Title: Show and Tell
Author:ficklemuse
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Boone
Summary: Sawyer tells what his problem is with Locke while Boone shows more than he's planning to.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1715
Prompt: 096 - Writer's Choice - Belonging

Sawyer has the last of his bottles of water filled and is just putting them into his pack before heading back down to the beach when Locke appears beside him.

"Hot out there today."

Sawyer's brow quirked up. "Yeah. It'd be a damn shame if my igloo melted."

Locke gave a short bark of laughter. "Funny. You're a funny man Sawyer."

"Why thanks. I'll be here all week." Grabbing his pack, Sawyer made to brush by Lock only to find his way blocked. "What?"

"You're funny but I can't quite figure you out. You don't seem to care much one way or the other whether we survive on this island."

"Make no mistake about it Kahuna. I'm all about the survival."

"Then why not let Boone hunt with me?"

Sawyer gave Locke a second look. He shouldn't be surprised to find that the old man was up on everything that went on on the island. "Boone's a big boy. He can make his own decisions."

"That's the problem. I don't think he is."

Sawyer didn't flinch as Locke took a step towards him and laid a hand on his shoulder but he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up at attention.

"Now, I know things are new with the two of you but son, don't you think..."

Sawyer deliberately lifted Locke's hand off his shoulder and tossed it aside like a rotten fish. "First off I ain't your 'son'. Let's be real clear about that old man. Secondly, 'things' are none of your fuckin' business. In case I'm not being clear - leave me the fuck alone." With that Sawyer left the caves. Between Locke and The Doc the caves were Sawyer's least favorite part of the island. Too much self righteousness all crammed into one tiny space. He heard footsteps on the path behind him and stopped, waiting for Boone to catch up. "Hey there Sweetness. You taken up eavesdropping?"

"I used to eavesdrop all the time. It was the only way anyone would tell me anything." Boone answered as he fell into step beside Sawyer. "Were you telling Locke the truth? About me being able to do what I want?"

Sawyer laughed. "Fuck no. You're not going into those woods with him as long as I have anything to do with it." Sawyer's hand grabbed Boone by the back of his neck and kissed him thoroughly. "And I *do* have something to do with it don't I baby?"

Boone staggered back a step when Sawyer finally let him go. "But why? Why don't you like John?"

"You're a good rich Yankee so I'm bettin' you've never been to a tent revival meetin'." Sawyer didn't need to see Boone's shake of the head for confirmation. "Didn't think so. Anyway my Aunt Lucille was a real holy roller. Sometimes I'd be spending a week with her and she'd drag me from here to there attending these revivals." Sawyer stopped and pulled out a cigarette, offering Boone one. When he refused Sawyer lit up and savored the first smoke he'd had in a week. "Anyway these revivals can last a week, or just a couple of days. Some of them depend on 'Holy Spirit' time. Which means they keep the show going until the suckers stop coming. And every meetin' has got some special preacher. Some preacher with a message straight from sweet baby Jesus hisself." Sawyer let out a ring of smoke. "And all these preachers they're on a crusade. They're gonna save some souls or they're gonna die trying. Locke's got that look in his eyes."

"He's never said anything..."

"It don't matter. He's a zealot. He thinks there's some higher power at work here or some shit like that. And that makes him the most dangerous man on this island. Good ol' boys like him don't have a problem gettin' pretty young things like you real dead in the name of some cause." He gave a toothy grin. "Me? I prefer you with all your parts and pieces where they're at." Sawyer stuck his cigarette back in his mouth and started to walk off the path towards a thick cluster of bamboo trees that formed a sort of screen. "C'mere." He crooked his finger and Boone followed him. "Speaking of your parts and pieces, there's a piece I'd really appreciate setting my eyes on right about now." On the other side of the bamboo screen, Sawyer leaned against the trees and watched Boone. "Take it out." He ordered gruffly. "Touch yourself."

"Sawyer! I can't!"

Sawyer kinda hoped Boone never lost that shocked expression. It suited him perfectly and made defiling him that much sweeter. "Sure you can. Unzip, put your hand around it and give me somethin' pretty to look at. It's not like there are re-runs of Friends for me to watch."

When Boone continued to hesitate, Sawyer walked up to him, slowly unbuttoned the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. He pushed Boone back against the trees and rucked up his tank top so that it was up under his arms. "Go on. Do it for me. Nice and slow. Lemme see you." Sawyer purred before stepping back to give Boone room.

Uncertainty written clearly across his face, Boone ran his hand over his stomach and reached into his jeans. He kept his eyes closed as he exposed himself to Sawyer's hungry gaze.

"Mmm... that's a sight for sore eyes."

"Sawyer..." Boone's voice rose into a bit of a whine.

"Come on. Show me." Sawyer moved closer until he and Boone were sharing the same air. But he stood to one side. He didn't want anything to interrupt the view he had. "Stroke it." He took Boone's free hand and placed it on his chest. "Play with your nipples. I know how much you like that." He murmured into Boone's ear. "Pretend it's me. I'm the one touching you. I'm the one making you all hot. That's my hand on your chest. What'm I doin?" Sawyer bent his head to watch as Boone pinched his nipple hard, causing his whole body to tense. "Oh yeah. Love doin' that. What about my other hand? I bet it's slick now. You're leakin' all over me."

Boone's fingers curled tightly around his thick erection, the purple tip weeping increasingly as he changed his strokes to slow and steady on the shaft with quick tight pulls at the head. Boone head fell back but Sawyer grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his face up again. "Wha-?"

Sawyer felt his blood boiling in his veins. Boone looked completely fuck lost and beautiful, completely possessed. Just the way Sawyer wanted him to look. "Open your eyes. Come on Sweetness lemme in." When Boone finally forced his eyes open, Sawyer drew in a sharp breath. Every thought, every feeling, everything going on inside of Boone's head was written in his eyes.

Boone quickened his stroking, his mouth falling slack and practically begging to be kissed.

Sawyer obliged him, and didn't at the same time. Instead of a real kiss he gave Boone licks and nips over his mouth. Just enough contact to have Boone's lips trying to follow Sawyer's when he pulled back and changed tactics.

Finally Sawyer rubbed his thumb over Boone's lips. Back and forth over the slick surface until Boone caught it between his lips and started to suckle on it even as he played his own body frantically.

"Yeah. That's what I want." Sawyer rasped out. The feel of Boone's lips on his thumb went straight to his cock but Sawyer was too wrapped up in the sight in front of him to do anything about it. Boone was like a living porno only ten million times better. He was hot and utterly responsive to whatever Sawyer whispered in his ear. "Do it. A little faster." He watched as Boone's hand on his cock picked up speed.

Boone's hips thrust and his back arched away from the rough trunks of the trees behind him.

Always the opportunist, Sawyer slid behind Boone and pulled the younger man back against his chest so that Sawyer could look over his shoulder and have access to all of Boone's body.

"Sawyer please." Boone whispered. "Please. Please. So close. You're going to make me..."

Sawyer dropped his head onto Boone's shoulder, his eyes riveted on the sight of Boone's tanned hand moving over his own cock in faster and faster strokes. His thumb scooped up a fat drop of precum and Sawyer grabbed Boone's wrist and brought his hand up. Then he licked the thumb clean. Not satisfied with that, Sawyer took the time to deliberately lick every inch of Boone's palm and take each finger into his mouth for a leisurely suck before wrapping Boone's hand back around his cock. Keeping hold of Boone's wrist, Sawyer set a brutal and relentless pace. "Faster. I wanna see you cum." He wrapped one arm around Boone's chest, pinning Boone completely to his own body. "That's it Sweetness. You look so fucking hot you have no idea what you're doin' to me." A thin trail of sweat poured down the back of Boone's neck and Sawyer licked it away.

When Boone finally came it was with a scream loud enough to send the birds flying from the trees overhead. His entire body collapsing in Sawyer's arms, completely depending on Sawyer to hold him up as he shuddered.

Sawyer kissed the back of Boone's neck as his hands smoothed over Boone's sweaty skin in a soothing gesture. He slowly brought Boone back down. He lifted Boone's hand to his lips and delicately lapped every drop of cum from his fingers and wrist.

Sawyer didn't see the need to mention to Boone that he'd put on a show for more than one person that afternoon. Because by the time he looked up again Locke was gone. Gone without any illusions as to who Boone belonged to.