Title:   Stand Together
Author:  SM (burntsm0re)
Fandom:  Lost
Pairing:  Locke/Boone
Rating:  NC-17 

Boone woke up alone.

It took a moment to figure out why that felt wrong, and then he realized his shorts were twisted uncomfortably around his waist. The memory of Locke—

He bolted up, hands grasping the opening, but his shorts had been refastened, obviously by Locke before he disappeared. Boone jumped up and scanned the camp. It was barely dawn, but few others were awake yet so it wasn’t hard, despite the minimal light, to determine Locke was already gone.

Why had he left without him?

Boone grabbed his pack and jogged toward the path, but he’d only gone about a hundred yards into the woods before he stopped.

Locke had veered off the path.

No one would’ve seen him, but Boone suddenly knew Locke was there and he pushed his way in to the small circle of trees Locke was using as cover.

Locke was leaning with one palm against a tree for balance, like some macho men posed when pissing in front of others, but his stance was awkward and his legs were wobbling like a newborn colt. His head was thrown back, face twisted in a grimace as he stared at the pink sky peeking through dark leaves.

Boone ran forward, wanting to help. “John--” but the offer was cut short when Locke’s head jerked toward him, startled. Locke’s elbow buckled and he collapsed against the tree, bumping his shoulder and sort of twisting around on his unsteady legs. He didn’t let go of his dick, but his hand stopped moving.

“Boone.” John’s voice was dark and gravelly, sounding almost like he was in pain, and his face was a mixture of lust and confusion.

But Boone’s mind only really registered what he’d wanted all along and he absently caressed John’s face without taking his eyes off the prize. His other hand slid over Locke’s, pushing it aside and widening the opening of Locke’s pants so he could have it all.

When Boone kneeled in front of Locke, Locke’s legs started trembling harder and one hand clutched at rough tree bark while the other clasped tightly onto Boone’s shoulder. Boone put his hands on Locke’s hips and held him steady as he leaned in and brushed his lips against the smooth shaft.

Locke growled low in the back of his throat and Boone’s eyes flicked up to meet Locke’s as he licked from Locke’s balls to the wet tip of his cock. He closed his eyes and swirled his tongue around the fat head before sucking on it. Boone slid his mouth down the shaft about half way before Locke’s hips thrust up hard and a flood of salty bitterness hit the back of his throat.

Locke grunted with each pulse until it stopped and his knees gave out. Boone had to let go much sooner than he liked and he was left licking his lips hungrily before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched Locke slide down until he hit the ground with an audible thud in the early morning quiet.

“John?” Boone touched his cheek as he crawled out from between John’s legs and crouched by his side.

Locke’s eyes were closed, but he grinned, wrapping his arm around Boone’s shoulders so Boone sat next to him. Strong fingers rubbed the nape of Boone’s neck lazily for a moment before Locke opened his eyes again.

“I thought maybe I killed you,” Boone teased, his voice tinged with a little pride.

“No, but it might be worth not walking again,” John replied, staring oddly at his legs.

Boone leaned his head against John’s shoulder, suddenly feeling a little uneasy though he didn't know why. “If you can’t hunt we’ll all starve,” he said lightly, trying to steer them back toward the contentment of a few moments ago.

“I don’t think so,” John disagreed. “This island is full of miracles.”

Boone’s brows furrowed. A rescue was the only miracle he was interested in…

Okay, being with Locke was pretty damn close.

Fin