feelings are intense, words are trivial
Hey! It's Wednesday and I haven't killed anybody. :) And I only have twenty minutes left before I get a new fix of my dancing addiction. *starts jonesing*
I wrote today. Anybody wanna see?
Title: All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed (is here in my arms)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Only responsible for their fictional corruption.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Warning: My porn without plot always ends up coming out artsy and more plot without porn. But your imagination could run with this.
Summary:"I always had a thing for tats." Sawyer whispers.
A/N: For Queen haldoor, who wanted "pwp”, my humble offerings.
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“I always had a thing for tats.” Sawyer whispers. Like it’s a secret. Trailing lazy fingers down both Jack’s arms. Like they have all day.
“You never thought about getting any yourself?” Jack asks. Like he’s imagining it. Seeing Sawyer’s flesh marked in ink. Tanned muscle and dimpled back. “You could get Kate’s name…” he touches the sensitive spot just above Sawyer’s right nipple, directly over his heart. “right here.”
Sawyer chuckles. Like it’s not particularly funny. “Shouldn’t you actually love somebody first, before you go and do a dumbass thing like that?”
And then Jack’s smile is real for the first time post-orgasm. “That why it’s empty?”
“You mean the organ or the skin?” Sawyer can’t help but grin back. “I don’t see a little black book coverin' you.”
Jack’s responding look is darker, shadowed by the past. “Each one of these is somebody. Some got more than one. After a while - it became a compulsion, a way to make the temporary permanent.” Jack points to the festival of brightly colored stars near his elbow. “I did this one myself. It was my last. I paid the artist a lot so he’d lend me his stuff and look the other way. I thought I’d never get anymore - that I’d never let anybody else-
Sawyer stops him with a kiss, too passionate for sated bodies, too honest and promising for broken men. “Tell you what, I haven’t seen any tattoo parlors around here. But if we come across one in the next hatch - you can be my first.”
They both let the double meaning sit, settle, until Jack has to shift closer because he’s too afraid Sawyer will change his mind and pull away.
Sawyer doesn’t. Instead he digs in, letting the subject change from unobtainable need to quite welcome want. His hands skip the collective, the metaphorical and literal scars of Jack’s past, to focus on the present. Re-hardening body, and strength just waiting to be taken away with release.
Jack gasps. Like there isn’t enough air to breathe.
Sawyer swallows the noise. Like he doesn’t want anyone to hear.
And words aren’t needed for this, aren’t required, when actions can do all the hard work for them.
I wrote today. Anybody wanna see?
Title: All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed (is here in my arms)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Only responsible for their fictional corruption.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Warning: My porn without plot always ends up coming out artsy and more plot without porn. But your imagination could run with this.
Summary:"I always had a thing for tats." Sawyer whispers.
A/N: For Queen haldoor, who wanted "pwp”, my humble offerings.
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“I always had a thing for tats.” Sawyer whispers. Like it’s a secret. Trailing lazy fingers down both Jack’s arms. Like they have all day.
“You never thought about getting any yourself?” Jack asks. Like he’s imagining it. Seeing Sawyer’s flesh marked in ink. Tanned muscle and dimpled back. “You could get Kate’s name…” he touches the sensitive spot just above Sawyer’s right nipple, directly over his heart. “right here.”
Sawyer chuckles. Like it’s not particularly funny. “Shouldn’t you actually love somebody first, before you go and do a dumbass thing like that?”
And then Jack’s smile is real for the first time post-orgasm. “That why it’s empty?”
“You mean the organ or the skin?” Sawyer can’t help but grin back. “I don’t see a little black book coverin' you.”
Jack’s responding look is darker, shadowed by the past. “Each one of these is somebody. Some got more than one. After a while - it became a compulsion, a way to make the temporary permanent.” Jack points to the festival of brightly colored stars near his elbow. “I did this one myself. It was my last. I paid the artist a lot so he’d lend me his stuff and look the other way. I thought I’d never get anymore - that I’d never let anybody else-
Sawyer stops him with a kiss, too passionate for sated bodies, too honest and promising for broken men. “Tell you what, I haven’t seen any tattoo parlors around here. But if we come across one in the next hatch - you can be my first.”
They both let the double meaning sit, settle, until Jack has to shift closer because he’s too afraid Sawyer will change his mind and pull away.
Sawyer doesn’t. Instead he digs in, letting the subject change from unobtainable need to quite welcome want. His hands skip the collective, the metaphorical and literal scars of Jack’s past, to focus on the present. Re-hardening body, and strength just waiting to be taken away with release.
Jack gasps. Like there isn’t enough air to breathe.
Sawyer swallows the noise. Like he doesn’t want anyone to hear.
And words aren’t needed for this, aren’t required, when actions can do all the hard work for them.