Title:   Date Night
Author:  SM (burntsm0re)
Fandom:  Lost
Pairing:  Locke/Boone
Rating:  R

The sun had set hours ago so Boone wasn’t worried about modesty. He walked out of the surf and quickly dried off with the towel lying next to his torch jammed upright in the sand.

Boone tied the towel around his hips and scooped up his pile of clothes and the torch before heading back toward the main camp. Normally there was no way to get around putting grungy clothes back on after bathing, but it was dark and he had bathed specifically to get away from the thick grime of dirt and sweat coating his skin. Dirty and sweaty were still part of the plan for the evening, just not like the usual jungle funk clinging to their skin after a long hike.

Locke wasn’t back yet and Boone extinguished his torch as he approached the older man’s new hut-- constructed specifically for this occasion.

When John finally fucked him.

Everyone else thought Locke had finally succumbed to the rain and bugs like the rest of them, but it was really because Boone wanted it and he'd said so.

That's what led to this whole chivalrous first date too. At the time, Boone thought it was weird, but actually it was maybe kind of… cool.

Under the cover of darkness, he snuck inside unnoticed by any of the others milling around. He was just getting his bearings in the dark when another torch flickered through the weave of branches as Locke returned.

Locke ducked through the low doorway and Boone slid back out of the way to give him room to maneuver. He immediately noticed Locke shaved and he squashed a silly grin before Locke noticed.

“Here,” Locke said, abruptly cutting his eyes away from Boone’s bare chest. He thrust his hand at Boone and Boone accepted the gift, eyes widening when he saw the tube of KY Jelly.

Boone couldn't help the flutter in his stomach. “You think I’m that easy?” he teased, trying to keep himself from thinking too hard about who Locke traded with—who obviously knew about them now. “Whatever happened to bringing flowers on a first date?”

Locke reached into his pocket and pulled out a flattened ball of foil. “You like chocolate?” he asked, offering it to Boone.

He accepted the small clump, realizing it used to be a Hershey’s kiss. “You got a little bottle of wine from the plane stashed somewhere too?” He bit the soft chocolate in half and put the other half to Locke’s lips.

Locke inhaled sharply and caught Boone’s wrist. “He didn't have any,” he said gruffly as he took the chocolate from Boone’s fingers and held it carefully between his own and offered it back again.

The little piece he’d already had melted immediately and Boone opened his mouth for Locke to give him the rest. “Who?” Boone asked, the knot in his stomach tightening. Not Saw--

“Jack. He'll mind his own business."

“But why? We don't need--"

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Locke growled darkly as he rubbed his thumb over Boone’s lower lip.

The touch was electric and short-circuited Boone’s thoughts. He could smell the last little bit of chocolate still smeared on Locke’s fingers and he licked each one slowly, watching Locke’s nostrils flare as arousal hit him squarely in the gut.

“I know what I’m doing,” Boone reiterated out loud.

“None of us know what we’re doing here,” John replied, cryptically turning the conversation around on him once again.

“John--” Boone huffed.

“You need to be sure, Boone. If you’re not happy with me you can’t fly around the world to escape.”

“Wait a minute,” Boone snapped defensively. “You traded whatever you had for a tube of lube and now you're asking if I'm sure?”

Locke shrugged. “I admit I hoped the prospect of a more pleasurable experience would weigh in my favor, but it’s still your decision to make.”

Boone shook his head. "Jesus, you're unbelievable."

Locke just squeezed his shoulder and turned back to the door. "Get dressed."

"What?!" Boone cried incredulously.

"I thought we'd take a walk on the beach. This is a date, right?"

Boone snorted. "I don't know what this is. Usually my dates don't ask me to get dressed."

"I didn't ask you to undress."

Boone's mouth gaped open and all he could do was hold the tube under Locke's nose.

Locke frowned. "It was a gift, Boone. Flowers seemed ordinary under the circumstances."

He had a fucking point there. "But you don't plan to use it?"

"Not on the first date."

Boone's laugh in response was an unamused bark. "Fucking unbelievable," he muttered as he yanked the towel off and bent to find his discarded shorts.

"So you would prefer being with someone who only enjoys you on your knees."

Boone's head snapped up. Even unsaid, Shannon's name hung in the air between them.

"I enjoy your company, Boone. I enjoy our conversation."

"I-I know," Boone stammered as he struggled to pull his shorts on. He was suddenly conscious of being naked and he shivered despite the heat.

"But I meant what I said, it's up to you to decide if this is what you really want."

Boone nodded, glancing at Locke before he picked up the lube again and tucked it under Locke's--their-- bedding. "I'm not going to change my mind," he said curtly before Locke could protest.

Locke grunted... in agreement? Or doubt? "John--"

"Come on," Locke cut in, stepping outside again. He waited for Boone to exit the hut and then extinguished the torch. There was enough moonlight now to light their way back to the water's edge and once they were out of sight of the camp Locke put his arm around Boone's shoulders.

Boone sighed. A blow job was probably out of the question tonight too, given John's strange mood. "Do I at least get a kiss on this date?"

Fin