Title: Redemption Songs
Author: ficklemuse
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Boone
Prompt: 080. Redemption
Word Count: 1,957
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: For slash_100

Previous Parts in Order:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
 

Part 12

"Why?"

"Why what?" Sawyer dropped the axe and reached for his shirt.

"Why couldn't you have the fucking balls to tell me yourself that you're going on the raft with Michael and Jin?" Boone demanded. "Were you just hoping I wouldn't notice?"

"Who told you?" Sawyer asked even though he already knew the answer. Leave it to Kate to hit below the belt. Well if Freckles wanted to play dirty then Sawyer was more than happy to get down in the mud. Bitch.

"It doesn't matter. You're not telling me anything! Why didn't you say something?" Boone stood directly in front of Sawyer, his eyes shooting death rays.

"I need to go. It's probably our best chance of getting off this damned island. Mike needed a halyard and I wanted on. End of story."

"Yeah, that's the problem. It'll be the end of the story if you die out there."

"Don't be melodramatic."

"You're planning on getting on a raft and sailing off into the sunset with two guys and a kid and I'm the melodramatic one?"

"Is your stuff packed?" Sawyer interrupted Boone's ranting. "For the hatch?"

"No. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why you're doing this." Boone folded his arms over his chest.

"I need to get this mast to Mike." Sawyer tried to brush past Boone, only to have Boone grab his arm.

"You need to talk to me. You need to tell me why."

"Because it's the best chance we've had since crashing to get off this island. If that means I have to spend a few days on a raft with Noah, Mr. Miyagi and lil Tattoo then I have to. That's the price I pay. And I didn't tell you because I wanted to avoid this. You need to get your shit packed and ready to go." Sawyer shook off Boone's touch and reached for the large bamboo mast he'd spent the afternoon cutting and stripping.

Sawyer was grateful that Boone didn't follow him. He had things to do before the raft went into the water and fighting with Boone about something that was already a done deal wasn't going to help anything.

Stopped by the caves on his way to the beach, Sawyer catches his breath.

"Nice toothpick."

Looking up he sees Jack with a pack slung over his shoulder. "Thanks. Actually it's the mast we need. You headed after the boom sticks?"

"We're going to need them if we want into the hatch."

Sawyer shrugged. He was one of the only people who hadn't snuck off to take a peek at the hatch. "Probably. But you realize if you get that fucker open Locke's gonna be a worse pain in the ass than he already is."

"We don't have much of a choice at this point." Jack reached into his bag and removed one of the nine millimeters. "Take it."

"For what?" Sawyer didn't miss the significance of the loaded gun. "You worried we're going to run out of food and want me to put a cap in the kid to put him out of his misery?" He feels a sick lurch in his stomach even as he says the words. It's not really a joke, more of a confirmation of what he was already thinking.

"Just in case." Jack stressed. "You probably won't need it, but it's better to have it and not need it than the other way around."

Sawyer nodded towards the case. "What are you going to do with the rest of them? Cause I'm not liking the idea of dynamite and handguns…"

"I'm leaving them with Sayid. If anything happens before we get back from The Black Rock he can hand them out."

Sawyer's eyes narrowed. "Let me have another one."

"Sawyer, you're not gonna need two guns."

"Not for me. Boone."

"Boone? No way. If anything happens Sayid will pass them out…"

"Right. Save him a step and let me give one to Boone now."

"Can Boone even shoot a gun?"

"Hell it ain't rocket science Doc. Point. Squeeze. I think he can manage."

Jack rocked back on his heels. His hard stare penetrating Sawyer's casual façade. "If you're so worried about him, then you ought to stay. Let Kate have your spot on the raft."

"Sorry. That spot's filled." Sawyer replied crossly. "Freckles will just have to wait her turn."

After delivering the new mast, Sawyer headed back to his tent to pick up the rest of his stuff. Not that he was taking much, but after a day or so on a raft with the kid, not to mention Mikey and Jin fighting like an old married couple, he had a feeling he'd be needing the rest of his booze.

Pushing open the tent flap, Sawyer stopped just inside. Boone was sitting on the bed waiting for him.

"You're really going to do this?" Boone asked. "I can't stop you."

"Not this time Sweetness." Sawyer dropped down beside Boone. "Not that I wouldn't like to watch you try."

"You're a real asshole sometimes." Boone says matter of factly. "You just make up your mind and *fuck* the world."

"Pretty much." There's no point in pretending it's not the truth. It's been Sawyer's way of life as long as he can remember. The silence falls between them and Sawyer knows they're wasting precious time. The realization is what tears the words from his lips. "Except this time."

Boone lifts his head and fixes Sawyer with a steady gaze. "Yeah?"

"Before – before I wouldn't have given a shit about getting off this rock. Wouldn't matter much one way or the other." Sawyer shakes his head. "Those were the easy days. Back when I didn't have anything to lose." He hears Boone's indrawn breath. "Now, I'm thinking I do." He dropped his hand to Boone's knee keeping his touch feather light. "Jack says you're not going to heal right. Not without an orthopedic surgeon and the island seems fresh out."

"I'm fine!" Boone protests the same way he always does when his leg is hurting him.

"I'm not a hero." Sawyer figures there's no harm in pointing out the obvious since no matter how much of a bastard he is, Boone looks at him with those damned blue eyes. "I don't have a noble fucking bone in my body. But I'm gonna get us off this island." His hand wandered up Boone's leg and his fingers curled around the waistband of Boone's jeans. "Not cause I'm looking to steal Jack-o's halo." He brought his mouth to Boone's throat and nipped at the pulse he found. "I just wanna fuck you in a real honest to goodness bed."

Boone leaned into Sawyer's touch. "Romantic."

Sawyer snorted. "That's me alright." Then they were kissing. Sawyer was never sure anymore who started it. Boone was just as likely to kiss him brainless as the other way around and it didn't really matter who started it. Just so long as Sawyer could taste Boone on his tongue and grab onto a handful of hair. Boone might be the instigator, but Sawyer was almost always the conductor. He tilted Boone's head at just the right angle before diving in again and again.

Boone pulled back and rubbed his hands over Sawyer's chest. "You sure you have time?"

"I'll make time." Sawyer growled unhappy at having Boone at arm's length. Then Boone was back and Sawyer found his breath stolen. Boone was taking Sawyer's mouth and owning him in a way he hadn't before. There was a desperate, hard edge that had never come from Boone before. Sawyer found himself hardening under the onslaught.

Boone placed a hand in the middle of Sawyer's chest and *shoved* him backwards before falling on him like a starving man.

"Jesus kid!" Sawyer ground out as Boone's mouth found one of his nipples and bit down hard before licking it repeatedly until Sawyer could have screamed from the wonderful agony of it. Then Boone jerked open Sawyer's fly and unerringly found his cock. The first touch of Boone's smooth hand had Sawyer gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. "Fuck!"

Instead of responding Boone just clutched Sawyer closer and continued to lick and stroke him at a frantic pace.

Sawyer put both his hands on Boone's shoulders, made stronger by the constant use of his crutches, and dug his fingers into the muscles. Finally he broke Boone's hold. "Hey." Sinking one hand into Boone's hair, Sawyer slowly but firmly tugged him up until they were laying face to face. He didn't say anything for a minute, just stroking his fingers through Boone's hair and slowly rolling his hips against Boone's thigh. "It's alright." Looking into Boone's eyes Sawyer could read the reason for his frantic pace.

The universal aphrodisiac.

Fear of death.

His own. Sawyer's.

Hell, Sawyer was scared and he wasn't half the kid Boone was.

Not sure how to put it into words though Sawyer just shrugged out of his shirt and pulled Boone's over his head. Their pants are gone with the ease of lots of practice until they're both utterly and deliciously naked. Flipping Boone onto his back, Sawyer manages not to wince when he sees the deep furrows left on Boone's chest from the accident. Just more reminders of something Sawyer would rather never think about again. Instead of ignoring the red scars, Sawyer takes the time to map each one with his lips. Taking inventory of every muscle, every inch of flesh on Boone's body until they're both impatient. Sawyer coats himself with a minimum of lube. It's selfish but he wants Boone to *feel* him. And keep feeling him at least until the next day. Sawyer doesn't want to think about why that is, he just goes with it.

Buried all the way inside, Sawyer stops moving and proceeds to kiss Boone in every way he'd ever imagined. Slow and sweet, hot and wet, rough and aggressive, their tongue battling for dominance when they both know it doesn't matter who wins. Everything he's not prepared to say goes into Sawyer's fucking. He hopes Boone can hear him.

Boone is still breathing heavily as Sawyer pulls out of him and kisses him deeply. Boone moves to sit up. "I'll come down to the beach with you."

"No." Sawyer says more adamantly than he means to. But he can't have Boone standing on the beach while he sails away. "Stay here. Pack." Seeing the open rebellion on Boone's face, Sawyer kisses him again. "Sweetness, your face? It's not incentive for me to leave."

"Good." Boone bites Sawyer's bottom lip. "Then you'll stay."

"I told'ja I can't." Sawyer pulls on his jeans and shirt. "Take whatever you need from the suitcases and bury the rest of it." He says throwing a few more things into his backpack. Once he's finished he goes back to the bed and rubs his hands along the back of Boone's neck. "If shit hits the fan? Stick with Sayid. He's got the guns." Stealing one more kiss, Sawyer finally stands up. "Fuck being a hero. Look after yourself and don't get killed."

Boone gave a crooked grin. "Same to you."

Sawyer returned the grin as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "Not gonna be a problem." Opening the tent flap, Sawyer started down the short path to the raft.

When the raft catches a decent breeze and starts to glide away from the island, Sawyer can finally stand to look back. On the far side of the beach he can see Boone standing on an outcropping watching him.



Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
’cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.