Alternative Medicine
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alliecat8Title: Alternative Medicine
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post-captivity island fic. No spoilers for S3 beyond what we've seen in the promos
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
A/N: Total PWP (well, as close as I'll ever get to PWP). Remember when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zelda_zee was wondering why they wear such a maddening amount of clothing on the island? Here's why. ;) Written for elise_509 because she needed some smutty Jack, and it's also an early birthday present for isis2015 and apsik, who both have birthdays on New Lost Eve! ♥
He was out there, Sawyer knew. Hovering. Just like he’d been hovering, ever since they’d come back to camp and Sawyer had refused to speak to him, had refused to look him in the eye, had refused to be anywhere in Jack’s vicinity. Jack always found him, though; he watched him surreptitiously, waiting for the slightest indication from Sawyer that he was ready to talk. It was getting so old, Sawyer thought, it was making him cranky. Crankier than normal, and even he had his limits.
"Yo, Doc,” he called, and he could feel hesitation in the silence outside his tent. “I know you’re there, Tonto. I ain’t comin’ out, so either get your ass in here and say your piece, or scram.”
A few more seconds ticked by, and then a hand snaked around the flap of the tent, followed by Jack’s pale and frowning face. He flinched when his eyes fell on Sawyer’s prone form, and he pushed his way into the tent and grabbed a handful of clothes from the ground. “Put these on, Sawyer. You know what I said about–“
“Yeah, I know what you said about a lotta things,” Sawyer interrupted him irritably. “You’ve been Mussolini and Hitler all rolled into one ever since we got back, frettin’ like an old woman, tellin’ everybody to wash their hands and cook their fish and keep their damn clothes on all the time. I haven’t even been skinny-dipping since we got back, which I’m sure you’ve noticed seein’ as how you follow me around all the time, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you tell me how I can dress in the privacy of my own tent. Put those down and say what you want to say and get out. I’m busy.” He waved the magazine he was holding at Jack, and tugged significantly at the elastic of his boxers.
Jack threw the clothes down and dropped onto the ground beside them. “Fine. You can run around the camp naked for all I care, just don’t come crying to me when those bites start to get infected.”
Sawyer scratched absently at a sand flea bite. “Don’t worry about me, Doc, I can take care of myself just fine.” He stared at Jack, silently daring him to look him in the eye.
And for the first time since they’d escaped from the Others, Jack did. “I didn’t come in here to lecture you about taking care of yourself. I need to tell you something.” His jaw clenched in a way that told Sawyer that getting the words out was an effort for him. “I want you to hear me out. When I’m done you can throw me out of this tent, and I’ll leave you alone from now on. I’m not saying this because I think you’ll care, I’m saying it because I need to.”
“So, talk.”
Jack fidgeted and his brows drew together and his lips moved, but nothing came out. He sucked in a breath and tried again. “I’m sorry,” he said, and the words hung between them like wayward souls with nowhere to go. “I’m sorry I listened to Michael, I’m sorry I led you into a trap. I’m sorry I ran away when the Others shot you, and I’m more sorry than I can say that they did those awful things to you. I know it was my fault, and I don’t blame you for hating me.”
Somewhere in the middle of this speech Jack had lost the nerve to meet Sawyer’s eyes, and now he was staring at Sawyer’s fingers as they roamed across his stomach, picking at flea bites. Sawyer snapped, “It’s all about you, ain’t it? Always is, always will be. Everything’s your responsibility. If it goes right you take the credit and if it goes wrong you take the blame. I ‘spose these here bug bites are your fault, too, then, seein’ as how every other damn thing seems to be.”
“No, those bites are your problem, but if I hadn’t made you give back all the medicine at least I'd be able to treat them.” Jack looked so depressed and stubbornly intent on beating himself up that Sawyer didn’t have the heart to keep on encouraging him.
“You weren’t the one who blew up the hatch, Doc. It’s not your fault all the medicine's gone.” He dropped the magazine and reached for a basket on the ground next to him. “Here,” he said, holding it out to Jack. “Papayas.”
Jack gave him a look. “Uh, thanks, but I’m not –“
“They ain’t for eatin’, genius, they’re for the bites. Sun gave ‘em to me. She said the juice has a chemical in it that works just like your fancy medicine.”
Jack reached for a papaya and looked at it, turning it over in his hands. “I’ll be damned,” he said. “She’s right. Papain comes from papayas. You can use it as a meat tenderizer, because it breaks down protein. It breaks down the poison in bites, too. I hadn’t even thought about that.”
“That’s ‘cause your head’s still back in the regular world. You gotta learn to adapt, Jack. Different world, different set of rules.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled out his pocketknife. “Now how ‘bout you do a little doctorin’, island style.”
“You don’t need me for that,” Jack said, but he took the knife and sliced through the skin of the fruit, anyway. “Like you said, you can take care of yourself.”
Sawyer sank back onto his bedroll and reached for the magazine. “And you got other places to be, right?” It came out sounding more bitter than Sawyer had intended, and Jack glanced at him sharply.
“You’re still pissed off.” He squeezed the papaya, and a blob of goo oozed onto his fingers. “Are you gonna punch me if I try to put this stuff on you?”
Sawyer shrugged. “Try me.”
Tentatively, Jack reached for a red spot on Sawyer’s shoulder.
“Not there. That one don’t even itch. The worst ones show up where the sun don’t shine.” He pushed down the waistband of his shorts, revealing a patch of inflamed skin. “Careful with that stuff, it burns.”
Jack shifted uncomfortably in the sand. “If you’d just wear clothes like I told you to…,” he muttered as his fingers made awkward contact with Sawyer’s stomach.
Sawyer grunted, both from the sting of the juice and the coldness of Jack’s hand. “I ain’t a damn reptile like you, Doc, I’m hot-blooded. If I went around all covered up like you do, I’d have a nuclear meltdown.”
“Well, just don’t expect me to do this for you every day.” Jack pushed more of the fabric aside and made a great show of focusing on his work. “This wasn’t supposed to be a housecall.”
“That ain’t what this is,” Sawyer told him. “This is just you makin’ amends.”
“Yeah.” Jack’s hand stilled, and he sighed. “Yeah. I fucked up bad, and I owe you.”
Sawyer heard the weight of remorse in his voice, saw it in the slump of his shoulders, but instead of pity, he felt a sudden surge of power. This was something totally new and unexpected, this realization that Jack felt somehow beholden to him. It was a heady feeling, but thanks to the pressure of Jack’s hand on him, instead of going to his head the feeling went straight to his groin. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “If you really want to make it up to me,” he said slowly, “I got another idea.”
Jack drew in a sharp breath, and Sawyer realized that there was no need to elaborate; the part of him that came up with the idea was now nudging insistently against Jack’s hand. “Sawyer, I—“
“Yeah yeah, I know,” Sawyer interrupted. “Back when I was in a cage gettin’ starved and tortured and worse, you were gettin’ all cozy in the VIP suite at the Islandtown Hilton. You got the royal treatment, I got hard time, ain’t that the way it always goes. But just ‘cause you and Freckles have settled into a life of domestic bliss don’t mean—“
“Shut up,” Jack said, and the surprise of what he did next made Sawyer do exactly that. Jack didn’t so much bend forward as fall, burying his face in the juice-smeared skin of Sawyer’s stomach and running his tongue over the damp flesh like a starving man who had suddenly stumbled upon a feast. Since papayas weren’t exactly a treat on the island, Sawyer could only assume that Jack was feasting on him. Unexpected as that was, he again felt that thrill of power and he liked it enough that he decided to just lie back and see how it all played out.
Jack’s tongue made slow wet circles across Sawyer’s skin, licking up every drop of the juice he’d recently applied. Along the way he nipped lightly with his teeth, adding his own bite marks to the ones that were already there. He slid down past Sawyer’s navel and over the line of pale flesh between the tan skin of his abdomen and the puckered waistband of his shorts. He caught the edge of the fabric in his teeth and tugged, dragging it down further and exposing the swollen head of Sawyer’s cock. When he took Sawyer in his mouth, it was Jack who moaned.
Jack was enjoying this, Sawyer thought; he wanted it. This new and completely surprising idea sent the third and by far the most intense surge of power through him, and he gasped and shuddered with need. This wasn’t just some mercy fuck to make up for what Jack thought were his sins against Sawyer; Jack was eager to let Sawyer fuck his mouth, it showed in the enthusiastic way he wrapped his lips around Sawyer’s erection, the urgent way his hand gripped Sawyer’s thigh. He used his free hand to tug Sawyer’s shorts down until the entire length of his cock sprang free, and Jack moaned again as he lowered his head to engulf the rigid shaft. The vibration from the sound shot straight up through Sawyer’s spine to his brain, and he almost lost it right then, the wet heat of Jack’s mouth and the pressure of his tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock almost more than he could bear. His hands went to the top of Jack’s head and he pressed his fingers into the soft stubble on Jack’s scalp, holding Jack tight against him as he thrust hard and deep. Jack took it all and demanded more, swirling his tongue around the straining head, dipping it into the slit and sucking out the moisture that was leaking rapidly now as Sawyer approached the edge. Somewhere in his jumbled thoughts it occurred to him that he should warn Jack, but then Jack slid his tongue over that one certain spot in a way that told him that Jack meant business; he wanted to make Sawyer come in his mouth, and he wanted to make him come now. Sawyer arched up high and he hovered there on the brink for one long bright blissful moment, and then he fell, jerking and crying out, over the edge and into the white hot light.
Jack sucked him dry and then he raised his head and pushed himself up to crouch over Sawyer, bracing himself with one arm on the bed. He kept his eyes shut tight as he clawed at the zipper of his jeans and fisted himself fast and hard. He didn’t ask Sawyer to help; he probably thought he didn’t deserve it. His movements were almost punishing in their intensity as he jerked himself off without opening his eyes. He was locked in his own dark frenzy of heat and sin and need, and Sawyer simply watched him, fascinated, until Jack threw back his head and howled in a voice that must have carried to half the camp. At just that moment Sawyer reached between them and cupped Jack’s balls, squeezing just hard enough to remind Jack that he was there and he was watching, and Jack cried out again and erupted, spurting one hot wet streak after another across Sawyer’s stomach and chest.
Jack stroked himself through the aftershocks with his eyes still closed. When he opened them, Sawyer knew, everything would depend on what he saw. Jack would be looking for answers; were they friends or enemies, had this been an act of humiliation or one of absolution? What would they be to each other from this moment on?
Slowly, Jack opened his eyes. Sawyer didn’t blink away the haze of sated lust, didn’t harden his face into the mocking expression he knew Jack dreaded. Instead he moved his hand up between their bodies, and ran his fingers through the come that was still warm on his chest. He brought the hand to his mouth and, with his gaze still locked on Jack’s, he sucked each finger clean. Jack’s eyes widened, and Sawyer watched his throat work as he fought to say the words, “Will you forgive me?”
“Ain’t nothin’ to forgive, Doc.” Sawyer sighed, and then he couldn’t help himself, he chuckled softly. “All this time you’ve been thinkin’ I blamed you for everything that happened with the Others, and you had it all wrong. Yeah, you fucked up, but you were only doin’ the best you knew how. That’s all any of us can do in this crazy-ass place. I ain’t holdin’ it against you.”
“Then why…?” Jack blinked and looked at Sawyer in confusion. “You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we got back, Sawyer. I don’t get it.”
“You were with her.” Sawyer shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but he knew by Jack’s expression that he’d failed. “They asked her who she wanted, and she said she wanted you. I thought you wanted her, too. It pissed me off, not because you had her, but because she had you.”
Jack sat back, adjusted his clothes and Sawyer’s, and shook his head with a rueful laugh. “That’s why you were mad at me? Because of Kate?” He grabbed a shirt off the ground and started to wipe Sawyer’s chest and stomach clean. “She told me what she wanted, and I turned her down. Want to know why?”
“I think you just showed me why.”
Jack reached for the papaya. “I wanted you, yeah. But that's not why I turned her down. I turned her down because I'm your friend." He squeezed some juice into his palm and began to rub it on Sawyer’s skin. "I turned her down because I thought you loved her."
“Some doctor you are,” Sawyer snorted, determined to ignore the sudden tightness in his throat. “Misdiagnosin’ things every damn time.”
“Guess my head was still back in the regular world,” Jack said, grinning sheepishly.
“Different world, different set of rules.” Sawyer closed his eyes and let himself bask in the warmth of the afterglow and the slick, soothing slide of Jack’s hand on his skin. “Looks like you’re finally figurin' out how to adapt.”
End
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post-captivity island fic. No spoilers for S3 beyond what we've seen in the promos
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
A/N: Total PWP (well, as close as I'll ever get to PWP). Remember when
zelda_zee was wondering why they wear such a maddening amount of clothing on the island? Here's why. ;) Written for elise_509 because she needed some smutty Jack, and it's also an early birthday present for isis2015 and apsik, who both have birthdays on New Lost Eve! ♥He was out there, Sawyer knew. Hovering. Just like he’d been hovering, ever since they’d come back to camp and Sawyer had refused to speak to him, had refused to look him in the eye, had refused to be anywhere in Jack’s vicinity. Jack always found him, though; he watched him surreptitiously, waiting for the slightest indication from Sawyer that he was ready to talk. It was getting so old, Sawyer thought, it was making him cranky. Crankier than normal, and even he had his limits.
"Yo, Doc,” he called, and he could feel hesitation in the silence outside his tent. “I know you’re there, Tonto. I ain’t comin’ out, so either get your ass in here and say your piece, or scram.”
A few more seconds ticked by, and then a hand snaked around the flap of the tent, followed by Jack’s pale and frowning face. He flinched when his eyes fell on Sawyer’s prone form, and he pushed his way into the tent and grabbed a handful of clothes from the ground. “Put these on, Sawyer. You know what I said about–“
“Yeah, I know what you said about a lotta things,” Sawyer interrupted him irritably. “You’ve been Mussolini and Hitler all rolled into one ever since we got back, frettin’ like an old woman, tellin’ everybody to wash their hands and cook their fish and keep their damn clothes on all the time. I haven’t even been skinny-dipping since we got back, which I’m sure you’ve noticed seein’ as how you follow me around all the time, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you tell me how I can dress in the privacy of my own tent. Put those down and say what you want to say and get out. I’m busy.” He waved the magazine he was holding at Jack, and tugged significantly at the elastic of his boxers.
Jack threw the clothes down and dropped onto the ground beside them. “Fine. You can run around the camp naked for all I care, just don’t come crying to me when those bites start to get infected.”
Sawyer scratched absently at a sand flea bite. “Don’t worry about me, Doc, I can take care of myself just fine.” He stared at Jack, silently daring him to look him in the eye.
And for the first time since they’d escaped from the Others, Jack did. “I didn’t come in here to lecture you about taking care of yourself. I need to tell you something.” His jaw clenched in a way that told Sawyer that getting the words out was an effort for him. “I want you to hear me out. When I’m done you can throw me out of this tent, and I’ll leave you alone from now on. I’m not saying this because I think you’ll care, I’m saying it because I need to.”
“So, talk.”
Jack fidgeted and his brows drew together and his lips moved, but nothing came out. He sucked in a breath and tried again. “I’m sorry,” he said, and the words hung between them like wayward souls with nowhere to go. “I’m sorry I listened to Michael, I’m sorry I led you into a trap. I’m sorry I ran away when the Others shot you, and I’m more sorry than I can say that they did those awful things to you. I know it was my fault, and I don’t blame you for hating me.”
Somewhere in the middle of this speech Jack had lost the nerve to meet Sawyer’s eyes, and now he was staring at Sawyer’s fingers as they roamed across his stomach, picking at flea bites. Sawyer snapped, “It’s all about you, ain’t it? Always is, always will be. Everything’s your responsibility. If it goes right you take the credit and if it goes wrong you take the blame. I ‘spose these here bug bites are your fault, too, then, seein’ as how every other damn thing seems to be.”
“No, those bites are your problem, but if I hadn’t made you give back all the medicine at least I'd be able to treat them.” Jack looked so depressed and stubbornly intent on beating himself up that Sawyer didn’t have the heart to keep on encouraging him.
“You weren’t the one who blew up the hatch, Doc. It’s not your fault all the medicine's gone.” He dropped the magazine and reached for a basket on the ground next to him. “Here,” he said, holding it out to Jack. “Papayas.”
Jack gave him a look. “Uh, thanks, but I’m not –“
“They ain’t for eatin’, genius, they’re for the bites. Sun gave ‘em to me. She said the juice has a chemical in it that works just like your fancy medicine.”
Jack reached for a papaya and looked at it, turning it over in his hands. “I’ll be damned,” he said. “She’s right. Papain comes from papayas. You can use it as a meat tenderizer, because it breaks down protein. It breaks down the poison in bites, too. I hadn’t even thought about that.”
“That’s ‘cause your head’s still back in the regular world. You gotta learn to adapt, Jack. Different world, different set of rules.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled out his pocketknife. “Now how ‘bout you do a little doctorin’, island style.”
“You don’t need me for that,” Jack said, but he took the knife and sliced through the skin of the fruit, anyway. “Like you said, you can take care of yourself.”
Sawyer sank back onto his bedroll and reached for the magazine. “And you got other places to be, right?” It came out sounding more bitter than Sawyer had intended, and Jack glanced at him sharply.
“You’re still pissed off.” He squeezed the papaya, and a blob of goo oozed onto his fingers. “Are you gonna punch me if I try to put this stuff on you?”
Sawyer shrugged. “Try me.”
Tentatively, Jack reached for a red spot on Sawyer’s shoulder.
“Not there. That one don’t even itch. The worst ones show up where the sun don’t shine.” He pushed down the waistband of his shorts, revealing a patch of inflamed skin. “Careful with that stuff, it burns.”
Jack shifted uncomfortably in the sand. “If you’d just wear clothes like I told you to…,” he muttered as his fingers made awkward contact with Sawyer’s stomach.
Sawyer grunted, both from the sting of the juice and the coldness of Jack’s hand. “I ain’t a damn reptile like you, Doc, I’m hot-blooded. If I went around all covered up like you do, I’d have a nuclear meltdown.”
“Well, just don’t expect me to do this for you every day.” Jack pushed more of the fabric aside and made a great show of focusing on his work. “This wasn’t supposed to be a housecall.”
“That ain’t what this is,” Sawyer told him. “This is just you makin’ amends.”
“Yeah.” Jack’s hand stilled, and he sighed. “Yeah. I fucked up bad, and I owe you.”
Sawyer heard the weight of remorse in his voice, saw it in the slump of his shoulders, but instead of pity, he felt a sudden surge of power. This was something totally new and unexpected, this realization that Jack felt somehow beholden to him. It was a heady feeling, but thanks to the pressure of Jack’s hand on him, instead of going to his head the feeling went straight to his groin. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “If you really want to make it up to me,” he said slowly, “I got another idea.”
Jack drew in a sharp breath, and Sawyer realized that there was no need to elaborate; the part of him that came up with the idea was now nudging insistently against Jack’s hand. “Sawyer, I—“
“Yeah yeah, I know,” Sawyer interrupted. “Back when I was in a cage gettin’ starved and tortured and worse, you were gettin’ all cozy in the VIP suite at the Islandtown Hilton. You got the royal treatment, I got hard time, ain’t that the way it always goes. But just ‘cause you and Freckles have settled into a life of domestic bliss don’t mean—“
“Shut up,” Jack said, and the surprise of what he did next made Sawyer do exactly that. Jack didn’t so much bend forward as fall, burying his face in the juice-smeared skin of Sawyer’s stomach and running his tongue over the damp flesh like a starving man who had suddenly stumbled upon a feast. Since papayas weren’t exactly a treat on the island, Sawyer could only assume that Jack was feasting on him. Unexpected as that was, he again felt that thrill of power and he liked it enough that he decided to just lie back and see how it all played out.
Jack’s tongue made slow wet circles across Sawyer’s skin, licking up every drop of the juice he’d recently applied. Along the way he nipped lightly with his teeth, adding his own bite marks to the ones that were already there. He slid down past Sawyer’s navel and over the line of pale flesh between the tan skin of his abdomen and the puckered waistband of his shorts. He caught the edge of the fabric in his teeth and tugged, dragging it down further and exposing the swollen head of Sawyer’s cock. When he took Sawyer in his mouth, it was Jack who moaned.
Jack was enjoying this, Sawyer thought; he wanted it. This new and completely surprising idea sent the third and by far the most intense surge of power through him, and he gasped and shuddered with need. This wasn’t just some mercy fuck to make up for what Jack thought were his sins against Sawyer; Jack was eager to let Sawyer fuck his mouth, it showed in the enthusiastic way he wrapped his lips around Sawyer’s erection, the urgent way his hand gripped Sawyer’s thigh. He used his free hand to tug Sawyer’s shorts down until the entire length of his cock sprang free, and Jack moaned again as he lowered his head to engulf the rigid shaft. The vibration from the sound shot straight up through Sawyer’s spine to his brain, and he almost lost it right then, the wet heat of Jack’s mouth and the pressure of his tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock almost more than he could bear. His hands went to the top of Jack’s head and he pressed his fingers into the soft stubble on Jack’s scalp, holding Jack tight against him as he thrust hard and deep. Jack took it all and demanded more, swirling his tongue around the straining head, dipping it into the slit and sucking out the moisture that was leaking rapidly now as Sawyer approached the edge. Somewhere in his jumbled thoughts it occurred to him that he should warn Jack, but then Jack slid his tongue over that one certain spot in a way that told him that Jack meant business; he wanted to make Sawyer come in his mouth, and he wanted to make him come now. Sawyer arched up high and he hovered there on the brink for one long bright blissful moment, and then he fell, jerking and crying out, over the edge and into the white hot light.
Jack sucked him dry and then he raised his head and pushed himself up to crouch over Sawyer, bracing himself with one arm on the bed. He kept his eyes shut tight as he clawed at the zipper of his jeans and fisted himself fast and hard. He didn’t ask Sawyer to help; he probably thought he didn’t deserve it. His movements were almost punishing in their intensity as he jerked himself off without opening his eyes. He was locked in his own dark frenzy of heat and sin and need, and Sawyer simply watched him, fascinated, until Jack threw back his head and howled in a voice that must have carried to half the camp. At just that moment Sawyer reached between them and cupped Jack’s balls, squeezing just hard enough to remind Jack that he was there and he was watching, and Jack cried out again and erupted, spurting one hot wet streak after another across Sawyer’s stomach and chest.
Jack stroked himself through the aftershocks with his eyes still closed. When he opened them, Sawyer knew, everything would depend on what he saw. Jack would be looking for answers; were they friends or enemies, had this been an act of humiliation or one of absolution? What would they be to each other from this moment on?
Slowly, Jack opened his eyes. Sawyer didn’t blink away the haze of sated lust, didn’t harden his face into the mocking expression he knew Jack dreaded. Instead he moved his hand up between their bodies, and ran his fingers through the come that was still warm on his chest. He brought the hand to his mouth and, with his gaze still locked on Jack’s, he sucked each finger clean. Jack’s eyes widened, and Sawyer watched his throat work as he fought to say the words, “Will you forgive me?”
“Ain’t nothin’ to forgive, Doc.” Sawyer sighed, and then he couldn’t help himself, he chuckled softly. “All this time you’ve been thinkin’ I blamed you for everything that happened with the Others, and you had it all wrong. Yeah, you fucked up, but you were only doin’ the best you knew how. That’s all any of us can do in this crazy-ass place. I ain’t holdin’ it against you.”
“Then why…?” Jack blinked and looked at Sawyer in confusion. “You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we got back, Sawyer. I don’t get it.”
“You were with her.” Sawyer shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but he knew by Jack’s expression that he’d failed. “They asked her who she wanted, and she said she wanted you. I thought you wanted her, too. It pissed me off, not because you had her, but because she had you.”
Jack sat back, adjusted his clothes and Sawyer’s, and shook his head with a rueful laugh. “That’s why you were mad at me? Because of Kate?” He grabbed a shirt off the ground and started to wipe Sawyer’s chest and stomach clean. “She told me what she wanted, and I turned her down. Want to know why?”
“I think you just showed me why.”
Jack reached for the papaya. “I wanted you, yeah. But that's not why I turned her down. I turned her down because I'm your friend." He squeezed some juice into his palm and began to rub it on Sawyer’s skin. "I turned her down because I thought you loved her."
“Some doctor you are,” Sawyer snorted, determined to ignore the sudden tightness in his throat. “Misdiagnosin’ things every damn time.”
“Guess my head was still back in the regular world,” Jack said, grinning sheepishly.
“Different world, different set of rules.” Sawyer closed his eyes and let himself bask in the warmth of the afterglow and the slick, soothing slide of Jack’s hand on his skin. “Looks like you’re finally figurin' out how to adapt.”
End
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Date: 2006-09-29 11:50 pm (UTC)And Jack always does take the blame for everything, doesn't he? I'm writing something along those lines right now, myself. Because he's just so damn hard on himself. *pets him and feeds him Sawyer*
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Date: 2006-09-30 04:49 pm (UTC)And Jack always does take the blame for everything, doesn't he?
I think his arrogance is a two-sided coin; he feels like a god when things go right, but he condemns himself when they go wrong. And on the island, almost nothing goes right. Poor Jack.
I'm so glad you read and liked! ♥
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Date: 2006-09-30 12:47 am (UTC)\0/
Sorry. I can't be coherent after all that. Seriously. I love that Sawyer's sorta manipulative here, but he ends up getting more than he bargained for. It would pain me to see Jack just doing this out of a sense of guilt or duty, but it's more than that. And it's damn hot watching him lose control like that, being so forceful. I do love forceful!Jack. And Sawyer licking the come off his fingers...
*flails again*
I am SO glad you're porning again. (And writing again in general.)
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Date: 2006-09-30 04:57 pm (UTC)*smooch*
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Date: 2006-09-30 12:52 am (UTC)Jack reached for the papaya. “I wanted you, yeah. But that's not why I turned her down. I turned her down because I'm your friend." He squeezed some juice into his palm and began to rub it on Sawyer’s skin. "I turned her down because I thought you loved her."
Aww. I just wanna snuggle Jack. *happy sigh* A job well done honey.
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Date: 2006-09-30 04:58 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it, since I wrote it for you! *big birthday hugs*
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Date: 2006-09-30 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-30 01:06 am (UTC)Jack, Jack, Jack...always taking the blame for everything, never cutting himself any slack. My poor baby. I'm glad Sawyer and he seemed to have cleared all that up... ;)
Jack reached for the papaya. “I wanted you, yeah. But that's not why I turned her down. I turned her down because I'm your friend." He squeezed some juice into his palm and began to rub it on Sawyer’s skin. "I turned her down because I thought you loved her."
I know
And of course, I loved the pr0n. How could I not? You're so lovely for helping me out with my Jack!lust. ;) Him losing control and coming all over Sawyer? GUH. LosingControl!Jack is one of my favorites.
You're the best! *hugs*
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Date: 2006-09-30 05:01 pm (UTC)Thank you for requesting smutty!Jack. I'd missed writing him. And yeah, they really do need to wake up and realize that Kate is just a smokescreen hiding their true feelings -- for each other! :)
*hugs back tight*
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Date: 2006-09-30 03:03 am (UTC)And the great thing is that they get to work it all out at the same time - Jack gets to ask forgiveness, and receive it, Sawyer gets to understand why Jack's avoided him, they get to put it all behind them and get down to what they really have needed to be doing all along. And that makes me a very happy girl.
The whole thing is hot as hell, guh!! But for some reason, Jack jerking off like that, coming on Sawyer, him watching - whoa! Fantastic. Love it to death.
MWAH!
And what was that about no more writing of teh slash?? Yeah, right. ;)
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Date: 2006-09-30 05:14 pm (UTC)I meant it when I said it, but I guess I just didn't appreciate the power those two have over me. They're irresistible!
I'm glad I could supply you with some much-needed porn. I can't wait til you return the favor! :D
*hugs*
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Date: 2006-09-30 03:17 am (UTC)I like the triangle-y stuff at the end, how it plays between the two of them, trying to guess how to please the other and yet having absolutely no clue.
The sex was nice, too. Papayas and licking!
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Date: 2006-09-30 05:18 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'll bet they've lost all their medicine, and they've definitely lost their guns. What will Jack and Sawyer fight over now? Oh yeah, Kate....bah
I'm so glad you liked it! ♥
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Date: 2006-09-30 07:37 am (UTC)And, of course, the papaya scene was delicious!
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Date: 2006-09-30 05:20 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading and liking! :)
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Date: 2006-09-30 08:17 am (UTC)This was pretty cool, I like how they both stepped aside out of respect for the other, very sweet. Also, Jack licking him? YUM. I also liked how you mentioned papaya not being a treat - it's true, they're probably sick to death of all those tropical fruits that to us seem like something special :)
You're full of interesting little details to go with your porn, missy!
<3
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Date: 2006-09-30 05:28 pm (UTC)And their library is gone now, too (assuming the hatch is really gone). I'm worried about how Sawyer will react to losing all his books. :(
Why can't I write straight-up porn? I always have to throw in a ton of other stuff...I'm glad you like it that way. :) And now I'm going to sit back an happily anticipate J/S carnival fic from you!
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Date: 2006-09-30 05:33 pm (UTC)*is Sawyer's brainwashed minion*
The J/S carnival fic is all
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Date: 2006-09-30 04:44 pm (UTC)Guh...and so hot!
Jack’s tongue made slow wet circles across Sawyer’s skin, licking up every drop of the juice he’d recently applied.
Mmmhh. Mmmmmmmmhhhh.
More, please?
♥
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Date: 2006-09-30 05:30 pm (UTC)Ooh, you're such a bad influence! ;D
*loves*
Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2006-09-30 06:48 pm (UTC)Jack fidgeted and his brows drew together and his lips moved, but nothing came out. He sucked in a breath and tried again. If that's not Jack to a tee, I don't know what is. He always goes through the facial contortions when he has something important to say - and when he is talking to Sawyer, in general, or in earnest.
Jack stroked himself through the aftershocks with his eyes still closed. When he opened them, Sawyer knew, everything would depend on what he saw. Jack would be looking for answers; were they friends or enemies, had this been an act of humiliation or one of absolution? What would they be to each other from this moment on?
Slowly, Jack opened his eyes. Sawyer didn’t blink away the haze of sated lust, didn’t harden his face into the mocking expression he knew Jack dreaded...
And that ^^^ would be why you are the Queen of Emotional Smut, because it isn't just the sex, it is what is behind it - and sometimes what is behind curtain two isn't all that pretty, but what is behind the final curtain puts it all to rights.
Welcome back, girlie!
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Date: 2006-09-30 07:45 pm (UTC)what is behind curtain two isn't all that pretty, but what is behind the final curtain puts it all to rights.
Thank you for saying that! I do go "dark" a lot, but I (almost) always bring back the light in the end. Thank you for trusting me. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-09-30 10:54 pm (UTC)“I wanted you,yeah.But that's not why I turned her down.I turned her down because I'm your friend....I turned her down because I thought you loved her."
OK,so this?Excellent!!!Oh,how I wish cannon Jack would do as much for cannon Sawyer,because of their friendship.Give up Kate b/c he thinks Sawyer wants her...Very touching.
“She’s right.Papain comes from papayas. ou can use it as a meat tenderizer,because it breaks down protein It breaks down the poison in bites,too.
Oh,God-things you learn from fics!I had no idea,really:)
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Date: 2006-10-01 01:18 am (UTC)Oh, you don't know how very, very much I wish that, too! Because if you think about it, whichever man she ends up with will betray the friendship of the other man. I'm afraid it's going to drive a wedge between Jack and Sawyer either way, and that's the last thing I want to see!
Hee, I'm glad I could melt you and be educational at the same time. Thank you for the lovely fb! :D
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Date: 2006-10-01 04:17 pm (UTC)Agree,but her hooking up with Jack won't be that much of a betrayal-Jack still haven't declared his friendship and still can't forgive Sawyer for Guns Con.I hope by the end of S3 they'll work out their issues,save each other a few times and realize how important the friendship is.I want them to want and value that friendship enough to understand and accept Kate's choice,if we must go there.Respect for each other,that is what I hope to see.I'm an optimist,what can I say?;)
Porn can be very educational,indeed;)
*luvs*
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Date: 2006-10-02 02:26 pm (UTC)No, it won't seem like a betrayal from Jack's point of view, because unfortunately canon Jack hasn't recognized the bond that's between him and Sawyer. But it will feel like a betrayal to Sawyer. I dread that, because I think that's what will happen. I'm with you, the best thing that could come out of S3 would be a bond of mutual respect between the two of them, no matter who the girl chooses.
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Date: 2006-10-01 12:07 am (UTC)this was great and thanks a lot, I needed something like that!
Jack always feels that everything is his fault, and it's highly plausible that Sawyer would take advantage of that, up to a point. But there, at the end, instead of going on in his power trip, he shows Jack that he cares and that he's happy of where things are heading.
so happy to see your writing again girl!
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Date: 2006-10-01 02:35 am (UTC)Enjoy your shower ;), and thanks so much for reading!
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Date: 2006-10-02 03:56 am (UTC)Thanks for reading, and for putting up with me. ♥
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:18 pm (UTC)I really like Jack circling Sawyer like this, worrying about him but not wanting to crowd him so staying his distance. And Sawyer playing him, very in character, and I don't think you went too dark with it, I think you hit a nice balance, because it's obvious he does want Jack and isn't using him, even if he perhaps thinks that he is, if that makes any sense at all :/ I think it's the fact that they both respect each other, but it only comes out at the end, like how Jack stepped back from Kate for Sawyer's benefit more than for his own, because he didn't want to hurt Sawyer.
Anyway, enough rambling, let's get to the hotness. Lickage, I'm a big fan of lickage, big fan of Jack letting go, and very, very big fan of either of the boys putting on a show, but when it's Jack, that's just bonus points because usually it's Sawyer who gets to perform. Either way, I'm a very happy girl.
Thanks for pointing me in this direction, sorry I missed it the first time around ♥
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Date: 2006-10-03 04:38 pm (UTC)Thank you for saying I hit a balance; I didn't want Sawyer to just be using Jack. I'm glad it came across that they respect each other. As for Jack, I always imagined that he would be inhibited in bed (though I think he's capable of surprising us!), and I wanted to see him just lose it, for once. I'm so glad you liked it! :)
I feel bad because I'm not up to speed on your Jack/Ford series. I missed the first few installments, and now I feel hopelessly behind, but I know it's wonderful and I haven't forgotten about it. Thanks for being a good friend, even though I've been a bad one. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-10-03 03:00 am (UTC)Okay, onto the rest, I liked that it was also kind of redemptive (is that a word?) and that they both got what they needed and yep, liked this lots. And never before have big bites been sexy, so good job on that!
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Date: 2006-10-03 04:44 pm (UTC)Hee,
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Date: 2006-10-03 03:07 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-10-03 04:46 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it, and I don't mind late feedback; it's like an unexpected present. Thanks you so much for reading and liking!
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Date: 2006-10-04 12:48 am (UTC)Loved it! They need each other so much.
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Date: 2006-10-04 02:53 pm (UTC)If Jack and Sawyer end the series having learned to respect each other, I will be more than satisfied. That's what I want more than anything.
Thank you so much for reading. I know you've been distracting yourself from Lost (and I think that was a heatlthy thing to do over the LOOOONNNNNGGGGG hiatus from hell), so I appreciate you reading this SO much. *hugs, and dances with you because OMG, 10 hours to go!!!!!*
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Date: 2006-10-04 06:37 am (UTC)Thank you! *hugs* That's one pretty birthday present ;)
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Date: 2006-10-04 02:56 pm (UTC)I hope your birthday was totally awesome. I'm so glad you have your computer back! I missed you!
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Date: 2006-10-06 06:02 pm (UTC)"He kept his eyes shut tight (...) Sawyer’s stomach and chest."
thank yoouuuuu!!!
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Date: 2007-03-06 03:49 am (UTC)I'm reccing this in a post I'm making now, which is why this comment is coming so late. <3 you!
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Date: 2007-12-29 01:14 pm (UTC)It's been a long time, I hope you're ok ;-)
I don't know what's got into me today but I needed some good/hot Jack/Sawyer loving, and while checking different ljs of my Lost favourite authors I came across some stories of yours I never read... Yeahhhh!
This was really, really good! Their chemistry is so obvious and for once Jack lets go, just what I like + Jack licking papaya juice from Sawyer's skin is just guhhhhhh and totally brain-melting!
Bye :D
p.s.: I'm taking the opportunity to wish you a good New Year's Eve!! Enjoy and have lots of fun ♥
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Date: 2008-01-12 09:22 pm (UTC)I hope you had a good New Year's! Happy 2008! :D