Lost J/S fic, SPF Fifty (In honor of Punky Reggae Party)
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ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!
In Honor of Her Royal Majesty halfdutch, First Queen of LOST PUNKY REGGAE PARTY at lostsquee
NC-17 Jack/Sawyer slash involving the beach, sunblock and boytouching. features SnarkyShirtlessSawyer and TouchyFeelyJack and Sawyer's back dimples (as featured in this excellent icon by brapolitics)
LET THE SLASHINESS BEGIN!
SPF Fifty
The man was insane. Not insane in the John Locke way, but insane nonetheless. That was the only reason Jack could imagine that Sawyer was doing some sort of weird herky-jerky dance on the beach.
The other man had both arms contorted behind him and appeared to be trying to turn his arms into a pretzel while bending first forward and then back.
"What in the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell does it look like I'm doin' Doc? I'm trying to get some sun block on." The other man stopped wriggling around and turned to face Jack. "I got burned the other day, thought I'd better protect the merchandise." His usual smirk settled on his face. "Can't quite reach a couple of spots though."
Jack moved a little closer, "You could wear a shirt."
The dimples appeared as Sawyer ran his hands over his chest and down his abs to hook into the waistband of his jeans. "Now, who'd want to cover all this up?"
Jack's eyes followed the movement and now they lingered on the expanse of tanned skin stretched tightly over well-defined muscles. "You are the biggest -- "
"Why Doc," Sawyer interrupted him, eyes widening with mock shock, palms sliding down to frame his crotch, "How'd you know I was the biggest, you been spyin' on me?"
Jack felt his face flush, no matter what he said Sawyer managed to twist it into something dirty. It didn't help matters that Jack was usually already thinking dirty thoughts when Sawyer made his sly little comments. "Why do I bother?" He muttered the question as he turned to stalk down the beach.
"Hey, wait up." Sawyer was walking along beside him, his long legs matching Jack's step for step. "How 'bout you help me out before you go off with your panties in a wad."
Jack ignored him, walking a little faster.
"Doc, stop." Sawyer's hand was suddenly on Jack's forearm pulling him to a halt. "Just need you to put this on a couple of spots for me." He turned so Jack could see the glops of sunblock scattered haphazardly across his back. He looked back at Jack over his shoulder, "Or I guess I could track Freckles down and see if she'd like to do it. Girl like that probably be able to spread it real good."
Jack grit his teeth, refusing to rise to the bait. "Fine." He held out a hand for the sunblock. "Give it here." He ignored the other man's triumphant grin and watched as Sawyer dug the bottle of lotion out of his back pocket and passed it to him.
He gave Sawyer a nasty little smile of his own, feeling some satisfaction as the other man’s smile dimmed. “Turn around.”
“I am turned around.”
“Turn your head around.”
“What?”
“I said,” Jack reached out and poked a finger toward Sawyer’s cheek. “Turn your head around.”
Sawyer was definitely suspicious now. “Why?”
“Look, do you want me to put this on you or not? Because there are a lot of other things I could be doing.” He tapped the bottle against his palm. “I don’t want to have to be moving all that hair out of my way.”
Sawyer’s eyes narrowed, “You sure that’s all? You’re not gonna try and knock me in the head or anything?”
Jack rolled his eyes. “No Sawyer, if I knocked you in the head that would only create more work for me, because I’d be the one who’d have to stitch you up.” He thumped the bottle against his palm again, “Now we doing this or what?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sawyer finally turned away, bending his head forward so the hair hung free of his back and part of his neck.
“Finally,” Jack muttered, popping the top on the bottle and pouring a generous amount of lotion into his palm. It smelled like a pina colada, some mix of pineapple and coconut. He dropped the bottle into the sand and rubbed his palms together before stepping forward and placing both hands on Sawyer’s back.
The other man jumped at the first touch, and Jack gave a little laugh. Good to know that he could make Sawyer nervous. He went to work spreading the lotion over the broad expanse of Sawyer’s back, the golden skin impossibly warm under his palms. It shouldn’t have taken very long, seconds really, to coat all the visible flesh with sunblock. But, Jack’s movements seemed to slow down of their own accord. He could feel the muscles jump under his palms, the unconscious flexing of skin and bone. The smell of pina colada mixing with the Sawyer smell, that unique blend of sand and ocean and musk that seemed to cling to the other man like expensive cologne.
He heard Sawyer’s sigh at the same time he felt the other man relax into his touch. The barely contained tension fading into something different as his fingers trailed through the lotion at the nape of Sawyer’s neck.
“Finally decide I wasn’t going to kill you?” He leaned forward, his mouth hovering just beyond Sawyer’s line of sight, the husky note in his voice surprising him.
“Somethin’ like that.” Sawyer’s voice was low, his drawl slow as molasses.
Jack’s hands slid along Sawyer’s shoulder blades, thumbs digging into the flesh. Without quite knowing it, he’d turned this into a massage, the slick skin underneath his hands making him want to touch more. One hand trailing down Sawyer’s spine, the other curving over a shoulder. He was fascinated by the heat that Sawyer exuded, from this close he could feel it radiating off the other man in waves.
Heat and scent and damnit the man must have some sort of genetically mutated pheromones because standing this close to him and actually putting his hands on all that golden skin was making Jack’s cock hard. And Jack’s cock didn’t go hard over men. Correction, Jack’s cock didn’t go hard over any other man. Because this wasn’t the first time his dick had taken notice of Sawyer. Hell, Jack seemed to have an automatic hard-on any time he got within spitting distance of Sawyer. And he was much closer than spitting distance now.
In fact, he should really stop touching Sawyer now. Right now. His hands refused to obey, his eyes locking on the two little dimples in the flesh above Sawyer’s jeans, his fingers hurrying down to explore the indentions. Those little dimples just cried out for a tongue, his own tongue sliding along his teeth as he contemplated the tiny inward curve of flesh. He pressed the tip of his finger into one of them, the ragged tip of his fingernail leaving a faint red mark.
“Feels good.” Sawyer’s words were more groan than anything else, and Jack realized that he had been rubbing his hands all over the other man for way longer than the mere application of sunblock required.
Reluctantly he pulled his hands away, the separation of his palms from Sawyer’s skin creating a faint wet sound. “All done.”
He bent to retrieve the bottle of sunblock when Sawyer turned, afraid the other man would be able to look into his face and know what he was thinking. His traitorous cock was straining against the front of his khakis, half obscured by the ragged t-shirt he wore. He snatched the bottle off the sand and tossed it at the other man as he turned to walk back toward the jungle.
“Thanks.” Only Sawyer could make a one-syllable word stretch on for eternity, the slide of his drawl making Jack’s skin prickle.
He had to get out of there, had to find a nice little spot in the jungle where he could wrap his hand around his dick and get some relief. He was just beyond the first few trees when he realized Sawyer was following him, the realization dawning just as Sawyer spoke.
“What’s your hurry?”
Jack started to ignore him, to just walk on like he hadn’t heard him, but knowing Sawyer that would just provoke him and Jack would have an escort all day. He stopped instead, propping up against one of the palm trees and looking back over his shoulder at the other man. “I’ve got things to do Sawyer. Did you need something else?”
“Oh yeah,” the other man moved forward, closing the distance between them his mouth twisted into something between a pout and a smirk. “And I think you need it too.”
Then Sawyer was on him, pressing Jack back against the tree trunk, hips jutting forward to press against Jack’s. “What the hell?”
“Just go with the feelin’ for once in your life.” Sawyer’s lips were hovering above his, eyes intense as he stared at Jack. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” He rolled his hips and Jack gasped, no mistaking the erection pressing against his thigh.
Sawyer’s tongue slid out, wetting his lips. “Your call, doc.” Another move and then cock against cock, and dear god Jack couldn’t speak but he did manage a nod. Slow smile spreading across Sawyer’s face now, and then lips against Jack’s neck, hands sliding under his shirt to run along his stomach. Shirt bunch up around his shoulders, and yes, Sawyer’s chest pressed against his. And Jack suddenly realized it was okay for him to touch back and his hands reached out to curve along Sawyer’s ass and pull the other man in tighter.
Heat like nothing he’d ever felt before, his body pressed into Sawyer’s from thigh up and Sawyer’s hand sliding between them to draw lazy circles around Jack’s nipple, other hand wrapping around the back of Jack’s neck.
Sawyer’s hair pressed against his face and Jack really shouldn’t be doing this but it felt too good to stop and now he thrust up, hands digging into Sawyer’s hips. Movement nothing but denim and khaki and cock. Sawyer’s grunt against his neck and then sharp pain as teeth bit down and tongue followed and lips and heatheatheat as Sawyer’s mouth roamed around his throat.
Sharp twinge as Sawyer’s fingers pinched his nipple and then the flex of muscles underneath his hands as Sawyer begin to thrust against him in earnest. Jack just along for the ride because there’s no way he could function with Sawyer’s cock pressing against him sliding, grinding almost hard enough to hurt and if Sawyer was this hot to touch, just think how hot it would be inside him. That thought enough to undo him, to make him start matching Sawyer thrust for thrust and he couldn’t last long, didn’t last long because he was coming. He was coming with Sawyer’s cock grinding into his own and the nip of sharp teeth at his throat.
Crying out, not sure what, but it didn’t matter because his hips were still moving, jagged little jerks that he couldn’t control and Sawyer’s answering cry against his neck as the other man followed, cock raw and weeping, golden body shuddering against him.
Seconds or minutes or days later, power of speech regained, but what to say? Sawyer still half leaned against him, but his face no longer buried in Jack’s neck, lips still swollen from the assault on Jack’s throat. Same ‘ole smirk but the look in his eyes a little different. Then, “Thanks again,” and somehow he was still leaning against the tree and Sawyer was ambling away. And what in the hell had they done? And when could they do it again?
ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!
In Honor of Her Royal Majesty halfdutch, First Queen of LOST PUNKY REGGAE PARTY at lostsquee
NC-17 Jack/Sawyer slash involving the beach, sunblock and boytouching. features SnarkyShirtlessSawyer and TouchyFeelyJack and Sawyer's back dimples (as featured in this excellent icon by brapolitics)
LET THE SLASHINESS BEGIN!
SPF Fifty
The man was insane. Not insane in the John Locke way, but insane nonetheless. That was the only reason Jack could imagine that Sawyer was doing some sort of weird herky-jerky dance on the beach.
The other man had both arms contorted behind him and appeared to be trying to turn his arms into a pretzel while bending first forward and then back.
"What in the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell does it look like I'm doin' Doc? I'm trying to get some sun block on." The other man stopped wriggling around and turned to face Jack. "I got burned the other day, thought I'd better protect the merchandise." His usual smirk settled on his face. "Can't quite reach a couple of spots though."
Jack moved a little closer, "You could wear a shirt."
The dimples appeared as Sawyer ran his hands over his chest and down his abs to hook into the waistband of his jeans. "Now, who'd want to cover all this up?"
Jack's eyes followed the movement and now they lingered on the expanse of tanned skin stretched tightly over well-defined muscles. "You are the biggest -- "
"Why Doc," Sawyer interrupted him, eyes widening with mock shock, palms sliding down to frame his crotch, "How'd you know I was the biggest, you been spyin' on me?"
Jack felt his face flush, no matter what he said Sawyer managed to twist it into something dirty. It didn't help matters that Jack was usually already thinking dirty thoughts when Sawyer made his sly little comments. "Why do I bother?" He muttered the question as he turned to stalk down the beach.
"Hey, wait up." Sawyer was walking along beside him, his long legs matching Jack's step for step. "How 'bout you help me out before you go off with your panties in a wad."
Jack ignored him, walking a little faster.
"Doc, stop." Sawyer's hand was suddenly on Jack's forearm pulling him to a halt. "Just need you to put this on a couple of spots for me." He turned so Jack could see the glops of sunblock scattered haphazardly across his back. He looked back at Jack over his shoulder, "Or I guess I could track Freckles down and see if she'd like to do it. Girl like that probably be able to spread it real good."
Jack grit his teeth, refusing to rise to the bait. "Fine." He held out a hand for the sunblock. "Give it here." He ignored the other man's triumphant grin and watched as Sawyer dug the bottle of lotion out of his back pocket and passed it to him.
He gave Sawyer a nasty little smile of his own, feeling some satisfaction as the other man’s smile dimmed. “Turn around.”
“I am turned around.”
“Turn your head around.”
“What?”
“I said,” Jack reached out and poked a finger toward Sawyer’s cheek. “Turn your head around.”
Sawyer was definitely suspicious now. “Why?”
“Look, do you want me to put this on you or not? Because there are a lot of other things I could be doing.” He tapped the bottle against his palm. “I don’t want to have to be moving all that hair out of my way.”
Sawyer’s eyes narrowed, “You sure that’s all? You’re not gonna try and knock me in the head or anything?”
Jack rolled his eyes. “No Sawyer, if I knocked you in the head that would only create more work for me, because I’d be the one who’d have to stitch you up.” He thumped the bottle against his palm again, “Now we doing this or what?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sawyer finally turned away, bending his head forward so the hair hung free of his back and part of his neck.
“Finally,” Jack muttered, popping the top on the bottle and pouring a generous amount of lotion into his palm. It smelled like a pina colada, some mix of pineapple and coconut. He dropped the bottle into the sand and rubbed his palms together before stepping forward and placing both hands on Sawyer’s back.
The other man jumped at the first touch, and Jack gave a little laugh. Good to know that he could make Sawyer nervous. He went to work spreading the lotion over the broad expanse of Sawyer’s back, the golden skin impossibly warm under his palms. It shouldn’t have taken very long, seconds really, to coat all the visible flesh with sunblock. But, Jack’s movements seemed to slow down of their own accord. He could feel the muscles jump under his palms, the unconscious flexing of skin and bone. The smell of pina colada mixing with the Sawyer smell, that unique blend of sand and ocean and musk that seemed to cling to the other man like expensive cologne.
He heard Sawyer’s sigh at the same time he felt the other man relax into his touch. The barely contained tension fading into something different as his fingers trailed through the lotion at the nape of Sawyer’s neck.
“Finally decide I wasn’t going to kill you?” He leaned forward, his mouth hovering just beyond Sawyer’s line of sight, the husky note in his voice surprising him.
“Somethin’ like that.” Sawyer’s voice was low, his drawl slow as molasses.
Jack’s hands slid along Sawyer’s shoulder blades, thumbs digging into the flesh. Without quite knowing it, he’d turned this into a massage, the slick skin underneath his hands making him want to touch more. One hand trailing down Sawyer’s spine, the other curving over a shoulder. He was fascinated by the heat that Sawyer exuded, from this close he could feel it radiating off the other man in waves.
Heat and scent and damnit the man must have some sort of genetically mutated pheromones because standing this close to him and actually putting his hands on all that golden skin was making Jack’s cock hard. And Jack’s cock didn’t go hard over men. Correction, Jack’s cock didn’t go hard over any other man. Because this wasn’t the first time his dick had taken notice of Sawyer. Hell, Jack seemed to have an automatic hard-on any time he got within spitting distance of Sawyer. And he was much closer than spitting distance now.
In fact, he should really stop touching Sawyer now. Right now. His hands refused to obey, his eyes locking on the two little dimples in the flesh above Sawyer’s jeans, his fingers hurrying down to explore the indentions. Those little dimples just cried out for a tongue, his own tongue sliding along his teeth as he contemplated the tiny inward curve of flesh. He pressed the tip of his finger into one of them, the ragged tip of his fingernail leaving a faint red mark.
“Feels good.” Sawyer’s words were more groan than anything else, and Jack realized that he had been rubbing his hands all over the other man for way longer than the mere application of sunblock required.
Reluctantly he pulled his hands away, the separation of his palms from Sawyer’s skin creating a faint wet sound. “All done.”
He bent to retrieve the bottle of sunblock when Sawyer turned, afraid the other man would be able to look into his face and know what he was thinking. His traitorous cock was straining against the front of his khakis, half obscured by the ragged t-shirt he wore. He snatched the bottle off the sand and tossed it at the other man as he turned to walk back toward the jungle.
“Thanks.” Only Sawyer could make a one-syllable word stretch on for eternity, the slide of his drawl making Jack’s skin prickle.
He had to get out of there, had to find a nice little spot in the jungle where he could wrap his hand around his dick and get some relief. He was just beyond the first few trees when he realized Sawyer was following him, the realization dawning just as Sawyer spoke.
“What’s your hurry?”
Jack started to ignore him, to just walk on like he hadn’t heard him, but knowing Sawyer that would just provoke him and Jack would have an escort all day. He stopped instead, propping up against one of the palm trees and looking back over his shoulder at the other man. “I’ve got things to do Sawyer. Did you need something else?”
“Oh yeah,” the other man moved forward, closing the distance between them his mouth twisted into something between a pout and a smirk. “And I think you need it too.”
Then Sawyer was on him, pressing Jack back against the tree trunk, hips jutting forward to press against Jack’s. “What the hell?”
“Just go with the feelin’ for once in your life.” Sawyer’s lips were hovering above his, eyes intense as he stared at Jack. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” He rolled his hips and Jack gasped, no mistaking the erection pressing against his thigh.
Sawyer’s tongue slid out, wetting his lips. “Your call, doc.” Another move and then cock against cock, and dear god Jack couldn’t speak but he did manage a nod. Slow smile spreading across Sawyer’s face now, and then lips against Jack’s neck, hands sliding under his shirt to run along his stomach. Shirt bunch up around his shoulders, and yes, Sawyer’s chest pressed against his. And Jack suddenly realized it was okay for him to touch back and his hands reached out to curve along Sawyer’s ass and pull the other man in tighter.
Heat like nothing he’d ever felt before, his body pressed into Sawyer’s from thigh up and Sawyer’s hand sliding between them to draw lazy circles around Jack’s nipple, other hand wrapping around the back of Jack’s neck.
Sawyer’s hair pressed against his face and Jack really shouldn’t be doing this but it felt too good to stop and now he thrust up, hands digging into Sawyer’s hips. Movement nothing but denim and khaki and cock. Sawyer’s grunt against his neck and then sharp pain as teeth bit down and tongue followed and lips and heatheatheat as Sawyer’s mouth roamed around his throat.
Sharp twinge as Sawyer’s fingers pinched his nipple and then the flex of muscles underneath his hands as Sawyer begin to thrust against him in earnest. Jack just along for the ride because there’s no way he could function with Sawyer’s cock pressing against him sliding, grinding almost hard enough to hurt and if Sawyer was this hot to touch, just think how hot it would be inside him. That thought enough to undo him, to make him start matching Sawyer thrust for thrust and he couldn’t last long, didn’t last long because he was coming. He was coming with Sawyer’s cock grinding into his own and the nip of sharp teeth at his throat.
Crying out, not sure what, but it didn’t matter because his hips were still moving, jagged little jerks that he couldn’t control and Sawyer’s answering cry against his neck as the other man followed, cock raw and weeping, golden body shuddering against him.
Seconds or minutes or days later, power of speech regained, but what to say? Sawyer still half leaned against him, but his face no longer buried in Jack’s neck, lips still swollen from the assault on Jack’s throat. Same ‘ole smirk but the look in his eyes a little different. Then, “Thanks again,” and somehow he was still leaning against the tree and Sawyer was ambling away. And what in the hell had they done? And when could they do it again?