alliecat8 | Lost fic: Take It Like a Man

Title: Take It Like a Man
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
A/N: Um, I think I'll call this thing crack!smut. Consider yourself warned. ;)

He wasn’t out of control, Jack told himself. He had everything in hand…so to speak. It was a medical fact that people think less clearly when they’re stressed-out and, (let’s face it, Jack, he admitted silently) horny from three months without sex. It was just that…well, Sawyer. Sawyer was in Jack’s tent and Jack’s hand was wrapped around Sawyer’s cock and Sawyer was feverishly working open Jack’s fly, and just because he wasn’t quite sure how they’d gotten into this situation, it didn’t mean he was out of control. Not at all.

“I’m not gay,” he reminded Sawyer for the umpteenth time. “I’m straight. I was married once. I only do it with girls.”

Sawyer grunted, annoyed in spite of his obvious arousal. “Feels like you’re about to do it right now, and I ain’t a girl. Thought you knew that already, bein’ a doctor and all.”

“I don’t even like you,” Jack informed him. And reminded himself once again that he was not out of control.

“Mutual,” Sawyer said as Jack’s zipper finally gave way and he got Jack’s hard cock firmly in hand. “This I like, though.”

“Thanks,” Jack said, feeling a twinge of pride as he finally started to get distracted from all his rationalizations. It was hard to stay focused on his original point when Sawyer was doing that with his hand.

“Maybe we should get naked,” Sawyer suggested. At Jack’s taken-aback look, he elaborated, “Yeah, we should definitely get naked. Just to get the whole ‘girl’ issue out of the way.”

Bare-naked Sawyer was definitely not a girl, not that Jack had ever had any doubt, what with Sawyer running around shirtless all the time. The way he tossed his long blonde hair around hadn’t fooled Jack at all, not even for a minute, except for maybe that one time after he’d been into the liquor cart when he came up behind Sawyer and almost pinched his butt before he realized his error. Anyway. Sawyer was huge and hard and all man, and Jack was…confused.

See, with a woman, it was pretty clear where all the pieces fit. He had bumps where she had dents, so to speak. Sawyer’s bumps were in all the wrong places, Jack thought as he ran his hands over the very male body sprawled on the ground next to him, but he was fascinated in spite of himself. He started at the top (the hair wasn’t bumpy at all, it was silky, soft, and shiny, thus his momentary confusion that one embarrassing time), then down, over the rough stubble on his cheeks and across lips that wanted to suck on his fingers, teeth that wanted to nibble, a tongue that wanted to…God, what did that tongue want to do? And if it was doing it to his fingers, why did Jack feel every hot, wet stroke of it in his cock? That tongue was doing lewd and filthy things that instantly had Jack daydreaming about other lewd and filthy things Sawyer might get up to with it…but he reluctantly moved on, past the hard bump of Sawyer’s Adam’s apple and down again, lost in the unfamiliar terrain of another man’s aroused body, over nipples that stiffened under his touch and Sawyer moaned and that went straight to Jack’s cock, too. He found a path then, a trail of fine golden hairs that led him right back to where he’d started, right back to where Sawyer wanted him to be, back to that hard and hypnotizing cock that seemed to fit just right in the palm of Jack’s hand.

Soon he discovered that he fit just right in Sawyer’s hand, too; it was like that hand was made to sheath his cock, to stroke it purposefully up and down, and that little rise where palm met wrist must have been invented specifically to run along his underside and press against that sensitive spot just beneath the head, the spot that made him quiver and cry out in an embarrassingly short amount of time. It was like the pads of Sawyer’s fingers were designed to play over the swollen head, squeezing little pearly drops from the slit and rubbing them around until Jack was ready to scream, until he was dizzy and weak and almost ready to come, and that was when Sawyer stopped.

He pushed Jack’s hand away from his own cock and sat up and Jack, dazed and frustrated, asked, “Are we done here?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sawyer’s voice was somewhere between a laugh and a sex-saturated growl, and then he asked, “Do you want to be on top?”

Jack squeaked and almost swallowed his tongue and said, “On top of what?”

Sawyer laughed again and said, “Of me, you dumbass.” Jack was about to explain that this was where the problem of things not fitting together right presented itself, but then Sawyer said, “I’m pretty sure you’ve never sucked a guy’s dick before, right?”

Jack felt his eyes go so wide they nearly popped right out of their sockets (not medically possible, he told himself, and then he told himself to shut up because he was definitely out of control and not in the mood to listen to himself anymore), and Sawyer went on, “That means you should be on top so I can suck your dick and you can…just do what comes naturally.” He turned around and lay flat on his back, pulling Jack on top of him so that they were head-to-foot and cock-to-mouth, and when Sawyer opened up and used his talented tongue to guide Jack inside, Jack finally got it. So this was how they fit.

At first he was too distracted by what Sawyer was doing with his mouth to pay much attention to Sawyer’s cock right in front of his face. All he could think about was how warm and wet Sawyer’s mouth felt, and how he was using his tongue on all the most sensitive places, and how that ignited a fiery burn in Jack’s cock and a deep, sweet ache in his balls and a tight pulling sensation low in his belly and a helpless kind of melting feeling everywhere. He couldn’t stay still, he had to move his hips, to fuck Sawyer’s mouth, and that only made Sawyer suck harder so Jack assumed that it was okay. And suddenly he was hungry, starving; he wanted to taste Sawyer and his cock was right there so he wrapped his hand around the base and swirled his tongue around the head, and that made Sawyer moan so loudly that the vibration set off waves of heat inside of Jack. He began to pump his fist in the same rhythm as his thrusting hips, and he licked and sucked the head and down Sawyer’s rigid shaft until his lips met his hand, and soon he was tasting salty fluid – a preview, he knew, of what was to come. Their bodies moved together, point and counterpoint, and as one wave swelled and broke over Jack it set off another wave inside of Sawyer, until they were both moaning and thrusting without any pretense of control, and then with a strangled cry Jack convulsed and came hard, his spasms intensified by the feeling of Sawyer’s throat muscles working around him as he swallowed again and again. Jack was completely caught up in the ecstacy of the moment and he wanted to feel what Sawyer was feeling, wanted to know what it was like to feel Sawyer’s cock swell and jerk and erupt in his mouth. When it did Jack was still writhing blissfully in the throes of his own orgasm and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to swallow him down, taking in spurt after spurt until he'd swallowed every last drop.

Finally, when the aftershocks quieted and they were both totally spent, Jack turned around and collapsed against Sawyer’s chest. He could feel his heartbeat against his cheek, and as its rhythm lulled him into a deep and dreamy state of relaxation, he thought about how wonderful it was to lose control. Control was for sissies, and he and Sawyer were definitely not sissies, they were men, manly men, and together they were a perfect fit.