Lost Fic - "The Sky is Falling" (J/S)
Title: “The Sky is Falling”
Author:
uhzoomzip
Summary: Um, Jack/Sawyer thumb-porn? Forgive me, my porn muse is rusty and this is all it would give me.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Remember the luau oh-so-long ago at
lostsquee?
thespiansparkle wanted smut,
patch_tank wanted warm, and
alemyrddin wanted relax - i hope you girls don't mind sharing!
The sky is falling.
In the form of big, fat snowflakes comprised of several small ones linked together. The effect is reminiscent of snow scenes on television or in movies, where flecks of plastic stick to the hair or hats of bundled up actors sweating underneath the lights on an 80 degree day in southern California.
Sawyer has never seen anything like it in person. And he's not impressed. "It looks fake," he proclaims.
Jack comes up behind him, staring out the window of their fourth floor hotel room conveniently located next to the airport. "Yeah, I guess it kind of does. Or maybe the fake stuff is just really realistic?" Jack smiles tentatively, running the palm of his hand over Sawyer's shoulder and tracing patterns lightly on his back.
"Jesus, you're like a goddamn bunny." He tries to make his voice sound irritated, but he can't hide the quickness of his shallow breaths.
Jack shrugs, nibbling his neck. "Not like there's anything else to do. We're snowed in until tomorrow, at least."
"I can't believe I let you talk me into flying again. Especially to the goddamn North Pole."
"It's Minnesota, Sawyer. And statistically speaking, the odds of us being in another plane crash are almost..."
"Oh, shut the hell up, Jackass. You really want to talk odds about this? After all the coincidences we fucking had?"
"You need to relax." Jack's breath is hot against his ear and Sawyer closes his eyes, trying hard not to give in.
"Don't I look relaxed?" His voice is tight, suggesting he is anything but. He can feel Jack smile against his neck and knows if he turned now, he'd see the glint in his eyes.
"Well, then at least let me take your mind off it," Jack whispers into his ear.
"Well, if you're offerin'..." Sawyer feels Jack's cool palm slide along the underside of his bicep, slowly trailing down over his forearm until he reaches Sawyer's hand. Lacing his fingers through Sawyer's from below, Jack tightens his grip and pulls Sawyer's arm, bending it back towards him until his elbow is in the air. Sawyer is confused until he feels hot wetness encircle his thumb, tongue stroking slowly while lips gently caressing the knuckle where thumb meets hand. He's awash in sensation, eyes slipping closed as every nerve in his thumb registering as Jack services it with the care usually reserved for his cock, which is hardening against the zipper of his jeans.
Jack's other hand reaches across Sawyer's chest, fingers tracing through the soft hairs underneath his arm, tickling the delicate skin beneath before finally circling his nipple. He circles around it two, three times, before finally dragging the pad of his finger gently across, eliciting a moan from Sawyer.
"Feels good, huh?" Jack's breath is hot against his shoulder and Sawyer tries to take his hand back, to direct Jack's hand to the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans, but all thought is lost once Jack starts sucking on his thumb again. His fingers continue to worry Sawyer's nipples, teasing one until it's painfully erect before moving onto the other. Even though Jack hasn't laid a hand on Sawyer's cock, it's quickly becoming too much and Sawyer's muscles start to weaken. Quickly, he leans forward, resting his forehead against the cool glass as Jack's arm tightens around his chest. Opening his eyes, the city resembles a snow globe, giant snowflakes covering everything in sight. And that is his last conscious thought as Jack increases the pressure, sending pangs of sharp heat throughout Sawyer's body. He's never been so glad to be leaning against something, the glass holding him up, as he realizes he's come in his pants.
And Jack hadn't laid a hand on his dick.
"Jesus Christ, Doc, these were my last clean pair." Sawyer grumbles half-heartedly as Jack just holds him, both arms wrapped around him now.
Jack giggles then, laughter in a pitch higher than one would imagine would come from someone that big.
Sawyer does turn then, just looking at Jack, eyes searching over his face, studying each feature. "You know, I love your smile. These lines right here," he says, tracing their path where his own dimples would be. "I love 'em. So fuckin' gorgeous. You're pretty like a girl, Doc."
"You're quite girly yourself, Sawyer." And then Jack smiles that smile and suddenly being snowed in in Minnesota seems like the best thing that ever happened to them.
Author:
uhzoomzip
Summary: Um, Jack/Sawyer thumb-porn? Forgive me, my porn muse is rusty and this is all it would give me.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Remember the luau oh-so-long ago at
lostsquee?
thespiansparkle wanted smut,
patch_tank wanted warm, and
alemyrddin wanted relax - i hope you girls don't mind sharing!
The sky is falling.
In the form of big, fat snowflakes comprised of several small ones linked together. The effect is reminiscent of snow scenes on television or in movies, where flecks of plastic stick to the hair or hats of bundled up actors sweating underneath the lights on an 80 degree day in southern California.
Sawyer has never seen anything like it in person. And he's not impressed. "It looks fake," he proclaims.
Jack comes up behind him, staring out the window of their fourth floor hotel room conveniently located next to the airport. "Yeah, I guess it kind of does. Or maybe the fake stuff is just really realistic?" Jack smiles tentatively, running the palm of his hand over Sawyer's shoulder and tracing patterns lightly on his back.
"Jesus, you're like a goddamn bunny." He tries to make his voice sound irritated, but he can't hide the quickness of his shallow breaths.
Jack shrugs, nibbling his neck. "Not like there's anything else to do. We're snowed in until tomorrow, at least."
"I can't believe I let you talk me into flying again. Especially to the goddamn North Pole."
"It's Minnesota, Sawyer. And statistically speaking, the odds of us being in another plane crash are almost..."
"Oh, shut the hell up, Jackass. You really want to talk odds about this? After all the coincidences we fucking had?"
"You need to relax." Jack's breath is hot against his ear and Sawyer closes his eyes, trying hard not to give in.
"Don't I look relaxed?" His voice is tight, suggesting he is anything but. He can feel Jack smile against his neck and knows if he turned now, he'd see the glint in his eyes.
"Well, then at least let me take your mind off it," Jack whispers into his ear.
"Well, if you're offerin'..." Sawyer feels Jack's cool palm slide along the underside of his bicep, slowly trailing down over his forearm until he reaches Sawyer's hand. Lacing his fingers through Sawyer's from below, Jack tightens his grip and pulls Sawyer's arm, bending it back towards him until his elbow is in the air. Sawyer is confused until he feels hot wetness encircle his thumb, tongue stroking slowly while lips gently caressing the knuckle where thumb meets hand. He's awash in sensation, eyes slipping closed as every nerve in his thumb registering as Jack services it with the care usually reserved for his cock, which is hardening against the zipper of his jeans.
Jack's other hand reaches across Sawyer's chest, fingers tracing through the soft hairs underneath his arm, tickling the delicate skin beneath before finally circling his nipple. He circles around it two, three times, before finally dragging the pad of his finger gently across, eliciting a moan from Sawyer.
"Feels good, huh?" Jack's breath is hot against his shoulder and Sawyer tries to take his hand back, to direct Jack's hand to the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans, but all thought is lost once Jack starts sucking on his thumb again. His fingers continue to worry Sawyer's nipples, teasing one until it's painfully erect before moving onto the other. Even though Jack hasn't laid a hand on Sawyer's cock, it's quickly becoming too much and Sawyer's muscles start to weaken. Quickly, he leans forward, resting his forehead against the cool glass as Jack's arm tightens around his chest. Opening his eyes, the city resembles a snow globe, giant snowflakes covering everything in sight. And that is his last conscious thought as Jack increases the pressure, sending pangs of sharp heat throughout Sawyer's body. He's never been so glad to be leaning against something, the glass holding him up, as he realizes he's come in his pants.
And Jack hadn't laid a hand on his dick.
"Jesus Christ, Doc, these were my last clean pair." Sawyer grumbles half-heartedly as Jack just holds him, both arms wrapped around him now.
Jack giggles then, laughter in a pitch higher than one would imagine would come from someone that big.
Sawyer does turn then, just looking at Jack, eyes searching over his face, studying each feature. "You know, I love your smile. These lines right here," he says, tracing their path where his own dimples would be. "I love 'em. So fuckin' gorgeous. You're pretty like a girl, Doc."
"You're quite girly yourself, Sawyer." And then Jack smiles that smile and suddenly being snowed in in Minnesota seems like the best thing that ever happened to them.