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laniew1I’m trying something new.
I used to write at work, during my lunch break. With the nice weather a friend and I are walking during lunch now which means that I’m not getting any writing done. Because that’s when I would usually have done so.
Starting this past Tuesday I’m setting aside an hour a day (typically 5-6) to write. I’ve seen a marked increase in just a couple of days.
TITLE: Other People’s Toys 2/2
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: Boone had never intended to come out on the Island..
RATING: R
PAIRINGS: Boone/Jack/Sayid/Sawyer
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, I’m only playing.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome.
Read part 1 first.
Just a few notes about this story. The whole Shannon/Boone backstory? Never happened. Boone’s untimely demise? Total fiction. The Shannon/Sayid… thing? Pfft. Not happening in this universe.
Other People’s Toys 2/2
Boone just gaped. Mouth opening and closing as his brain tried to come up with some suitable response, other than killing Shannon with his bare hands.
“Why?” he managed to utter. Brain totally shutdown and he must look like a moron. Which Shannon obviously thought because she gave him the look she reserved for idiots and Charlie on bad days.
“I told her about a month ago,” Shannon rolled her eyes, snickering to herself because he most certainly didn’t find this amusing.
“A month ago?” he asked indignantly, because she was just telling him this now?
What the fuck? She was his sister; she was supposed to be on his side not trying to get him killed.
“I wouldn’t even have told you that she knew but Sawyer’s never been what you could call discreet. I mean grabbing your ass in the middle of camp would be less obvious than the leering and hell if Jack’s shorts get any smaller we’re all going to get a free show, something like the one Sayid’s giving everyone with eyes.”
Boone went back to gaping; knowing he probably resembled something akin to a landed fish. Shannon wasn’t impressed.
“I can’t believe we’re related, obviously one of us is adopted,” Shannon huffed, tossing her hair, crossing her arms over her chest and glared at him.
“Excuse me?” Boone glared at her.
“Please if they were any more obvious they’d be fucking you in front of everyone, and while that might be hot normally, you’re my brother and there are definitely some things I don’t need to see you doing.”
Boone glared at her and contemplated the chance of anyone noticing if Shannon went missing.
Shannon decided that she was finished with Boone and sneered at him. She threw her parting shot over her shoulder as she stalked away. He should have remembered that Shannon always had to have the last word.
“You should be thanking me, it’s not like you were going to get laid under your own power.”
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Voyeurism had never been Boone’s thing. He had kinks sure, give him some handcuffs, a set of silk scarves or ties or oils and he was set. To some people that would seem kind of vanilla. Shannon said those weren’t kinks because everyone felt that way and it had always made him uncomfortable that his sister knew that about him.
He had a lockbox in his closet that took two keys to open now. Not that he was ever going to get back and be able to use that box, hopefully his parents would stay the course and hire someone to clear out his apartment.
Handcuffs, scarves, ties, oil… porn never made it onto his list of kinks. He’d never really got off on watching other people have sex.
The last girlfriend that he’d had, the one from college that had been his way of trying to figure out what the hell was going on with his sexuality, had made him watch porn in her last ditch effort to get him to sleep with her.
It had been straight porn and he’d kind of figured things out in a rush when he spent more time watching the male leads cock then staring at the females breasts.
Of course his first boyfriend had tried the porn route as well and he still couldn’t get into it. They’d even made their own and Boone had been horrified to learn that he’d looked that silly having sex and had spent most of the time critiquing it.
Thankfully he’d never told Shannon that, she would have undoubtedly told him he needed therapy and then reminded him about Paris Hilton’s sex tape.
Watching Shannon stalk away Boone had decided that going back to camp was a bad idea when he still wanted to beat her to death with a blunt object.
A walk sounded really nice, very relaxing and as long as he stayed to the paths that they’d made in the forest he shouldn’t get attacked by anything.
He came upon them strictly by accident, he was lucky that he’d heard them or he would have walked right into them, which might not have been a bad thing but he kind of didn’t want to be dead… or bruised.
Sayid and Sawyer, together.
All smooth skin, and muscles and making noises that made his entire body ache.
They moved together like lovers, like they’d been doing this forever and knew exactly what it would take to drive the other insane.
Sayid bit into Sawyer’s shoulder and Sawyer cried out in nothing that could be called pain and when Boone caught his hand venturing south he clenched his hands into fists and looked away.
He never would have took Sawyer for a bottom but he seemed to be enjoying himself.
A deep breath and a stern admonishment to himself that Sayid and Sawyer were out here looking for privacy. And probably, most likely didn’t know that he was standing there watching them like some kind of pervert.
Sawyer would probably beat him up again if he found out.
He refused to look back when Sayid let out a groan that could only signal that he was coming and Sawyer was panting out something that sounded like Sayid’s name.
He dragged a trembling hand across his eyes and turned away.
And wondered where Jack had gotten his bruises if Sawyer and Sayid were the ones having sex together.
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He took the long way back to camp. Putting a bit of distance between where Sayid and Sawyer were fucking to where he finally dropped his pants and allowed himself to jerk off.
Hand moving fast and hard, the way that Sayid’s had been moving on Sawyer’s dick while he fucked him.
He came harder than he could remember coming before on the Island.
Panting and breathless and wondering why Sawyer was leering at him when it was quite obvious from just that one glimpse of them together that Sayid would probably take care of any needs Sawyer had or could think of having.
By the time he got back to camp, making a brief stop to clean himself up so that it wouldn’t be obvious what he’d been off doing, they were already back at camp in their usual places eating dinner. Jack in the middle, Sayid and Sawyer on either side of him, normally they talked quietly amongst themselves while they ate.
That day was no different. Sayid sat on one side of Jack although he was talking quietly to Charlie instead of the other two men. He looked calm and relaxed and he definitely didn’t look like he’d been busy screwing Sawyer against a tree an hour and half earlier.
Sawyer was sitting on the other side of Jack, totally within the other mans personal space, not that Jack seemed to notice. Engrossed as he was in some notebook that he was flipping through.
Boone slid into his usual place beside Shannon, doing his best to ignore her.
“Have a nice walk?” she smirked.
He glared at her.
“You knew,” he accused her, picking a piece of meat off her makeshift plate. She smacked his hand and he grinned at her.
“Please,” she tossed her head. “They disappear the same time every day, to anyone with eyes and a half a brain I’d think it was kind of obvious.”
Boone glared at her, smiled thanks at Hurley when he handed over a plate. It actually looked like a plate and not the piece of wood that Boone knew that they were made out of.
“If Sayid and Sawyer are sleeping together who’s Jack sleeping with?” Boone mused. It had been something that had nagged at him all the way back to camp. Before seeing the other two together he would have put money on Sawyer, he had a way of glaring and growling whenever someone got to close to Jack. But now…
A glance over at Shannon showed her staring at him with her ‘you can’t be that stupid’ look again. He’d named most of them by the time he was ten. He’d got that one a lot when they were in school.
“What?”
“Dude, they’re all sleeping together,” Hurley laughed from beside him, voice hushed like he didn’t want anyone else to hear him. Boone looked over at him in surprise, because Hurley didn’t sit next to him at dinner. He sat on the other side of Charlie and Michael sat next to him.
A glance around showed Michael sitting on the other side of the fire with Sun and Jin, and whose bright idea was it to have Michael sit that close to someone that had once tried to kill him? Walt sat with Locke and the others were spread out in usual if a couple of seats off from their normal seats.
It was very strange and Boone wondered why the seating dynamic had changed.
“I don’t know if you could really say they’re sleeping together,” Shannon stated with a gleam in her eye. “Fucking sure… but I’m pretty sure that they’re not actually sleeping together.”
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He was a peeping tom. If they’d been in civilization he’d have been arrested by now.
It was their own fault he kept telling himself. If they didn’t want people to know they were fucking each other then they’d not use the same clearing every time.
And they wouldn’t disappear at the same time every day.
He still didn’t believe that Jack was involved with them, for one he’d managed to catch Sayid and Sawyer but he’d never seen Jack with them.
He preferred to believe that it was Sawyer and Sayid though, because if he wasn’t sleeping with them then he was sleeping with someone else that wasn’t Boone.
The new bruises and love bite that Boone had seen that morning when he stripped off his t-shirt proved that.
It has taken a bit of searching before Boone had found the perfect place to watch Sayid and Sawyer, a little nook that allowed him to stretch out and be comfortable without allowing them to see that he was exhibiting voyeuristic tendencies that he couldn’t remember having in civilization.
He consoled himself with the fact that at least he’d never jerked off while watching them. Directly afterwards but never during the actual Sawyer & Sayid show. He didn’t want to miss a second of it.
He crossed his arms over his chest and bit his lip to keep from making noise, watching them avidly to record every moment, every gasp and moan, for later when he would allow himself to jerk off.
They didn’t talk much; which he was happy for.
Without talking or whispered endearments he could pretty much just pretend it was live-action porn and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
If they started acting like a couple he’d have to stop because that would mean he was intruding on something private and personal and he wasn’t Shannon so he couldn’t do that.
Sawyer was topping today, the first time in three days and Boone wondered if they had a system to figure out who got to do the honors. Or if Sawyer just liked being fucked.
Slow even strokes and Sayid didn’t make a sound, although the fingers being dug into Sawyer’s hips were almost white.
Boone wondered if they didn’t make noise for the same reason he didn’t.
The fear of someone trying to save them from something they didn’t want to be saved from.
“They’re pretty aren’t they,” quiet voice from behind him and Boone almost bit clear through his lip in shock.
He knew all the blood had drained from his face as he glanced back to see Jack smirking Sawyer’s smirk at him. Boone wondered how he’d managed to sneak up on him; the forest had been seriously quiet and he hadn’t thought he’d been that engrossed in the other two men.
“I…” he wanted to say something like ‘it was an accident’, ‘I didn’t know they’d be here’, ‘who’s fucking you’.
But he couldn’t say anything. Because Jack had a knowing look on his face that told Boone that he knew exactly what Boone was doing. And how long he’d been doing it.
Jack crouched near him, no shirt Boone thought stupidly and ran a gentle hand from his shoulder to his stomach. One long finger teasing the band of his shorts where they hung low on his waist and Boone held his breath.
“You should come down and join in,” Jack smiled enigmatically, Boone breathed, eyes on Jack. Waiting for the punchline (even though Jack didn’t tell jokes) or for Sawyer to come crashing through the brush with fists clenched.
Unbelievably soft fingers traced his lips and Boone froze, not daring to move lest Jack stop touching him.
Which he did, pushing himself to his feet. He gnawed on his lip and Boone just stared up at him from where he was still laying.
Jack tilted his head to the side, regarding him with an expression that seemed to be equal measures lust and amusement.
He wondered if the amusement was at his expense.
Then watched Jack walk away, definitely not the way that he’d come but through the brush that had masked Boone and down to where Sawyer and Sayid were leaning against a tree engaged in something that might have been a kiss but seemed a bit more like a war of dominance instead.
He’d been so entranced in Jack’s simple presence that he’d missed them coming, that sucked.
And whatever qualms Boone had about walking up on them were not shared by Jack, he moved in what could only be a mosey and bit Sawyer’s shoulder. Laving it with his tongue when Sawyer hissed.
Sawyer leaned into him, breaking the kiss with Sayid to nuzzle the side of Jack’s face in what would seem sweet if it were any other two men and Boone hadn’t seen them snarl at each other just that morning.
He’d wondered then and he was still wondering what they’d been fighting about. The snarls had been quiet and had stopped the moment anyone got within hearing distance.
And now Jack was whispering and Boone sighed.
Rolling to his side and climbing to his feet. They already knew he was there, no sense in hiding any longer it seemed. Because he had no doubt that Jack was down there whispering that he’d caught him.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked toward them. Feeling like a man going to his execution he knew that he had a look of utter dread on his face because Sayid looked compassionate, Sawyer was smirking and Jack looked like he was going to rush over and give him a hug of reassurance.
He stopped about twelve steps away and stared at the ground, shifting on his feet.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, he could feel his face heating and it was one thing to watch them screwing it was another thing to get caught.
They were going to kill him.
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Boone wondered if he looked as dazed as he felt.
Because he felt like reality had taken a sharp exit stage left and three of the manliest men that he’d ever known had fucked him in a clearing instead of pummeling him into the ground for spying on them.
He knew now where Jack got his love bites and bruises. Sawyer, liked to mark him. And Jack liked to be marked by him. Boone wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it.
But Jack had lain there, half draped over Sayid’s chest moving Sawyer’s mouth where he wanted it while he murmured quiet words of encouragement and petted Boone’s hair. All the while smiling a hazy, vague smile that Boone had never seen before.
It was like Jack wasn’t totally in his body, like his brain had left on vacation when Sayid had eased into him.
“Dude you look wasted,” Hurley commented from next to him. He’d taken his usual seat next to Shannon and it seemed Hurley’s usual seat was now going to be next to him.
Boone glanced over at where Jack was sandwiched between Sawyer and Sayid, letting a grin form when Jack smiled shyly at him. Sawyer noticed that he no longer had Jack’s attention and looked his way as well, leering as usual, but it looked softer now. Like there was an actual promise behind that leer that he knew Sawyer would live up to and Boone would agree to.
Boone bit his lip and ignored that fact that Shannon’s body was silently shaking while she laughed.
“I had a busy day.”
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I used to write at work, during my lunch break. With the nice weather a friend and I are walking during lunch now which means that I’m not getting any writing done. Because that’s when I would usually have done so.
Starting this past Tuesday I’m setting aside an hour a day (typically 5-6) to write. I’ve seen a marked increase in just a couple of days.
TITLE: Other People’s Toys 2/2
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: Boone had never intended to come out on the Island..
RATING: R
PAIRINGS: Boone/Jack/Sayid/Sawyer
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, I’m only playing.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome.
Read part 1 first.
Just a few notes about this story. The whole Shannon/Boone backstory? Never happened. Boone’s untimely demise? Total fiction. The Shannon/Sayid… thing? Pfft. Not happening in this universe.
Other People’s Toys 2/2
Boone just gaped. Mouth opening and closing as his brain tried to come up with some suitable response, other than killing Shannon with his bare hands.
“Why?” he managed to utter. Brain totally shutdown and he must look like a moron. Which Shannon obviously thought because she gave him the look she reserved for idiots and Charlie on bad days.
“I told her about a month ago,” Shannon rolled her eyes, snickering to herself because he most certainly didn’t find this amusing.
“A month ago?” he asked indignantly, because she was just telling him this now?
What the fuck? She was his sister; she was supposed to be on his side not trying to get him killed.
“I wouldn’t even have told you that she knew but Sawyer’s never been what you could call discreet. I mean grabbing your ass in the middle of camp would be less obvious than the leering and hell if Jack’s shorts get any smaller we’re all going to get a free show, something like the one Sayid’s giving everyone with eyes.”
Boone went back to gaping; knowing he probably resembled something akin to a landed fish. Shannon wasn’t impressed.
“I can’t believe we’re related, obviously one of us is adopted,” Shannon huffed, tossing her hair, crossing her arms over her chest and glared at him.
“Excuse me?” Boone glared at her.
“Please if they were any more obvious they’d be fucking you in front of everyone, and while that might be hot normally, you’re my brother and there are definitely some things I don’t need to see you doing.”
Boone glared at her and contemplated the chance of anyone noticing if Shannon went missing.
Shannon decided that she was finished with Boone and sneered at him. She threw her parting shot over her shoulder as she stalked away. He should have remembered that Shannon always had to have the last word.
“You should be thanking me, it’s not like you were going to get laid under your own power.”
Voyeurism had never been Boone’s thing. He had kinks sure, give him some handcuffs, a set of silk scarves or ties or oils and he was set. To some people that would seem kind of vanilla. Shannon said those weren’t kinks because everyone felt that way and it had always made him uncomfortable that his sister knew that about him.
He had a lockbox in his closet that took two keys to open now. Not that he was ever going to get back and be able to use that box, hopefully his parents would stay the course and hire someone to clear out his apartment.
Handcuffs, scarves, ties, oil… porn never made it onto his list of kinks. He’d never really got off on watching other people have sex.
The last girlfriend that he’d had, the one from college that had been his way of trying to figure out what the hell was going on with his sexuality, had made him watch porn in her last ditch effort to get him to sleep with her.
It had been straight porn and he’d kind of figured things out in a rush when he spent more time watching the male leads cock then staring at the females breasts.
Of course his first boyfriend had tried the porn route as well and he still couldn’t get into it. They’d even made their own and Boone had been horrified to learn that he’d looked that silly having sex and had spent most of the time critiquing it.
Thankfully he’d never told Shannon that, she would have undoubtedly told him he needed therapy and then reminded him about Paris Hilton’s sex tape.
Watching Shannon stalk away Boone had decided that going back to camp was a bad idea when he still wanted to beat her to death with a blunt object.
A walk sounded really nice, very relaxing and as long as he stayed to the paths that they’d made in the forest he shouldn’t get attacked by anything.
He came upon them strictly by accident, he was lucky that he’d heard them or he would have walked right into them, which might not have been a bad thing but he kind of didn’t want to be dead… or bruised.
Sayid and Sawyer, together.
All smooth skin, and muscles and making noises that made his entire body ache.
They moved together like lovers, like they’d been doing this forever and knew exactly what it would take to drive the other insane.
Sayid bit into Sawyer’s shoulder and Sawyer cried out in nothing that could be called pain and when Boone caught his hand venturing south he clenched his hands into fists and looked away.
He never would have took Sawyer for a bottom but he seemed to be enjoying himself.
A deep breath and a stern admonishment to himself that Sayid and Sawyer were out here looking for privacy. And probably, most likely didn’t know that he was standing there watching them like some kind of pervert.
Sawyer would probably beat him up again if he found out.
He refused to look back when Sayid let out a groan that could only signal that he was coming and Sawyer was panting out something that sounded like Sayid’s name.
He dragged a trembling hand across his eyes and turned away.
And wondered where Jack had gotten his bruises if Sawyer and Sayid were the ones having sex together.
He took the long way back to camp. Putting a bit of distance between where Sayid and Sawyer were fucking to where he finally dropped his pants and allowed himself to jerk off.
Hand moving fast and hard, the way that Sayid’s had been moving on Sawyer’s dick while he fucked him.
He came harder than he could remember coming before on the Island.
Panting and breathless and wondering why Sawyer was leering at him when it was quite obvious from just that one glimpse of them together that Sayid would probably take care of any needs Sawyer had or could think of having.
By the time he got back to camp, making a brief stop to clean himself up so that it wouldn’t be obvious what he’d been off doing, they were already back at camp in their usual places eating dinner. Jack in the middle, Sayid and Sawyer on either side of him, normally they talked quietly amongst themselves while they ate.
That day was no different. Sayid sat on one side of Jack although he was talking quietly to Charlie instead of the other two men. He looked calm and relaxed and he definitely didn’t look like he’d been busy screwing Sawyer against a tree an hour and half earlier.
Sawyer was sitting on the other side of Jack, totally within the other mans personal space, not that Jack seemed to notice. Engrossed as he was in some notebook that he was flipping through.
Boone slid into his usual place beside Shannon, doing his best to ignore her.
“Have a nice walk?” she smirked.
He glared at her.
“You knew,” he accused her, picking a piece of meat off her makeshift plate. She smacked his hand and he grinned at her.
“Please,” she tossed her head. “They disappear the same time every day, to anyone with eyes and a half a brain I’d think it was kind of obvious.”
Boone glared at her, smiled thanks at Hurley when he handed over a plate. It actually looked like a plate and not the piece of wood that Boone knew that they were made out of.
“If Sayid and Sawyer are sleeping together who’s Jack sleeping with?” Boone mused. It had been something that had nagged at him all the way back to camp. Before seeing the other two together he would have put money on Sawyer, he had a way of glaring and growling whenever someone got to close to Jack. But now…
A glance over at Shannon showed her staring at him with her ‘you can’t be that stupid’ look again. He’d named most of them by the time he was ten. He’d got that one a lot when they were in school.
“What?”
“Dude, they’re all sleeping together,” Hurley laughed from beside him, voice hushed like he didn’t want anyone else to hear him. Boone looked over at him in surprise, because Hurley didn’t sit next to him at dinner. He sat on the other side of Charlie and Michael sat next to him.
A glance around showed Michael sitting on the other side of the fire with Sun and Jin, and whose bright idea was it to have Michael sit that close to someone that had once tried to kill him? Walt sat with Locke and the others were spread out in usual if a couple of seats off from their normal seats.
It was very strange and Boone wondered why the seating dynamic had changed.
“I don’t know if you could really say they’re sleeping together,” Shannon stated with a gleam in her eye. “Fucking sure… but I’m pretty sure that they’re not actually sleeping together.”
He was a peeping tom. If they’d been in civilization he’d have been arrested by now.
It was their own fault he kept telling himself. If they didn’t want people to know they were fucking each other then they’d not use the same clearing every time.
And they wouldn’t disappear at the same time every day.
He still didn’t believe that Jack was involved with them, for one he’d managed to catch Sayid and Sawyer but he’d never seen Jack with them.
He preferred to believe that it was Sawyer and Sayid though, because if he wasn’t sleeping with them then he was sleeping with someone else that wasn’t Boone.
The new bruises and love bite that Boone had seen that morning when he stripped off his t-shirt proved that.
It has taken a bit of searching before Boone had found the perfect place to watch Sayid and Sawyer, a little nook that allowed him to stretch out and be comfortable without allowing them to see that he was exhibiting voyeuristic tendencies that he couldn’t remember having in civilization.
He consoled himself with the fact that at least he’d never jerked off while watching them. Directly afterwards but never during the actual Sawyer & Sayid show. He didn’t want to miss a second of it.
He crossed his arms over his chest and bit his lip to keep from making noise, watching them avidly to record every moment, every gasp and moan, for later when he would allow himself to jerk off.
They didn’t talk much; which he was happy for.
Without talking or whispered endearments he could pretty much just pretend it was live-action porn and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
If they started acting like a couple he’d have to stop because that would mean he was intruding on something private and personal and he wasn’t Shannon so he couldn’t do that.
Sawyer was topping today, the first time in three days and Boone wondered if they had a system to figure out who got to do the honors. Or if Sawyer just liked being fucked.
Slow even strokes and Sayid didn’t make a sound, although the fingers being dug into Sawyer’s hips were almost white.
Boone wondered if they didn’t make noise for the same reason he didn’t.
The fear of someone trying to save them from something they didn’t want to be saved from.
“They’re pretty aren’t they,” quiet voice from behind him and Boone almost bit clear through his lip in shock.
He knew all the blood had drained from his face as he glanced back to see Jack smirking Sawyer’s smirk at him. Boone wondered how he’d managed to sneak up on him; the forest had been seriously quiet and he hadn’t thought he’d been that engrossed in the other two men.
“I…” he wanted to say something like ‘it was an accident’, ‘I didn’t know they’d be here’, ‘who’s fucking you’.
But he couldn’t say anything. Because Jack had a knowing look on his face that told Boone that he knew exactly what Boone was doing. And how long he’d been doing it.
Jack crouched near him, no shirt Boone thought stupidly and ran a gentle hand from his shoulder to his stomach. One long finger teasing the band of his shorts where they hung low on his waist and Boone held his breath.
“You should come down and join in,” Jack smiled enigmatically, Boone breathed, eyes on Jack. Waiting for the punchline (even though Jack didn’t tell jokes) or for Sawyer to come crashing through the brush with fists clenched.
Unbelievably soft fingers traced his lips and Boone froze, not daring to move lest Jack stop touching him.
Which he did, pushing himself to his feet. He gnawed on his lip and Boone just stared up at him from where he was still laying.
Jack tilted his head to the side, regarding him with an expression that seemed to be equal measures lust and amusement.
He wondered if the amusement was at his expense.
Then watched Jack walk away, definitely not the way that he’d come but through the brush that had masked Boone and down to where Sawyer and Sayid were leaning against a tree engaged in something that might have been a kiss but seemed a bit more like a war of dominance instead.
He’d been so entranced in Jack’s simple presence that he’d missed them coming, that sucked.
And whatever qualms Boone had about walking up on them were not shared by Jack, he moved in what could only be a mosey and bit Sawyer’s shoulder. Laving it with his tongue when Sawyer hissed.
Sawyer leaned into him, breaking the kiss with Sayid to nuzzle the side of Jack’s face in what would seem sweet if it were any other two men and Boone hadn’t seen them snarl at each other just that morning.
He’d wondered then and he was still wondering what they’d been fighting about. The snarls had been quiet and had stopped the moment anyone got within hearing distance.
And now Jack was whispering and Boone sighed.
Rolling to his side and climbing to his feet. They already knew he was there, no sense in hiding any longer it seemed. Because he had no doubt that Jack was down there whispering that he’d caught him.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked toward them. Feeling like a man going to his execution he knew that he had a look of utter dread on his face because Sayid looked compassionate, Sawyer was smirking and Jack looked like he was going to rush over and give him a hug of reassurance.
He stopped about twelve steps away and stared at the ground, shifting on his feet.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, he could feel his face heating and it was one thing to watch them screwing it was another thing to get caught.
They were going to kill him.
Boone wondered if he looked as dazed as he felt.
Because he felt like reality had taken a sharp exit stage left and three of the manliest men that he’d ever known had fucked him in a clearing instead of pummeling him into the ground for spying on them.
He knew now where Jack got his love bites and bruises. Sawyer, liked to mark him. And Jack liked to be marked by him. Boone wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it.
But Jack had lain there, half draped over Sayid’s chest moving Sawyer’s mouth where he wanted it while he murmured quiet words of encouragement and petted Boone’s hair. All the while smiling a hazy, vague smile that Boone had never seen before.
It was like Jack wasn’t totally in his body, like his brain had left on vacation when Sayid had eased into him.
“Dude you look wasted,” Hurley commented from next to him. He’d taken his usual seat next to Shannon and it seemed Hurley’s usual seat was now going to be next to him.
Boone glanced over at where Jack was sandwiched between Sawyer and Sayid, letting a grin form when Jack smiled shyly at him. Sawyer noticed that he no longer had Jack’s attention and looked his way as well, leering as usual, but it looked softer now. Like there was an actual promise behind that leer that he knew Sawyer would live up to and Boone would agree to.
Boone bit his lip and ignored that fact that Shannon’s body was silently shaking while she laughed.
“I had a busy day.”
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Date: 2005-04-28 04:29 pm (UTC)Hot damn.
Sexy and sweet and funny.
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Date: 2005-05-06 04:23 pm (UTC)This was great... funny at times, and bittersweet, but most of all, hot. I'm definitely bookmarking this one. :)
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Date: 2005-05-06 04:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-06 07:15 pm (UTC)Amazing. Stunning. GORGEOUS.
I have so much love for this series it is insane. I love it so much I want to adopt it and pet it for eternity. Your Boone is so vulnerable and lovely and touches my heart so much.
::adores madly::
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Date: 2005-05-06 10:33 pm (UTC)