Title: A Devil of a Time
Author: ficklemuse
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Boone, Shannon
Prompt: 097. Writer's Choice
Word Count: 1245
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sawyer gets a talkin' to. Then he gets a lickin'.
 

"You got a minute?"

Sawyer marked the page in the book he'd been reading and quickly removed his reading glasses. Damned things DID make him look like Harry Potter. Looking at the entrance to his shelter, he managed a smile. "Hiya Sticks! What can I do for you? Or, to you?"

"Don't be disgusting." Shannon ducked into the makeshift tent and perched on the bench seat. "Leave Boone alone."

"'Scuse me?"

"I see the way you look at him. I'm not fooled and I'm telling you to leave Boone alone."

Sawyer felt his hackles rise. "Listen sister..."

"Oh please, like you're the first old perv to want to get into Boone's pants?" Shannon leveled a knowing glance in Sawyer's direction. "Boone - look Boone doesn't know how things like this work."

Sawyer's eyebrows arched all the way up to his scalp. "Really now? I think you're either giving the boy too much credit or not enough."

"I'm not talking about sex. He knows -" Shannon floundered and Sawyer found himself egging her on.

"Yes?"

"Look, Boone doesn't know the difference between a fuck and true love. To him it's all the same. I've seen it before. Some guy shows Boone a little attention, whatever, and the next thing..." She slapped her hands together. "He's in 'love'. If you screw with him you're just gonna break his heart. You don't want the complication do you?"

"Now who says I'm gonna break his heart? Why can't I be the love struck one?" Sawyer folded his arms under his head and leaned back in the sand. "Maybe it's true love at first sight."

"Because you're an asshole." Shannon answered bluntly. "You don't love anybody but yourself."

"Take one to know one Princess?"

"Something like that. All I'm saying is that Boone's not cut out to be your fuck toy. Just leave him alone and we'll all be better off."

Sawyer watched as Shannon stood up, unfolding miles of tanned legs. "What do you care?" He asked when she reached the door to his shelter. "Aside from sisterly devotion which you're just dripping with. What difference does it make to you if I break Boone's heart?"

"Because I'm the one that has to put the pieces back together and I'd rather not okay?"

"Fine by me. Course your brother might have somethin' to say about it."

"Whatever. Just remember, it's like shopping at Saks. You break it. You buy it."

Sawyer watched Shannon leave with a vague feeling of discontent. This wasn't how he was hoping things would go between him and Boone. He'd underestimated Shannon's smarts. He'd figured her for bikini filling and that's all. He wondered just how much influence she was going to have on her brother.

Sawyer was deep in thought with his eyes closed when the flap to his tent opened again.

"Doesn't anybody on this island ever knock?" He went to push himself upright only to feel a strong hand in the middle of his chest pushing him bck down. He didn't have to open his eyes to know who it was. The feel of still soft skin and the scent of sweat and honey combined with some of his sister's shampoo made it unmistakably Boone. "Hello there Sweetness. What brings you to my little grass shack?"

Hot breath tickled Sawyer's neck. "You." Boone's full lips nipped at Sawyer's. "I'm asking you nicely."

"Yeah?" Sawyer's voice sounded lower and rougher than usual. Without opening his eyes he sank his fingers into Boone's hair and pulled his face closer. He took advantage of the angle to plunge his tongue between the boy's lips and plunder until they were both breathing heavily. "How nicely?"

Boone shook loose of Sawyer's hold and made his way down Sawyer's body with single minded determination.

Saywer groaned at the feel of sharp teeth taking his nipples in their vise like grip. "Yeah, that's nice." When Boone hesitated at his belt, Sawyer grabbed the back of his neck in one hand while tearing off his belt with the other. There was no backing out. Not now. He shimmied out of his jeans and taking his cock in his free hand ran it across Boone's lips. He gave a little sigh of need. "That's it. Come on. Do it." He tightened his hold. There was no way Boone was getting out of the tent without showing Sawyer all that he could do with those 'come fuck me' lips.

Boone only hesitated briefly before his tongue darted out across the head.

Sawyer collapsed back on his arms and he finally opened his eyes. He wasn't about to miss the show. Once Boone had his lips around his dick, Sawyer gave a little half shove with his hips, not wanting to gag the kid, but definitely wanting to feel himself sliding over Boone's tongue.

Boone worked fast and wet, tiny grateful sounds emanating from his throat time and time again. With his eyes closed and his angelic face intent he reminded Sawyer of someone taking communion.

Sawyer's head fell back and he managed to keep from thrusting, at least until Boone started tugging at his hips demanding that he move, demanding that Sawyer fuck his face deep and hard. Cupping both sides of Boone's head in his hands Sawyer gave him what he wanted and let go. With each thrust he could feel Boone's tongue running over the underside of his cock before the head slipped down his throat. The contractions of his throat sent hot waves of electric fire shooting in an arc between Sawyer's dick, his balls and his spine. "FUCK!"

With a sudden jerk of Sawyer's hips Boone took him all the way down until Sawyer could feel his nose buried in the hair around the base of his cock. A warm hand rolled his balls and that was all Sawyer could take. He tried to pull away or at least give the kid warning but Boone just latched on even tighter, determined to finish out the ride.

When Boone finally pulled back with a final soft kiss to the head of Sawyer's cock, Sawyer hauled him all the way up until they were face to face.

Boone's eyes were a stormy green like the jungle, his lips were glossy and well bruised from use. His hair stood up in all directions from being used as Sawyer's hand hold and there was a striking vulnerability to Boone that kicked Sawyer in the gut. Whatever he'd been playing at, it obviously wasn't the same for the kid. And even though he initial reaction was to kick him out, send him as far away as the island would allow, Sawyer wrapped his arm around Boone's shoulder and pulled him in for a lingering kiss.

"I was right Sweetness. You ask real pretty..."