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Title: Sub-rosa
Fandom/Pairing: Lost - Jack/Sawyer
Summary: If you go down to the woods today...
Notes: I found this on my hard drive earlier today and realised I had never posted it so I tweaked it a bit et voila! Oh and Hurley appears in it too but not in any smutty way!
Sub-rosa
Hurley’s thoughts were not exactly full of joy as he traipsed through the Jungle. He had set out to find food but he wasn’t really in the mood for hunting and gathering. He had a headache, his stomach hurt and all he really wanted to do was sit in the cool, dark shadows of the caves and chill. He stomped along the path he had found, not really looking at his surroundings thinking only about the need to not get eaten by something big and hairy with really sharp teeth. Hurley was not a happy man.
Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. He could hear movement up ahead of him, rustling in the undergrowth that meant he was not alone. Preparing to run if need be he listened; trying to work out what it was that was lurking in amongst the trees.
Voices drifted to his position and he relaxed on recognising Sawyers southern accent. He had probably come across one of the guy’s secret hiding places. No doubt he was fleecing some poor survivor of a treasured possession in return for a half used tube of sunscreen. Best to leave him to it as he really was not in the mood for a run in with Mr Sarcasm.
He was beginning to move off when he heard another voice; Jack. From his tone and his words: “You really are a bastard you know” he clearly wasn’t too impressed with Sawyer right now. Dude, what was Jack doing deep in the jungle with Sawyer anyway? Hurley sighed. He really wasn’t in the mood to arbitrate an argument between the two men but he felt like he should go and check that everything was ok. Plus the doctor might have some painkillers on him which would help his headache so he turned back to his original path and moved towards the voices.
As he reached the edge of the clearing in which the two men stood he froze once again. This time it was not fear that halted his progress instead it was disbelief. For there in a jungle glade were Jack and Sawyer, both half naked, and, they weren’t arguing; they were kissing. Hurley was stunned, his usual cry of “Dude!” just didn’t seem to cover this particular situation.
Hurley closed his eyes and then opened them again, slowly, just to check if he was seeing what he seemed to be seeing and not having some kind of weird hunger based hallucination. Nope, they were still there and it kinda looked like they were trying to crawl into each others skin. Sawyer had his hands clasped around Jack’s head, pulling him in as close as possible. And Jack’s hands? Jack’s hands were caught behind his back, tangled up in his own t shirt which had clearly been drawn up over his head and then slid down his arms to hold them in place.
Hurley was stunned. Who would have guessed that the doc and the con man were getting it on in secret? Certainly not Hurley and he had doubts that anyone in the camp would have either. Hurley really couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jack and Sawyer. Sawyer and Jack. Kissing and groping. Oh man.
As Hurley watched he saw one of Sawyer’s hand drift down Jacks body, teasing its way over exposed flesh and then dipping in between the two of them to cup the bulge in Jack’s jeans. Sawyer began to caress Jack through the denim and, if the moan that escaped Jack’s mouth as the two men broke for air was anything to go by, his actions seemed greatly appreciated. Close as he was Hurley could hear every word that was being said:
“Sawyer please”
“Ah Doc, it sounds so good when you beg.”
“I’ll beg as much as you want just stop teasing and start touching”
Sawyer’s laugh echoed through the trees:
“Frustrated much Doc?”
Hurley watched in amazement as Sawyer’s hands made quick work of Jack’s fly then hooked into Jack’s waistband pushing the jeans down so that they bunched round Jack’s ankles. He was even more amazed when Sawyer stepped in closer and took hold of Jack’s now exposed cock and began to stroke it, Jack arching into his caress as he did.
“Free my hands; I want to touch you.”
Jack’s voice was gravely, full of arousal.
“I can hardly refuse that offer now can I?”
Sawyer’s face twisted into his familiar smirk as he used his free hand to do as Jack asked, pulling the t shirt the rest of the way off and dropping it to the ground.
Jack’s reaction to freedom was immediate. His hands grasped Sawyer’s head, pulling him in for another hungry kiss, before moving down to free Sawyer of his trousers, both men stepping out of the last of their clothes at the same time so that they were both as naked as the day they were born. Jack pulled Sawyer closer still, and, in unison, they sank to their knees then lowered themselves fully to the ground, Sawyer on top Jack below. Hands moving over skin as body ground hard against body, Jack’s leg wrapped around Sawyer’s hips to maximise the contact between them.
Hurley’s eyes were so wide now he was worried that they might fall out of their sockets. He could tell by the urgency of their movements that neither man would last long, and, his mind was telling him to walk away right now and be quick about it. He had seen more than enough to ensure that he would have to avoid eye contact with both men for quite some time lest he give away their little secret and his knowledge of it. So stealing one last look he turned and hurried away through the jungle shaking his head as he walked, still unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed.
Fandom/Pairing: Lost - Jack/Sawyer
Summary: If you go down to the woods today...
Notes: I found this on my hard drive earlier today and realised I had never posted it so I tweaked it a bit et voila! Oh and Hurley appears in it too but not in any smutty way!
Sub-rosa
Hurley’s thoughts were not exactly full of joy as he traipsed through the Jungle. He had set out to find food but he wasn’t really in the mood for hunting and gathering. He had a headache, his stomach hurt and all he really wanted to do was sit in the cool, dark shadows of the caves and chill. He stomped along the path he had found, not really looking at his surroundings thinking only about the need to not get eaten by something big and hairy with really sharp teeth. Hurley was not a happy man.
Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. He could hear movement up ahead of him, rustling in the undergrowth that meant he was not alone. Preparing to run if need be he listened; trying to work out what it was that was lurking in amongst the trees.
Voices drifted to his position and he relaxed on recognising Sawyers southern accent. He had probably come across one of the guy’s secret hiding places. No doubt he was fleecing some poor survivor of a treasured possession in return for a half used tube of sunscreen. Best to leave him to it as he really was not in the mood for a run in with Mr Sarcasm.
He was beginning to move off when he heard another voice; Jack. From his tone and his words: “You really are a bastard you know” he clearly wasn’t too impressed with Sawyer right now. Dude, what was Jack doing deep in the jungle with Sawyer anyway? Hurley sighed. He really wasn’t in the mood to arbitrate an argument between the two men but he felt like he should go and check that everything was ok. Plus the doctor might have some painkillers on him which would help his headache so he turned back to his original path and moved towards the voices.
As he reached the edge of the clearing in which the two men stood he froze once again. This time it was not fear that halted his progress instead it was disbelief. For there in a jungle glade were Jack and Sawyer, both half naked, and, they weren’t arguing; they were kissing. Hurley was stunned, his usual cry of “Dude!” just didn’t seem to cover this particular situation.
Hurley closed his eyes and then opened them again, slowly, just to check if he was seeing what he seemed to be seeing and not having some kind of weird hunger based hallucination. Nope, they were still there and it kinda looked like they were trying to crawl into each others skin. Sawyer had his hands clasped around Jack’s head, pulling him in as close as possible. And Jack’s hands? Jack’s hands were caught behind his back, tangled up in his own t shirt which had clearly been drawn up over his head and then slid down his arms to hold them in place.
Hurley was stunned. Who would have guessed that the doc and the con man were getting it on in secret? Certainly not Hurley and he had doubts that anyone in the camp would have either. Hurley really couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jack and Sawyer. Sawyer and Jack. Kissing and groping. Oh man.
As Hurley watched he saw one of Sawyer’s hand drift down Jacks body, teasing its way over exposed flesh and then dipping in between the two of them to cup the bulge in Jack’s jeans. Sawyer began to caress Jack through the denim and, if the moan that escaped Jack’s mouth as the two men broke for air was anything to go by, his actions seemed greatly appreciated. Close as he was Hurley could hear every word that was being said:
“Sawyer please”
“Ah Doc, it sounds so good when you beg.”
“I’ll beg as much as you want just stop teasing and start touching”
Sawyer’s laugh echoed through the trees:
“Frustrated much Doc?”
Hurley watched in amazement as Sawyer’s hands made quick work of Jack’s fly then hooked into Jack’s waistband pushing the jeans down so that they bunched round Jack’s ankles. He was even more amazed when Sawyer stepped in closer and took hold of Jack’s now exposed cock and began to stroke it, Jack arching into his caress as he did.
“Free my hands; I want to touch you.”
Jack’s voice was gravely, full of arousal.
“I can hardly refuse that offer now can I?”
Sawyer’s face twisted into his familiar smirk as he used his free hand to do as Jack asked, pulling the t shirt the rest of the way off and dropping it to the ground.
Jack’s reaction to freedom was immediate. His hands grasped Sawyer’s head, pulling him in for another hungry kiss, before moving down to free Sawyer of his trousers, both men stepping out of the last of their clothes at the same time so that they were both as naked as the day they were born. Jack pulled Sawyer closer still, and, in unison, they sank to their knees then lowered themselves fully to the ground, Sawyer on top Jack below. Hands moving over skin as body ground hard against body, Jack’s leg wrapped around Sawyer’s hips to maximise the contact between them.
Hurley’s eyes were so wide now he was worried that they might fall out of their sockets. He could tell by the urgency of their movements that neither man would last long, and, his mind was telling him to walk away right now and be quick about it. He had seen more than enough to ensure that he would have to avoid eye contact with both men for quite some time lest he give away their little secret and his knowledge of it. So stealing one last look he turned and hurried away through the jungle shaking his head as he walked, still unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed.