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Title: Shift
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: I dunno, mid-S2
By day, their roles were well-defined. Jack was the over-achiever, making the plans, looking after the others, running the show. Jack never did anything half-way. Sawyer was the underachiever, resting and reading and just generally taking life as it comes. Half-way, for Sawyer, was far enough. But when they slept, everything changed.
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Jack was sprawled on the couch, twisted into an impossibly uncomfortable position, snoring softly. Sawyer had only come to the hatch to take his evening shower, but he’d found Jack on button duty alone. “It was Hurley’s turn to help, but Libby had other plans,” Jack explained, and the shadows beneath his eyes and the way his shoulders were hunched over the keyboard told Sawyer that Jack hadn’t slept in days. Jack the martyr, always taking up the slack for everybody else. “I’ll push it next time,” Sawyer told him. “You get some shut-eye.”
Now he padded out of the shower in his bare feet, wearing only a towel, twenty minutes before the first beep would signal the start of the countdown. He’d catch it before its noise could wake Jack up. While he waited he watched Jack sleep, watched him twist fitfully on the couch, listened to him mutter incoherent words and phrases. Probably dreaming about monsters and Others and guns. One hand covered his eyes, the fingers clenched tightly. Sawyer reached out and ever so lightly traced the deep ridge of worry that creased Jack’s forehead.
Jack reacted in an instant, sitting up and staring at Sawyer, wild-eyed. “What’s wrong?”
Sawyer cursed himself silently. “Nothin’s wrong, Doc. You had a fly on your face and I flicked it away, that’s all. Go back to sleep, I’m just gonna read ‘til button-time.”
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The beeping woke Jack from an uneasy doze. Shit, he’d fallen asleep and forgotten the button. Groggily he made his way to the computer and entered the numbers, and the hatch fell silent. As the fog in his brain began to lift, he vaguely remembered something about Sawyer in a towel, assuring him he was on top of the button situation. What had happened to the man?
Jack wandered around the hatch until he finally found Sawyer, sprawled on the bed with an open book on his chest, still wearing only the towel. He was going to read until button-time, Jack remembered, but he’d gone and fallen asleep instead. Jack sighed and sat down beside him, meaning to shake him awake and scold him. But he looked so peaceful lying there, his hair spread damply across the pillow, his face smooth and relaxed, his bare chest rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. He hadn’t even stirred when the beeping began, Jack knew. When Sawyer slept, he gave it his all.
He didn’t even flinch when Jack reached for the book and dropped it on the floor. He didn’t move when Jack replaced the book with his hand and trailed it slowly down his torso. He didn’t wake when Jack tugged at the towel and allowed it to fall open, or even when Jack wrapped his hand around Sawyer’s soft cock. He did react when Jack’s hand began to move, but only to swell against Jack’s palm. He still didn’t wake. The over-achiever in Jack kicked in, and he decided he’d do whatever it took to bring Sawyer around. He replaced his hand with his mouth, thinking that had to do it, but though Sawyer shifted and raised his hips toward Jack’s face, he slept on. It wasn’t until several minutes later, when he stiffened and jerked against the roof of Jack’s mouth, that he woke up with a loud, “Fuck, Jack!” and he came into Jack’s waiting throat.
Gasping for breath, he raised up on his elbows and stared at Jack in shock. “What the hell did I do to deserve that?”
Jack smirked at him. “That’s quite an accomplishment, sleeping so soundly. I thought you deserved a reward.”
Sawyer gave him a long, hard stare, then he grinned slowly and licked his bottom lip. “Y'know, Doc, you could stand to learn a thing or two about relaxin’.” He reached for the waistband of Jack’s jeans and began to slowly work the buttons. “Let’s just see what else I can accomplish.”
Twenty minutes later Jack was asleep, and he didn’t wake again until morning.
End
lostsquee Queen eponine119.Title: Shift
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: I dunno, mid-S2
By day, their roles were well-defined. Jack was the over-achiever, making the plans, looking after the others, running the show. Jack never did anything half-way. Sawyer was the underachiever, resting and reading and just generally taking life as it comes. Half-way, for Sawyer, was far enough. But when they slept, everything changed.
********
Jack was sprawled on the couch, twisted into an impossibly uncomfortable position, snoring softly. Sawyer had only come to the hatch to take his evening shower, but he’d found Jack on button duty alone. “It was Hurley’s turn to help, but Libby had other plans,” Jack explained, and the shadows beneath his eyes and the way his shoulders were hunched over the keyboard told Sawyer that Jack hadn’t slept in days. Jack the martyr, always taking up the slack for everybody else. “I’ll push it next time,” Sawyer told him. “You get some shut-eye.”
Now he padded out of the shower in his bare feet, wearing only a towel, twenty minutes before the first beep would signal the start of the countdown. He’d catch it before its noise could wake Jack up. While he waited he watched Jack sleep, watched him twist fitfully on the couch, listened to him mutter incoherent words and phrases. Probably dreaming about monsters and Others and guns. One hand covered his eyes, the fingers clenched tightly. Sawyer reached out and ever so lightly traced the deep ridge of worry that creased Jack’s forehead.
Jack reacted in an instant, sitting up and staring at Sawyer, wild-eyed. “What’s wrong?”
Sawyer cursed himself silently. “Nothin’s wrong, Doc. You had a fly on your face and I flicked it away, that’s all. Go back to sleep, I’m just gonna read ‘til button-time.”
********
The beeping woke Jack from an uneasy doze. Shit, he’d fallen asleep and forgotten the button. Groggily he made his way to the computer and entered the numbers, and the hatch fell silent. As the fog in his brain began to lift, he vaguely remembered something about Sawyer in a towel, assuring him he was on top of the button situation. What had happened to the man?
Jack wandered around the hatch until he finally found Sawyer, sprawled on the bed with an open book on his chest, still wearing only the towel. He was going to read until button-time, Jack remembered, but he’d gone and fallen asleep instead. Jack sighed and sat down beside him, meaning to shake him awake and scold him. But he looked so peaceful lying there, his hair spread damply across the pillow, his face smooth and relaxed, his bare chest rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. He hadn’t even stirred when the beeping began, Jack knew. When Sawyer slept, he gave it his all.
He didn’t even flinch when Jack reached for the book and dropped it on the floor. He didn’t move when Jack replaced the book with his hand and trailed it slowly down his torso. He didn’t wake when Jack tugged at the towel and allowed it to fall open, or even when Jack wrapped his hand around Sawyer’s soft cock. He did react when Jack’s hand began to move, but only to swell against Jack’s palm. He still didn’t wake. The over-achiever in Jack kicked in, and he decided he’d do whatever it took to bring Sawyer around. He replaced his hand with his mouth, thinking that had to do it, but though Sawyer shifted and raised his hips toward Jack’s face, he slept on. It wasn’t until several minutes later, when he stiffened and jerked against the roof of Jack’s mouth, that he woke up with a loud, “Fuck, Jack!” and he came into Jack’s waiting throat.
Gasping for breath, he raised up on his elbows and stared at Jack in shock. “What the hell did I do to deserve that?”
Jack smirked at him. “That’s quite an accomplishment, sleeping so soundly. I thought you deserved a reward.”
Sawyer gave him a long, hard stare, then he grinned slowly and licked his bottom lip. “Y'know, Doc, you could stand to learn a thing or two about relaxin’.” He reached for the waistband of Jack’s jeans and began to slowly work the buttons. “Let’s just see what else I can accomplish.”
Twenty minutes later Jack was asleep, and he didn’t wake again until morning.
End
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Date: 2006-07-18 02:31 am (UTC)God that is exactly what Jack needs.
*sigh*
And this is exactly what I needed.
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Date: 2006-07-18 04:33 am (UTC)Glad you liked it! ♥
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Date: 2006-07-18 03:11 am (UTC)Heh. I've slept through *earthquakes*, that's all I have to say. I wouldn't call Sawyer an underachiever, not quite. I think he uses his time in a very efficient way. He does nothing but fall asleep and gets a blow job as his reward, how cool is that?
Loved it.
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Date: 2006-07-18 04:34 am (UTC)I'm so glad you loved it! *smooch*
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Date: 2006-07-18 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-18 04:24 am (UTC)Look at the difference in the way the two men sleep. Jack, all tensed up with the clenched hand and the uncomfortable position:
and Sawyer, all splayed out and dead to the world:
When it comes to sleeping, Sawyer's the real over-achiever! ;D
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Date: 2006-07-18 04:21 am (UTC)But I love that Sawyer is more than willing to give Jack just what he needs..and if anyone needs to relax, it's Jack. *smile*
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Date: 2006-07-18 04:36 am (UTC)Sawyer is therapeutic. Jack should try to remember that. ;)
So glad you liked it!
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Date: 2006-07-18 04:34 am (UTC)I, too, like the comparison between the two, how the roles are reversed. I think we should all do this on-demand writing a lot more. It seems to have loosened everybody up, and it keeps us in constant supply of PWP.
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Date: 2006-07-18 04:39 am (UTC)I don't know if my Prophecy series will ever get finished, with all the PWPs that keep needing to be written! But it's so much FUN! *dances hyperactively with you*
*smooch!*
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Date: 2006-07-18 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-18 12:52 pm (UTC)So glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2006-07-18 05:46 am (UTC)Yes, I'd say that satisfies all those prompts, and very nicely. I heartily approve of Jack getting some good rest for once, especially like this. Sawyer lying around in just a towel is too big a temptation for anyone to resist!
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Date: 2006-07-18 12:55 pm (UTC)And man, Jack really could use some rest. Kate would've drugged him, but I like Sawyer's way much better, don't you? ;)
I'm so glad you liked it! ♥
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Date: 2006-07-18 12:17 pm (UTC)Although it makes GREAT fic. *loves*
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Date: 2006-07-18 12:59 pm (UTC)But yeah, the boy does need to take a course in relaxation therapy. Maybe Sawyer could help out with that, too. ;) (Hey, Island resources are limited, they have to take what they can get! Somebody should write "Sawyer's Day Spa." Maybe *I* will! LOL.
I'm so glad you liked the fic! *loves back*
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Date: 2006-07-18 02:16 pm (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2006-07-18 02:47 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2006-07-18 06:39 pm (UTC)Sawyer in a white towel,Jack sprawled on the couch,caring Sawyer,daring overachiever Jack waking up Sawyer with a blowjob...what can be better?
“That’s quite an accomplishment,sleeping so soundly.I thought you deserved a reward.”
LOL,Jack can snarky too!
*luvs*
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Date: 2006-07-18 07:11 pm (UTC)Thanks for liking! *luvs back hard*
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Date: 2006-07-18 07:34 pm (UTC)I'm so afraid writers will destroy my OTP with their "more sex and romance" thing,I'll enjoy myself and feel like a kid in a candy store b/c of the fics as much as I can!;P
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