Title: Afternoon Delight
Author: ficklemuse
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Boone
Prompt: 053 Fluff
Word Count: 1479
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just a little afternoon delight.
Author's Notes: For slash_100
 

"Are we there yet?" Boone puts most of his weight on the crutches under his arms. It had taken about a week of practice before he was steady enough on them to venture further than a few feet outside of the cave. The freedom after almost two weeks of being penned in was enough to make Boone giddy with happiness. His leg still hurt most of the time, but it was still attached and he was still breathing, so some pain wasn't enough for him to complain about.

"Shut the fuck up." Sawyer bit out.

Boone is silent for approximately two seconds.

"Are we there yet?"

"Boy if you don't shut the fuck up I'm gonna drop your ass and leave you here for polar bear bait."

"You wouldn't do that." Boone said sweetly.

"Don't be so sure."

"If you do that then you'll have to explain to Sun where I am." Boone gave a cheeky little smirk. "And I don't think you wanna do that."

"I am not scared of Miss Saigon!" Sawyer declared a little too quickly.

"Of course not." Boone tried to cover his snickers with a small coughing fit. One night Locke had made the mistake of coming into the caves for water while Sawyer was there. What had started out as a pissing contest escalated into a shoving match until the cart of medical supplies had been knocked over. Sun had taken Sawyer aside, and though Boone couldn't hear what was being said it was obvious that she was giving Sawyer the Korean equivalent of a tongue lashing. Ever since then Sawyer tiptoed around Sun and made sure to stay on her good side.

Before Boone can ask, Sawyer pushes aside some vines.

"Yeah, before you can ask, we're here."

Boone couldn't get rid of the grin on his face as he stepped closer to the waterfall and lagoon.

Sawyer came up behind him. "I thought maybe you'd wanna do some swimming. I got rid of the nice folks that were occupyin' the place so it's safe." He gestured to the airline seats set off to one side under a tarp canopy for shade. "So? Feel up to it?"

"Fuck. Yes." Boone laughed. After nothing but sponge baths for longer than he wanted to think about, Sawyer was offering him a piece of Heaven. Shifting so that both of his crutches supported his bad leg, Boone stripped off his shirt only to be stumped on the best way to get out of his jeans.

Fortunately for him Sawyer was already thinking ahead.

"Come closer to the edge of the pool." Sawyer put his arm around Boone's waist and helped him to one of the rocky outcroppings. Before Boone could ask what next, Sawyer was out of his own clothes and in the water right in front of Boone. When he surfaced he worked on the laces of Boone's boots and set them aside before he reached for Boone's belt and unfastened his jeans. "Now scoot forward. I got ya."

"Scoot?" Boone couldn't keep the laughter from his voice. It was too perfect. The place. Sawyer. All of it made him happy. "Sawyer, for the sake of your reputation try never to say 'scoot' again."

"Shithead." Sawyer tightened his grip on Boone's hips and eased him forward until Boone slid into the water.

Once in the water, Boone felt a moment of panic. He couldn't touch bottom and even if he could touch bottom his leg wouldn't be able to hold him. He tried to kick but his leg screamed in pain.

"Calm down! Jesus Christ kid are you trying to drown us both?" Sawyer wrapped one arm around Boone's chest, using the other to steady them against the rocky wall of the lagoon. "Relax will ya'? I haven't dropped you yet."

Boone gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry. It's just hard. I used to be a good swimmer now I feel like I can't get out of the shallow end."

"Well that's what we're here for. Just consider me your physical therapist." Sawyer put Boone's hands against the rock wall. "You just splash around all you want 'til you get tired." He stroked his hands over Boone's stomach.

"You just want to get me naked and wet. I know your type." Boone held onto the wall and worked at bending his knee under the water. At first it screamed in protest, but after thirty minutes of careful, slow moments he could bend it almost all the way without too much pain. He was so focused on getting his leg to work Boone was surprised when Sawyer stopped him.

"Time to get out."

"What? No. I'm just getting..."

"Exhausted. Listen if you over do it your first day out of CaveTown then Super Doc'll have my ass. Come on."

Boone reluctantly let Sawyer help him out of the lagoon and to one of the chairs. "Do we have to go back?" Boone asked with a yawn. He liked the open air better than the claustrophobic little cave.

"Not right yet." Sawyer said flopping down beside Boone and shaking the water out of his hair. Then he stretched out like a lion all golden tan and lean strong lines. "I don't know about you Sweetness but I could use a nap."

When Boone woke it was to the feel of a hand gently nudging his thighs apart. Pretending to still sleep, Boone felt a rush of blood to his dick as Sawyer carefully propped Boone's injured leg up on a pillow before turning his attention to the inside of his thighs.

Sawyer's calloused hands ran over Boone's skin covetously and followed it with his lips until Boone couldn't stay still for another second. He circled his hips a little in hopes of spurring Sawyer on.

He shouldn't have bothered Sawyer moved in his own time on his own terms.

"Hiya Sweetness. Hope you don't mind but I woke up a little while ago and, let's be honest, you're a mighty temptin' sight all laid out like some island sacrifice." Sawyer flashed his dimples.

"Yeah. Yeah I mind." Boone struggled to push himself up on his elbows. "Asshole. How dare you?" Then he grinned. "How dare you start without me?" Weeks without sex left Boone needy for Sawyer's touch and his body responded like a starving man to a banquet. He couldn't get enough of Sawyer's hands on him. "Come here..."

"Nope." Sawyer stayed crouched between Boone's legs, scraping his nails up and down the insides of his thighs while his hot breath teased Boone's erection. "I can't fuck you."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because it could hurt you. Doc hasn't given his okay yet."

Boone choked on the very idea. "You asked Jack?"

"FUCK. NO. I did not ask Jack. But he knows the deal. I figure if it was okay for us to be fuckin' Jack would say something."

Boone's head thudded against the seat's headrest. "Shit. You're a cocktease Sawyer."

"Who's teasing?" Sawyer's fingers dug into Boone's hips. "Don't move that leg or I'll stop." He muttered before lowering his mouth to swallow Boone all the way down his throat.

"Ahhh- ahhh-- oh FUCK!" Boone bellowed at the feel of Sawyer's throat closing in around his dick and the slick glide of his tongue on the underside. Sawyer gave head like he did everything else: hard, fast and relentless. Boone was cumming and screaming in what felt like seconds. Both his hands fisted in Sawyer's shaggy hair as his hips twitched in the aftermath.

Boone's completely drained afterwards. His body feels wrung out, yet he still reaches for Sawyer and takes Sawyer's slick hot tongue in his mouth.

"Let me..."

"Naw Sweetness. Another time. We gotta get back to the caves before Sun comes looking for us." Sawyer pulls away with a final lick to Boone's lips. "We don't want to be givin' the lady a heart attack now do we?"

And Boone wants to protest. He wants to touch Sawyer and get him off. Being taken care of is a new and tricky feeling for Boone. He's not sure he likes it until they're both dressed and start to make their way back to the caves. Boone is so intent on watching his feet and the crutches that he doesn't see the rock to one side. Sawyer catches him before he falls and Boone decides that maybe being taken care of is something he can get used to.