jack winced and shivered; not entirely in dislike.
Then the kid was straddling Jack, spreading his cheeks and guiding Jack's cock towards his hole. He grunted as he got it where he wanted and slowly slid down over the hardness. Sawyer's cock jerked in his hand and he shuddered, slowing his hand down and taking another deep breath.
"Oh God!" was all Jack managed, leaning back on his hands with his shirt draping gracefully away from the strong muscles in his chest and belly as he tensed them like he was holding back. "You okay? Can I… can I move?"
"Mmm," Boone nodded, taking deep breaths as he steadied himself by holding onto Jack's shoulders.
Then they were both rocking, Boone's cock growing to firmness again as Sawyer watched. It was all too much, and he had to hold the tree in front of him hard as his vision dimmed and his own orgasm hit; his hand pumping harshly and his teeth biting at his lip. He wasn't even aware he'd broken the skin until his vision cleared and he could taste the copper tang in his mouth.
"Fuck," he murmured to himself, pushing his cock back inside his pants roughly and leaning his forehead on the tree trunk for a minute as he wiped his sticky hand on a nearby frond of something. Panting softly, he peered around the tree.
Boone was still rocking over Jack's body and they had clearly been too involved in their own business to hear Sawyer, thankfully. Jack's muscles rippled as he thrust upward into the boy, and Boone had his own cock in his hand now, one hand still on Jack's shoulder.
"Fuck!" Boone grunted, and Jack groaned in reply as whiteness shot out of the kid's cock and Jack jerked harshly, lifting one hand to grip Boone's arm tightly as he emptied into his boyfriend.
Jack let out a low sound and collapsed back onto the grass, Boone flopping forward onto his chest. Sawyer watched as Jack stroked Boone's sweaty back and the boy smiled into Jack's skin and kissed at his chin.
"C'mere," Jack suggested, and Boone pulled upwards, letting Jack's cock fall out of him as he moved forward to kiss his lover.
Sawyer had had enough by now, not really interested in their endearments or soppy cuddling. Fuck, they were hot stuff together though. He swallowed hard and headed carefully back towards the beach.
~//~
"Get outta my sun, Jackass, I can't see my book," Sawyer said without checking to see who it was. He knew who it was by the size of the shadow, and the wordless disapproval.
"Don't you ever think of helping, Sawyer?" He moved to the side where Sawyer could see him and indicated some activity going on up the beach.
"Why, just an hour ago, I helped myself with something I needed," Sawyer smirked, finally allowing a glance in Jack's direction.
Jack grinned mirthlessly, "And what was it you helped yourself with, I wonder? Jerking off again?"
Sawyer raised his eyebrows, impressed that Jack had the nerve to suggest it. "Well, sometimes it's the easiest way."
"If I'd known you liked watching gay sex, I could have given you a magazine I found, although I'm sure you probably have some already."
Sawyer frowned fractionally. They couldn't have heard him, could they?
"And don't think we'll ignore you next time, either."
Sawyer opened his mouth to say something, but Jack laughed softly and spoke again, "And yes, I won't hesitate to tell everyone how much you enjoyed watching, if you say anything."
He gave Sawyer a small smile and headed off towards the gathering along the beach. Sawyer frowned more deeply, watching him. Was it worse for him to be embarrassed about watching them and enjoying what he saw, or for Jack to admit he was screwing Boone, he wondered.
As the man met up with the others, Boone appeared through the group, coming up to Jack's side. Jack turned to look towards him and Boone's eyes lit up. Sawyer could see Jack's answering smile and he lifted a hand to put it on his boyfriend's shoulder as he said something to the group now gathering more closely in front of him.
Sawyer sniffed to himself and went back to his book. He didn't need to say anything, and it was probably better if he didn't. Everyone would work it out soon enough if they acted like that in public too often.
Besides, he allowed himself with a small grin, he could probably watch them again sometime; he would just have to be more careful, that's all. And he could wait; Sawyer was nothing if not good at waiting.
~//~//~
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