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Title: “Relaxation”
Author: uberaeryn
Fandom: ‘Lost’
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: PWP
No Spoilers
A/N: Enough with the angst, on with the smut!
“This is a bunch of bullshit. I’m hot and sweaty and fuckin’ tired. Are we
there yet?” Sawyer grumbled, dropping his load of firewood in the middle of the
narrow path and wiping at his face with his shirt sleeve.
Jack closed his eyes and sighed heavily in exasperation, even though he was hot
and sweaty and tired himself. “We’ll be there when we get there, you lazy
son of a bitch.”
Sawyer’s eyes narrowed. “You watch who you’re callin’ a son of a bitch, you son
of a bitch.”
“But the term ‘lazy’ doesn’t bother you?” Jack asked, rolling his eyes and
wondering why he was letting himself be drawn into another one of these
conversations that would inevitably end in a shouting match or the two of them
going for each other’s throats.
“Nope. Nothin’ wrong with likin’ to take it easy on occasion,” Sawyer said,
shoving his hair back out of his eyes.
“Sawyer, you take it easy every fucking day! One time, one, we ask
you for help and all you can do is bitch about it!”
“Hey, I’m helpin’, ain’t I? And there’s nothin’ wrong with takin’ it easy. You
call it ‘lazy,’ I call it ‘extended relaxation,’” Sawyer said and suddenly
started stripping off his shirt.
Jack sighed again and kept his eyes on Sawyer’s face and not the expanse of
tanned flesh that became ever more exposed as Sawyer unbuttoned his shirt.
“Sawyer, what in the hell are you doing? We’ve got to get back to back to camp,
quit fucking around.”
“Pool over here,” Sawyer said, jerking his head to the left. “Gonna cool off. A
little relaxation.” He eyed Jack appraisingly, eyes traveling down the length of
Jack’s body in a way that made Jack shift uncomfortably, a look that Jack had
been on the receiving end quite a bit lately and a look that left him confused
and disturbed. “Looks like you could use a little relaxation yourself, Doc.
You’re practically full of knots. Bad for you, you should know that, what with
bein’ a doctor and all.”
His eyes were still on Jack, dark and narrowed as he smirked, and suddenly Jack
was filled with the urge to beat the shit out of him or fuck him stupid. Or
maybe both. Jack grimaced, dropped his own load of kindling and clapped his
hands over his eyes in order to concentrate on walling up his brain against the
thoughts of fucking Sawyer. They’d been happening all too often lately, much to
his growing discomfort.
When he opened his eyes again Sawyer was grinning full on as if he’d read Jack’s
mind and Jack flushed in spite of himself. “You comin’?” Sawyer asked,
oozing innocence and winking, and then he turned and started tromping through
the underbrush.
Jack gritted his teeth and followed, telling himself that the double entendre
had not been there, and that the only reason he was looking at Sawyer’s
ass and his tan, muscled back was because they were right there in front of him.
***
By the time they got to the pool Sawyer had struggled out of his jeans and was
completely nude and Jack was doing everything he could to look everywhere but at
Sawyer, focusing instead on the surroundings, the waterfall, a surprising splash
of red on the far side of the pool, some flower Jack couldn’t identify, and when
the sound of splashing assured him that hopefully Sawyer’s lower half, well, to
be truthful, all of him was hidden from view he returned his gaze to
Sawyer.
Sawyer, who was grinning and looking at him in that all-knowing way. “Fuck,”
Jack muttered under his breath and looked away.
“You comin’ in or what?” Sawyer shouted.
“Uh, no,” Jack said, falling to the ground and grabbing a dead leaf and toying
with it.
“Your loss, asshole,” Sawyer yelled and dove, surfacing again to swim hard for
the waterfall and then stand waist deep in water underneath it, tilting his face
up and letting the pounding of the water shove his hair back out of his face.
Jack sighed. It did look inviting. The water, not Sawyer, he told himself,
scowling, then he stood and stripped off his shirt and started making his way
into the water, ignoring the way Sawyer was looking at him speculatively.
“Nice tats,” Sawyer said loudly in order to be heard over the roar of the
waterfall.
Jack glanced down at his bicep. “Yeah. Well, thanks, I guess,” he said, before
diving. When he surfaced Sawyer was right in front of him and grabbed his arm
before Jack could blink, his thumb running roughly over the ink in Jack’s arm.
“You drunk?” Sawyer asked, eyeing the tattoos closely.
“What?” Jack asked, breathless from the dive and Sawyer’s proximity.
“When you got these. Were you drunk?” Sawyer asked, ducking his head down and
peering more closely at them.
“Oh,” Jack said, inhaling deeply of the wet smell of Sawyer’s hair. “Yeah, for
the first part of it. Not for the rest of it. Had to be done in three parts.”
“Hurt?” Sawyer asked.
“Yeah,” Jack said, stifling a sigh as Sawyer’s thumb continued its rough trail
across his bicep.
Sawyer looked up at him, grinning and eyes dark. “You like it?”
“Like what, that it hurt? I - fuck!” Jack barked, startled by the fact
that Sawyer’s mouth was now sliding along his tattoos, his lips cold but his
tongue so damned hot. Jack shuddered and tried to make himself pull away,
without much success.
“Yeah. Fuck,” Sawyer whispered, mouth running up Jack’s arm and over his
shoulder and up to his ear. “You wanna?” he whispered hotly in Jack’s ear as one
arm slid around Jack’s waist. Jack’s cock, already half hard, hardened further
much to his embarrassment.
“Jesus, Sawyer, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Jack demanded,
struggling, although his body was betraying him.
“Nothin’ that your cock couldn’t help,” Sawyer whispered, smiling slyly and
bringing his other arm around Jack’s shoulders and putting his hand on the back
of Jack’s neck to tug him closer to Sawyer’s mouth. “Or that mouth. Or those
hands, you’ve got nice hands, Doc, big. Strong and warm, I bet, feel real nice
around my dick . . .”
He must have gone insane, Jack told himself later. Completely out of his mind.
No other reason to explain the way he’d pulled Sawyer tight against him, kissing
him hard and reaching underneath the water to grasp Sawyer’s cock, stroking him
roughly, taking tremendous satisfaction in Sawyer’s muffled groans, the way
Sawyer thrust against his hand, the way he fisted one hand into Sawyer’s hair
and dragged him back to the bank, throwing him on to his back and falling on top
of him, wasting no time in taking Sawyer’s cock in his mouth and sucking him
off.
“Fuck, Doc,” Sawyer panted as Jack worked him expertly with lips and
tongue. “Goddammit, Christ, that’s good, Jesus, don’t you fuckin’ stop
. . .” Sawyer groaned and tried to thrust up to fuck Jack’s mouth but Jack
held him still, one hand pressing firmly on one hip as the other hand went to
his own cock. He looked up to see Sawyer watching him through heavy-lidded eyes
and he shifted his hips slightly so Sawyer could see Jack jerking himself off
and was rewarded with a deep, animal-like groan and then Sawyer was shooting off
in his mouth, writhing and cursing, and Jack sucked until Sawyer’s body stilled
and then moved to lie beside him on the bank.
Sawyer sighed and then propped himself up on one elbow, grinning down at Jack.
“Well, I don’t know about you, Doc, but I sure as hell feel relaxed . .
.”
Jack glared. “Get down on your knees and suck me off, you asshole!” he barked,
and Sawyer’s eyes widened momentarily and then he moved, taking Jack’s cock in
his mouth, and Jack sighed, his hands going to Sawyer’s hair and he looked down,
watching Sawyer, Sawyer looking up at him, his mouth so hot and wet and Sawyer
groaned as if Jack’s cock were the best thing to ever enter his mouth, the
vibration of it sending chills through Jack.
“Fuck, Sawyer, God, yes, just like that . . .” and before he could stop
himself he was fucking Sawyer’s mouth and Sawyer let him, opening wide and
relaxing his jaw and playing his tongue along the length of Jack’s cock and
fire, blistering fire from Sawyer’s mouth overtook him and soon, too soon, white
out.
***
“Feelin’ nice and relaxed, Doc?” Sawyer asked from behind him. Jack closed his
eyes and gritted his teeth. He could hear the smirk in Sawyer’s voice.
“Shut up, Sawyer, and meet me by the falls after sunset,” he spat, not turning
around.
“Yeah? What’s gonna happen then?” Sawyer asked, belligerent.
Jack hiked his load of firewood higher up on his hip. “Then I’m going to fuck
you stupid. I’m going to have you on all fours with my cock up your tight ass
while I fuck you as hard I can. I’ll fuck what’s left of your brains out. And,
maybe, if you manage not to piss me off, I’ll let you come.”
Sawyer stopped in his tracks, blinking in surprise. Then he smiled slowly.
“I’ll be there,” he said, still smirking, and in front of him, out of Sawyer’s
sight, Jack grinned as he imagined taking his time that evening, hands and mouth
all over Sawyer’s body, making Sawyer beg.
He grinned again and struck off toward camp.
***
End
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