Lost fic (2): Glow
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alliecat8Okay, practically no fic from me for 8 months, and now 2 in one night. 'Scuse me while I try to throw my arms around the world! :D
This one is SHAMELESS PWP. No redeeming value a'tall. La!
Title: Glow
Characters: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,780
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
Glow
There are times when people just need one another. They need to love, and they need to feel loved. On a lost island, a place that didn’t exist for the rest of the world, with danger all around them, the survivors found a small measure of security in the relationships they formed. They clung to one another. Sometimes it felt as if it was the only way to keep their sanity.
Sometimes they even felt safe. If not exactly happy, they at least felt content, if only for a little while. At night, sitting around a campfire with the music of waves washing over the shore and the universal artwork of countless stars overhead, they remembered beautiful things. Things like romance, passion. The sparks from the fire climbed ever-higher toward the sky, like a shower of new stars rising into the galaxy. And at the same time other sparks ignited between people who had been strangers before the crash, who would never have seen one another’s beauty before the island revealed it.
Privacy was a luxury that no one at the beach camp could claim. Even inside their tents the walls were flimsy, and at night their lights cast shadows against the canvas, revealing too much, and sounds carried. The jungle wasn’t safe; the hatch was gone; there was no place go, no place to hide. Of course it was Sawyer, a man who had embraced being in the wild right from the beginning, who pointed out that humans are the most inhibited creatures on earth. “Horses mate, right there in the field. Love bugs do it while they’re flyin’ through the air. They ain’t shy. Well, me neither.” And he leaned over to kiss Jack, right there in front their people and the gods of the island and the sky. “If y’all object, you can leave.”
The kiss was met with a singularly unsurprised look from everyone gathered there. It might have taken Sawyer and Jack longer to pair off than it had some of the others, but when they did, they threw themselves into making up for lost time with an enthusiasm that was hard to miss. Theirs were the tent-shadows that were hardest to ignore, their sounds of shared ecstasy were impossible to muffle, and Kate kept a wide berth while Claire covered Aaron’s ears and eyes whenever she passed. But no one, no one at all, was surprised when they finally gave in to their sexual attraction. It was too strong to hide, whether the two men were fighting or tending wounds or simply standing side by side – sparks flew. Sometimes Nature refused to be ignored.
While other couples kissed and cuddled in the flickering bright-orange glow of the firelight, Sawyer made love to Jack with his mouth. His tongue moved in a slow erotic dance over Jack’s lips, his neck, the spot behind his ear that made Jack writhe and groan. If Sawyer had meant his advances to be subtle, Jack’s instinctive reaction wiped that idea right out of his mind. His hands began to rove, first down along Jack’s spine where the tight muscles seemed to sing as they relaxed beneath his touch. When their work was done there and Jack was a well-kissed and unresisting bundle of heated nerve endings, Sawyer allowed his touch to travel lower, lifting Jack slightly and pulling his hips forward, leaving no doubt about his intentions. When Jack didn’t pull away he brought one hand around, deep in the shadows between Jack’s thighs, and the back of his hand pressed against the straining hardness he found there. Jack’s groan began in protest and ended in surrender.
Jack couldn’t help it. Impending orgasm had taken over his body and his mind, and it showed. His face was flushed, gleaming with sweat in the firelight. As Sawyer worked his black magic Jack felt his legs spread wider and wider, and he could feel his thighs trembling so hard that other people could surely see. His hands clenched and unclenched against the rock he was sitting on, and his toes curled tight in the sand. Sawyer was rubbing him openly now through his jeans, all pretense of propriety gone…if Sawyer had ever had any in the first place. ”Sawyer, Jack hissed in a voice he hoped didn’t carry above the low roar of the fire, “You’re gonna make me come. In front of all these people. You’ve gotta stop this, right now. I don’t think I can.”
“Sure don’t feel like it’s gonna stop,” Sawyer agreed, and Jack could swear he heard satisfaction in the man’s voice. His throaty laugh was both mischievous and saturated with sex as he said, “I ain’t gonna stop, either.” Jack’s control was being blown apart, shattered into a million bright sparks like those flying above the flames, and Sawyer was proud. And then Jack just didn’t care anymore; he was completely caught up in it, lost in it as everything went bright and hot and his ears roared with more than just the sound of waves on the beach. Sawyer nuzzled his neck and murmured, “Let it out Jack. You need it so bad, I can feel how much you need it. Do it for me. Do it, Jack,” and Jack’s fiery gaze dropped to the sand beneath him, to the strong tanned fingers working at him, playing with him, but it wasn’t a game anymore and Jack cried out, a harsh half-sob that was much too loud, and the feeling burst inside him, racing outward with explosive force, and Sawyer’s hand was suddenly hot and wet as Jack’s face and body twisted in unbridled ecstasy. He tried not to move too much, tried not to draw any more attention to them than they already had, but it was no use. Sawyer was right; there was no stopping it – Jack’s body, not his mind, was controlling his senses, and he needed this too much to even try to rein it in. He thrust his hips up hard against Sawyer’s hand and his cock spasmed fiercely, waves of come so powerful that it soaked through the crotch of his jeans in an instant. And when the shattering pulses began to subside, after a space of time-standing-still that seemed to stretch forever, Sawyer gave him an intensely aroused and almost helpless look and now it was his voice that was gravelly and jagged with need as he said, “Your tent, now.”
Jack nodded and got shakily to his feet, swayed, pulled Sawyer up with him and he kissed him hard and hot in the firelight, there where anyone who wanted to watch could see it all. Now he was shameless. Sawyer made him shameless. Sawyer opened his legs and ground himself against Jack’s thigh, Jack’s come dampening the fabric of Sawyer’s jeans where they bulged tight over his erection, and as Jack’s semen soaked through the denim, warm and wet from the outside, Sawyer’s leaking fluid seeped through from the inside until their body juices mingled, releasing the heady and irresistible scent of sex, their sex, unique only to them, and they moaned into one another’s mouths. Sawyer’s hips flexed and hitched and Jack thought, Not in my tent, this is it, right here, right now, but then Sawyer visibly gathered his willpower and pulled away, panting hard, one hand tugging on Jack’s and the other one tight against his own crotch. He was holding himself back, Jack thought, the orgasm was right there under his hand, already begun but suspended and Sawyer could hardly walk; Jack was holding him up, holding him close, ready to hold him through it whenever Sawyer needed to let it go.
They stumbled across the sand toward Jack’s tent, with Sawyer all but riding Jack’s thigh and Jack doing nothing to discourage him as his muscles flexed and the friction of denim against denim caused the temperature between them to rise. They hadn’t even made it halfway when Sawyer grabbed his arm and said, urgently, “Oh! Oh, it’s too late, it’s gonna happen, oh fuck, oh god, Jack, I can’t…now! It’s happening, help me, need it, need you, Jack, please….” He clawed at his zipper and in one frantic motion he shoved his jeans and shorts down to mid-thigh, his cock straining upward, veins bulging and tip flaring and it was clearly too late to make it to the privacy of Jack’s tent; Sawyer was already past the point of no return. Still euphoric from his own orgasm, still filled with a heady sense of shamelessness, Jack said, “In my mouth,” and Sawyer groaned “Oh. Oh. Yeah,” but in the second it took for Jack to drop to his knees Sawyer had already wrapped his fingers around himself, pumping fast and hard. Jack had never watched a man stroke himself to orgasm before, and this was a sight to behold. Sawyer was already hard as steel but Jack saw him grow even harder, the skin tightening as his thumb worked firmly over the head and it looked huge, swollen and deep-red and glistening. His shaft throbbed and jerked visibly under his fingers and his balls drew up hard and tight against his body as Jack watched, mesmerized. He forgot everything as he stared in fascination as the first heavy, thick jet of semen burst from the open slit, and then he remembered and he wanted and he bent his head forward to engulf Sawyer in the hungry, wet heat of his mouth. The instant that Jack opened for him, Sawyer pushed himself all the way inside. His tip swept along the roof of Jack’s mouth, and Jack could taste the salty-sweet come pouring from him as he swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed some more. Sawyer gripped Jack’s shoulders and he cried out in complete abandon, and Jack swallowed again and again. When Sawyer’s legs buckled and he fell to his knees, shaking in the aftermath, Jack caught him and held him -- his love, his life, his soul, his mate. It didn’t matter what people saw; they knew. It was what it was and always would be, no matter where they were, no matter what the stars held for them. This was who they were, all they wanted to be, and they couldn’t hide it if they wanted to. They could no more hide it than they could hide the sun, the moon, the stars, the flames. This was passion, this was love, and in that there is no shame.
End
This one is SHAMELESS PWP. No redeeming value a'tall. La!
Title: Glow
Characters: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,780
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
Glow
There are times when people just need one another. They need to love, and they need to feel loved. On a lost island, a place that didn’t exist for the rest of the world, with danger all around them, the survivors found a small measure of security in the relationships they formed. They clung to one another. Sometimes it felt as if it was the only way to keep their sanity.
Sometimes they even felt safe. If not exactly happy, they at least felt content, if only for a little while. At night, sitting around a campfire with the music of waves washing over the shore and the universal artwork of countless stars overhead, they remembered beautiful things. Things like romance, passion. The sparks from the fire climbed ever-higher toward the sky, like a shower of new stars rising into the galaxy. And at the same time other sparks ignited between people who had been strangers before the crash, who would never have seen one another’s beauty before the island revealed it.
Privacy was a luxury that no one at the beach camp could claim. Even inside their tents the walls were flimsy, and at night their lights cast shadows against the canvas, revealing too much, and sounds carried. The jungle wasn’t safe; the hatch was gone; there was no place go, no place to hide. Of course it was Sawyer, a man who had embraced being in the wild right from the beginning, who pointed out that humans are the most inhibited creatures on earth. “Horses mate, right there in the field. Love bugs do it while they’re flyin’ through the air. They ain’t shy. Well, me neither.” And he leaned over to kiss Jack, right there in front their people and the gods of the island and the sky. “If y’all object, you can leave.”
The kiss was met with a singularly unsurprised look from everyone gathered there. It might have taken Sawyer and Jack longer to pair off than it had some of the others, but when they did, they threw themselves into making up for lost time with an enthusiasm that was hard to miss. Theirs were the tent-shadows that were hardest to ignore, their sounds of shared ecstasy were impossible to muffle, and Kate kept a wide berth while Claire covered Aaron’s ears and eyes whenever she passed. But no one, no one at all, was surprised when they finally gave in to their sexual attraction. It was too strong to hide, whether the two men were fighting or tending wounds or simply standing side by side – sparks flew. Sometimes Nature refused to be ignored.
While other couples kissed and cuddled in the flickering bright-orange glow of the firelight, Sawyer made love to Jack with his mouth. His tongue moved in a slow erotic dance over Jack’s lips, his neck, the spot behind his ear that made Jack writhe and groan. If Sawyer had meant his advances to be subtle, Jack’s instinctive reaction wiped that idea right out of his mind. His hands began to rove, first down along Jack’s spine where the tight muscles seemed to sing as they relaxed beneath his touch. When their work was done there and Jack was a well-kissed and unresisting bundle of heated nerve endings, Sawyer allowed his touch to travel lower, lifting Jack slightly and pulling his hips forward, leaving no doubt about his intentions. When Jack didn’t pull away he brought one hand around, deep in the shadows between Jack’s thighs, and the back of his hand pressed against the straining hardness he found there. Jack’s groan began in protest and ended in surrender.
Jack couldn’t help it. Impending orgasm had taken over his body and his mind, and it showed. His face was flushed, gleaming with sweat in the firelight. As Sawyer worked his black magic Jack felt his legs spread wider and wider, and he could feel his thighs trembling so hard that other people could surely see. His hands clenched and unclenched against the rock he was sitting on, and his toes curled tight in the sand. Sawyer was rubbing him openly now through his jeans, all pretense of propriety gone…if Sawyer had ever had any in the first place. ”Sawyer, Jack hissed in a voice he hoped didn’t carry above the low roar of the fire, “You’re gonna make me come. In front of all these people. You’ve gotta stop this, right now. I don’t think I can.”
“Sure don’t feel like it’s gonna stop,” Sawyer agreed, and Jack could swear he heard satisfaction in the man’s voice. His throaty laugh was both mischievous and saturated with sex as he said, “I ain’t gonna stop, either.” Jack’s control was being blown apart, shattered into a million bright sparks like those flying above the flames, and Sawyer was proud. And then Jack just didn’t care anymore; he was completely caught up in it, lost in it as everything went bright and hot and his ears roared with more than just the sound of waves on the beach. Sawyer nuzzled his neck and murmured, “Let it out Jack. You need it so bad, I can feel how much you need it. Do it for me. Do it, Jack,” and Jack’s fiery gaze dropped to the sand beneath him, to the strong tanned fingers working at him, playing with him, but it wasn’t a game anymore and Jack cried out, a harsh half-sob that was much too loud, and the feeling burst inside him, racing outward with explosive force, and Sawyer’s hand was suddenly hot and wet as Jack’s face and body twisted in unbridled ecstasy. He tried not to move too much, tried not to draw any more attention to them than they already had, but it was no use. Sawyer was right; there was no stopping it – Jack’s body, not his mind, was controlling his senses, and he needed this too much to even try to rein it in. He thrust his hips up hard against Sawyer’s hand and his cock spasmed fiercely, waves of come so powerful that it soaked through the crotch of his jeans in an instant. And when the shattering pulses began to subside, after a space of time-standing-still that seemed to stretch forever, Sawyer gave him an intensely aroused and almost helpless look and now it was his voice that was gravelly and jagged with need as he said, “Your tent, now.”
Jack nodded and got shakily to his feet, swayed, pulled Sawyer up with him and he kissed him hard and hot in the firelight, there where anyone who wanted to watch could see it all. Now he was shameless. Sawyer made him shameless. Sawyer opened his legs and ground himself against Jack’s thigh, Jack’s come dampening the fabric of Sawyer’s jeans where they bulged tight over his erection, and as Jack’s semen soaked through the denim, warm and wet from the outside, Sawyer’s leaking fluid seeped through from the inside until their body juices mingled, releasing the heady and irresistible scent of sex, their sex, unique only to them, and they moaned into one another’s mouths. Sawyer’s hips flexed and hitched and Jack thought, Not in my tent, this is it, right here, right now, but then Sawyer visibly gathered his willpower and pulled away, panting hard, one hand tugging on Jack’s and the other one tight against his own crotch. He was holding himself back, Jack thought, the orgasm was right there under his hand, already begun but suspended and Sawyer could hardly walk; Jack was holding him up, holding him close, ready to hold him through it whenever Sawyer needed to let it go.
They stumbled across the sand toward Jack’s tent, with Sawyer all but riding Jack’s thigh and Jack doing nothing to discourage him as his muscles flexed and the friction of denim against denim caused the temperature between them to rise. They hadn’t even made it halfway when Sawyer grabbed his arm and said, urgently, “Oh! Oh, it’s too late, it’s gonna happen, oh fuck, oh god, Jack, I can’t…now! It’s happening, help me, need it, need you, Jack, please….” He clawed at his zipper and in one frantic motion he shoved his jeans and shorts down to mid-thigh, his cock straining upward, veins bulging and tip flaring and it was clearly too late to make it to the privacy of Jack’s tent; Sawyer was already past the point of no return. Still euphoric from his own orgasm, still filled with a heady sense of shamelessness, Jack said, “In my mouth,” and Sawyer groaned “Oh. Oh. Yeah,” but in the second it took for Jack to drop to his knees Sawyer had already wrapped his fingers around himself, pumping fast and hard. Jack had never watched a man stroke himself to orgasm before, and this was a sight to behold. Sawyer was already hard as steel but Jack saw him grow even harder, the skin tightening as his thumb worked firmly over the head and it looked huge, swollen and deep-red and glistening. His shaft throbbed and jerked visibly under his fingers and his balls drew up hard and tight against his body as Jack watched, mesmerized. He forgot everything as he stared in fascination as the first heavy, thick jet of semen burst from the open slit, and then he remembered and he wanted and he bent his head forward to engulf Sawyer in the hungry, wet heat of his mouth. The instant that Jack opened for him, Sawyer pushed himself all the way inside. His tip swept along the roof of Jack’s mouth, and Jack could taste the salty-sweet come pouring from him as he swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed some more. Sawyer gripped Jack’s shoulders and he cried out in complete abandon, and Jack swallowed again and again. When Sawyer’s legs buckled and he fell to his knees, shaking in the aftermath, Jack caught him and held him -- his love, his life, his soul, his mate. It didn’t matter what people saw; they knew. It was what it was and always would be, no matter where they were, no matter what the stars held for them. This was who they were, all they wanted to be, and they couldn’t hide it if they wanted to. They could no more hide it than they could hide the sun, the moon, the stars, the flames. This was passion, this was love, and in that there is no shame.
End
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Date: 2008-02-02 03:36 am (UTC)I like what Sawyer says about horses in the beginning. It seems very...Sawyer. And it captures the theme behind the story very well, in that love doesn't need to hide itself away.
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Date: 2008-02-02 07:20 am (UTC)Just, GUH.
I've officially become a puddle of goop.
I've been waiting for you to write something new, and you did not disappoint! *hugs*
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Date: 2008-02-02 09:14 am (UTC)I'll be in my bunk.
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Date: 2008-02-02 06:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-02 08:31 pm (UTC)Sometimes you read a fic' and realise that there is nothing you could say that would do justice to the pleasure the writing has brought you.
This is definitely one of those moments. But I'll have a bash anyway.
Stunningly beautiful and exquisitely written ... as well as being hotter than hades. So much 'man' passion can't be good for a
girlmiddle-aged woman :D"Horses mate, right there in the field. Love bugs do it while they’re flyin’ through the air. They ain’t shy. Well, me neither.” And he leaned over to kiss Jack, right there in front their people and the gods of the island and the sky. “If y’all object, you can leave."
Now that was a joy, but I was *seriously* spoilt for choice.
Thank you for sharing.
I'm heading back for a re-read.
Sighs ♥
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Date: 2008-02-04 05:21 pm (UTC)I loved what Sawyer said about the animals, at the beginning, and how much he enjoys making Jack lose his inhibitions.
And, of course, hot!
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Date: 2008-02-04 07:03 pm (UTC)1) I should not read fic while I'm at work. Especially J/S that is clearly marked as PWP.
2) I am super super happy that you're writing again :)
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Date: 2008-02-05 05:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-05 05:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-15 01:23 am (UTC)That was extremely HOT. Do I need to repeat it? HOTHOTHOT.
There, I said it. Thank you!
(and I love the JB in your header! So, so very Sawyer, isn't it? Excellent stuff! Did you get the JB uploaded yet? *is hopeful*)
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Date: 2008-09-07 03:29 am (UTC)smutstories to read, I am glad I stumbled upon this! This was really hot. Just really hot. The very idea that they can't wait and don't care who knows it is...wow...*mind wandering*(no subject)
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