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madwomanwithaboxTitle: Thief In The Night
Pairing: Jack/James "Sawyer" Ford
Rating: NC17 for slash and YES, SMUT, I DID IT!!!
Summary: Think you know? You have no idea...
Warnings: AU, slash...SMUT! From the world of SCIENCE, FAITH, AND FATE...or IS it? Ummm...sap. Lots of it. And spoilers if you have no idea yet what SCIENCE, FAITH, AND FATE is.
Disclaimer: the LOST boys aren't mine...damn it. But I'll put them back in JJ's toybox when I'm done playing.
A/N: Unbeta'd, so if it sucks blame me. One-shot Valentine's Day present to my f-list, so enjoy the goodies. For those that have seen THE LONG CON? This may have familiar allusions. If you haven't? Don't worry...not spoilery, 'cause trust me, this is NOT what it sounds like.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, EVERYBODY!!!
* * * * *
Sawyer stalked through the trees, scanning the thick growth for Jack’s tall form. He *knew* the son of a bitch was here...and he was going to pay for his goddamn thieving.
Then he heard it...the softest crunch of leaves, just a few feet away.
“Olly olly oxen free, Doc!” he bellowed, taking a couple steps towards the sound. “Y’all can’t hide forever! You ransack my stash, you gotta pay, boy!”
He heard the sound again, taking another step forward. Bastard thought he was so damn–
“Oof!” The air rushed out of him in a grunt as a body flew in from the side and tackled him to the ground. In seconds, Jack was straddling his waist, pinning Sawyer’s arms above his head.
“You fuckin’...lemme go!!” he bellowed, bucking and struggling against Jack’s weight pinning him down.
“Not until you calm down.” Jack shot back. “I told you before, those belong to all of us...and I’m *not* giving them back.”
“If this is some messed up attempt to get me to fuck you in spite of the fact that I’m gonna *kill* yer ass, guess again.” Sawyer snarled, arching up again to try and throw Jack off. He fought to ignore the grind of cock against cock, but it was damn hard. Then again, Jack probably knew that.
‘Probably’ turned to ‘certainly’ when Jack shifted slightly and thrust against him with a grin. “I think you’re gonna fuck me because you *do* want to kill me so bad.” Jack challenged.
Sawyer tried not to growl, but failed miserably as he rocked against Jack, more purposefully this time. Smug fucker was right, too...sex was always better when he was pissed. The best sex was when they were both pissed off and angry and hating themselves for being so goddamn hopelessly in love with each other that they could never *stay* mad for longer than it took to come.
“Dumb son of a bitch fucker gonna kill you myself soon as I’m done suckin’ you off.” Sawyer finally growled, wrenching his hands free of Jack’s grip and reaching up to cup his ass and pull him down hard as he thrust up against him.
Jack’s only answer was a groan as they found a rhythm, moving against each other with furious urgency. He bent to bite Sawyer’s neck sharply a moment later, then sucked hard, seemingly irritated by the fact that the perpetual hickey Sawyer always seemed to have these days was fading. Sawyer was pissed about *that*, too.
It took Jack only a second to scoot back enough to get Sawyer’s fly open and his fingers around his cock, tight and warm and fucking perfect...that practiced grip that knew just how hard to squeeze and how fast to move, Sawyer never lasted long against that grip...
Sawyer reached up to get Jack’s shorts open, shoving his hand into them to find Jack’s cock, hard and leaking and soon they were moving in time as their lips met again, a hard and angry tangle of lips and tongues fighting a battle no one could lose and everyone could win.
Sawyer felt the familiar rumble rise in Jack’s chest as his own body tightened, then exploded with his climax, both of them coming at the same time....just like they always seemed to.
Jack lay stretched out over Sawyer for a long while before he finally stirred and moved to sit up on his elbows. “How’s your leg?”
Sawyer rolled his eyes behind shut eyelids, groaning. “Only hurts when it’s damp outside, asshole...you know that.”
“Back?...”
“Not a twinge...get up, and I’ll show you I can still kick your ass.”
Jack laughed, and Sawyer reveled in that high-pitched giggle he only ever let out around him. It was so out of place in such a big guy, not to mention a man whose picture was next to the word ‘serious’ in the dictionary. But there it was...and whether or not it made him a loon, Sawyer thought it was the sexiest fucking thing in the world, it was so goddamn adorable.
Jack finally did get up, straightening himself up before leaning down to help Sawyer to his feet. “Still...it’s only been six weeks, and you’re still in physical therapy for your leg. Let’s not take any chances?...”
“I took my goddamn chances already.” Sawyer grunted, even as he accepted Jack’s help up before tucking himself back into his jeans again. “Trusted you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” Jack agreed, pulling him in for a kiss that left Sawyer’s head spinning and his dick hard again...goddamn workaholic sexpot turned him into the Energizer bunny, seemed like. “And I’m glad that you did. Now c’mon...I hid your stuff in those bushes.”
“Figures...I swear to *God*, Jack, you ever steal my goddamn six pack again and I will beat you ‘til you lose an inch.”
“Well every time we get together with my family, you always hoard all the beer for yourself, you selfish bastard. And by the way? For *your* sake, I hope you’re talking height.”
Sawyer rolled his eyes, shoving Jack as hard as he could. “Dickhead...get me my fuckin’ beer and let’s get back to the beach, huh? ‘Fore your cousin realizes we’re missin’.”
“Too late...Kate probably already knows you’re gone.” Jack teased. “You just better stop making my family fall in love with you, understand?”
“Yeah, yeah...I’d hate to have you kill yer own blood, and on her birthday no less.” Sawyer grumbled, following Jack to retrieve his beer. Not like he had to worry...Sawyer didn’t really care *who* was looking, male or female.
Wasn’t every day a man got a real life guardian angel to save his life...in more ways than one. But Sawyer was lucky...he might screw up a lotta shit, but Jack wouldn’t *let* him fuck this thing up.
Now if only he could get Jack to quit stealing his shit...
Pairing: Jack/James "Sawyer" Ford
Rating: NC17 for slash and YES, SMUT, I DID IT!!!
Summary: Think you know? You have no idea...
Warnings: AU, slash...SMUT! From the world of SCIENCE, FAITH, AND FATE...or IS it? Ummm...sap. Lots of it. And spoilers if you have no idea yet what SCIENCE, FAITH, AND FATE is.
Disclaimer: the LOST boys aren't mine...damn it. But I'll put them back in JJ's toybox when I'm done playing.
A/N: Unbeta'd, so if it sucks blame me. One-shot Valentine's Day present to my f-list, so enjoy the goodies. For those that have seen THE LONG CON? This may have familiar allusions. If you haven't? Don't worry...not spoilery, 'cause trust me, this is NOT what it sounds like.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, EVERYBODY!!!
* * * * *
Sawyer stalked through the trees, scanning the thick growth for Jack’s tall form. He *knew* the son of a bitch was here...and he was going to pay for his goddamn thieving.
Then he heard it...the softest crunch of leaves, just a few feet away.
“Olly olly oxen free, Doc!” he bellowed, taking a couple steps towards the sound. “Y’all can’t hide forever! You ransack my stash, you gotta pay, boy!”
He heard the sound again, taking another step forward. Bastard thought he was so damn–
“Oof!” The air rushed out of him in a grunt as a body flew in from the side and tackled him to the ground. In seconds, Jack was straddling his waist, pinning Sawyer’s arms above his head.
“You fuckin’...lemme go!!” he bellowed, bucking and struggling against Jack’s weight pinning him down.
“Not until you calm down.” Jack shot back. “I told you before, those belong to all of us...and I’m *not* giving them back.”
“If this is some messed up attempt to get me to fuck you in spite of the fact that I’m gonna *kill* yer ass, guess again.” Sawyer snarled, arching up again to try and throw Jack off. He fought to ignore the grind of cock against cock, but it was damn hard. Then again, Jack probably knew that.
‘Probably’ turned to ‘certainly’ when Jack shifted slightly and thrust against him with a grin. “I think you’re gonna fuck me because you *do* want to kill me so bad.” Jack challenged.
Sawyer tried not to growl, but failed miserably as he rocked against Jack, more purposefully this time. Smug fucker was right, too...sex was always better when he was pissed. The best sex was when they were both pissed off and angry and hating themselves for being so goddamn hopelessly in love with each other that they could never *stay* mad for longer than it took to come.
“Dumb son of a bitch fucker gonna kill you myself soon as I’m done suckin’ you off.” Sawyer finally growled, wrenching his hands free of Jack’s grip and reaching up to cup his ass and pull him down hard as he thrust up against him.
Jack’s only answer was a groan as they found a rhythm, moving against each other with furious urgency. He bent to bite Sawyer’s neck sharply a moment later, then sucked hard, seemingly irritated by the fact that the perpetual hickey Sawyer always seemed to have these days was fading. Sawyer was pissed about *that*, too.
It took Jack only a second to scoot back enough to get Sawyer’s fly open and his fingers around his cock, tight and warm and fucking perfect...that practiced grip that knew just how hard to squeeze and how fast to move, Sawyer never lasted long against that grip...
Sawyer reached up to get Jack’s shorts open, shoving his hand into them to find Jack’s cock, hard and leaking and soon they were moving in time as their lips met again, a hard and angry tangle of lips and tongues fighting a battle no one could lose and everyone could win.
Sawyer felt the familiar rumble rise in Jack’s chest as his own body tightened, then exploded with his climax, both of them coming at the same time....just like they always seemed to.
Jack lay stretched out over Sawyer for a long while before he finally stirred and moved to sit up on his elbows. “How’s your leg?”
Sawyer rolled his eyes behind shut eyelids, groaning. “Only hurts when it’s damp outside, asshole...you know that.”
“Back?...”
“Not a twinge...get up, and I’ll show you I can still kick your ass.”
Jack laughed, and Sawyer reveled in that high-pitched giggle he only ever let out around him. It was so out of place in such a big guy, not to mention a man whose picture was next to the word ‘serious’ in the dictionary. But there it was...and whether or not it made him a loon, Sawyer thought it was the sexiest fucking thing in the world, it was so goddamn adorable.
Jack finally did get up, straightening himself up before leaning down to help Sawyer to his feet. “Still...it’s only been six weeks, and you’re still in physical therapy for your leg. Let’s not take any chances?...”
“I took my goddamn chances already.” Sawyer grunted, even as he accepted Jack’s help up before tucking himself back into his jeans again. “Trusted you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” Jack agreed, pulling him in for a kiss that left Sawyer’s head spinning and his dick hard again...goddamn workaholic sexpot turned him into the Energizer bunny, seemed like. “And I’m glad that you did. Now c’mon...I hid your stuff in those bushes.”
“Figures...I swear to *God*, Jack, you ever steal my goddamn six pack again and I will beat you ‘til you lose an inch.”
“Well every time we get together with my family, you always hoard all the beer for yourself, you selfish bastard. And by the way? For *your* sake, I hope you’re talking height.”
Sawyer rolled his eyes, shoving Jack as hard as he could. “Dickhead...get me my fuckin’ beer and let’s get back to the beach, huh? ‘Fore your cousin realizes we’re missin’.”
“Too late...Kate probably already knows you’re gone.” Jack teased. “You just better stop making my family fall in love with you, understand?”
“Yeah, yeah...I’d hate to have you kill yer own blood, and on her birthday no less.” Sawyer grumbled, following Jack to retrieve his beer. Not like he had to worry...Sawyer didn’t really care *who* was looking, male or female.
Wasn’t every day a man got a real life guardian angel to save his life...in more ways than one. But Sawyer was lucky...he might screw up a lotta shit, but Jack wouldn’t *let* him fuck this thing up.
Now if only he could get Jack to quit stealing his shit...
