Title:  “Good Mornin’”
Author:  uberaeryn
Fandom:  Lost
Pairing:  Jack/Sawyer
Rating:  Pure PWP
Spoiler Free

“Good mornin’, Doc.”

Jack groaned sleepily and rolled over on to his side so that his back was plastered against Sawyer’s chest, his eyes still closed. “Good morning, Sayid,” he said, yawning, and then snorted at the hard pinch on his upper thigh that quickly followed that remark.

“Not funny, asshole,” Sawyer grumbled, nudging Jack’s thighs apart with one of his own and running one hand over Jack’s ass, kneading roughly. Jack sighed and lifted his leg up higher and Sawyer wedged himself up tight between his thighs.

“I thought it was funny,” Jack mumbled, still half asleep even though he was already hard and aching and Sawyer’s hands were wandering all over him now.

“Well, it wasn’t,” Sawyer whispered, sucking lightly on the back of Jack’s neck.

“Sawyer, you’re the only one who’s been sneaking up here every morning for the past two weeks to fuck me stupid,” Jack sighed, shuddering, his blood surging. “Well, except for that one time with Boone . . .”

That earned him a hard smack on the ass and he yelped and then snickered.

“And then Shannon . . .”

“Shut up!”

“And then Locke, but I had to turn that one down. Too tired. Doctors get tons of groupies, you know.”

“Knock it off!” Sawyer grumbled.

“Jealous?” Jack whispered, smirking.

“Hell, no. But what’s mine is mine,” Sawyer said, scraping ragged fingernails down Jack’s chest and Jack moaned loudly.

“Quiet, Doc, don’t want anybody to hear, now do we?” Sawyer whispered.

“Hear what?” Jack murmured, shoving back against Sawyer’s rigid cock and grinning when he heard him gasp.

“Me fuckin’ you stupid. You’re a loud one, Doc, never would’ve taken you for a screamer,” Sawyer said, his voice hot in Jack’s ear.

“I am not a screamer!” Jack said in indignation and then groaned as one slick finger slid inside him, stroking him roughly. “I’m just . . . fuck, Sawyer . . . vocal . . .”

“Vocal’s all well and good when we’re alone out in that damned jungle, but not here,” Sawyer whispered, licking wetly at Jack’s ear, causing him to shiver.

“Well, you’re too fucking quiet,” Jack muttered, thrusting back slightly as Sawyer slid a second finger inside him, seeing stars as the blood pounded through his veins. “One of these nights . . . Jesus Christ . . .”

“One of these nights what?” Sawyer said, grinning against the skin of Jack’s neck.

“I’m going to tie you down and make you fucking scream. Then I’m going to leave you there, hard and hurting and begging for me . . . don’t you dare stop, Sawyer, or I’ll kill you,” Jack whispered hoarsely when Sawyer took his hand away.

“Quite a violent man for a damned doctor, ain’t you? I ain’t stoppin’ nothin’, just had a better idea,” Sawyer muttered and thrust into Jack hard and Jack gasped and his head fell back against Sawyer’s shoulder, and Sawyer worked him with shallow thrusts that did nothing to ease the growing ache they were both feeling and everything to increase the need to fuck and be fucked.

“Fuck, Doc,” Sawyer hissed, moving inside him frantically, and Jack cursed and reached back to grab Sawyer’s hand and pull it around to grasp his cock, and Sawyer stroked him rhythmically in time with his thrusts.

“God, yes,” Jack panted. “Deeper, Sawyer, fuck me harder.”

“Now that’s the kind of vocalizin’ I find acceptable,” Sawyer whispered and they rolled as one, Jack on his elbows and knees, Sawyer nudging Jack’s knees out wide and pushing at Jack’s lower back so he took a lower stance, and he planted his hands on the cave floor on either side of Jack chest and then he rammed into Jack as hard as he could. Jack grunted, pressing his mouth against one forearm so he wouldn’t scream, although he wouldn’t have admitted it, and bucked back against Sawyer hard and clenched down tightly around his cock.

“Goddammit, Jack,” Sawyer muttered against the skin of Jack’s back, pounding into him hard and fast. “You tryin’ to kill me?”

“Yes,” Jack bit out through clenched teeth. His head fell back and his eyes closed, mouth open slightly. “Fuck, Sawyer . . .” he moaned.

“Like that?” Sawyer whispered, his blood hot and body even hotter. “Tell me . . . Jesus, say it, Jack.”

“Love it, you son of a bitch,” Jack growled, hips rocking now to meet Sawyer’s thrusts. “Love the way you fuck me, you fucking drive me crazy . . .”

“Good,” Sawyer gasped. “Feeling’s mutual . . .”

“Just shut up and keep moving,” Jack muttered and then there were no more words, just the sound of skin against skin, muted gasps and groans, and Jack could smell sweat and wood smoke and the salty tang of the ocean, and suddenly he was overcome with the need to see Sawyer, to taste him, so he reared back, forcing Sawyer away and Sawyer cursed in protest, and Jack flipped over onto his back and pulled Sawyer to him, and Jack hiked his legs up high and guided him inside him again, groaning softly when Sawyer started thrusting again immediately, and then he propped himself up slightly on his hands so he could kiss him.

“Fuck, Doc, I believe you are tryin’ to kill me,” Sawyer groaned against Jack’s mouth before kissing him roughly, a hot wet collision of tongues and teeth and lips, traces of blood where they became too eager, and then Sawyer’s movements became erratic and he tried to hold back but the heat and the tightness and the taste of Jack pushed him over the edge and he came with a shudder, biting down hard on Jack’s shoulder to muffle a groan, and he paused for a moment as his body quieted and then he withdrew and started licking his way down Jack’s body.

“No, Sawyer, there’s no way in hell I can be quiet when you do that,” Jack hissed but it was too late, Sawyer had his cock in his mouth and was sucking hard, working him with lips and tongue, and Jack fisted his hands in Sawyer’s hair, amazed once again how the sight of it managed to arouse him as much as that hot, wet mouth, and he started to moan loudly until a large hand clapped over his mouth, and he looked down to see blue eyes staring up at him slyly and he lost it, hips thrusting, fucking Sawyer’s mouth frantically, and he arched up hard as he came, shoving his cock deeply into Sawyer’s mouth and into his throat, his scream of pleasure muffled by Sawyer’s hand, and then he fell back, gasping, eyes closed.

Sawyer loomed over him suddenly, grinning. “Good mornin’, Doc.”

“Hell, yeah,” Jack whispered, reaching up to kiss him hard. “Just remember, you bastard, that the mornings are yours, but the nights are mine.”

“Still plannin’ on tyin’ me up?” Sawyer whispered, smirking.

“Yes,” Jack hissed. “Until you scream, Sawyer.”

“That a promise?”

“Fuck, yes,” Jack whispered.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” Sawyer whispered, winking. He struggled into his jeans. “See you this evenin’, Doc.”

He slipped away into the dark of the very early morning and Jack fell back into an exhausted sleep, smiling slightly.

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