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Stretch Out and Wait (Jack/Sawyer) NC-17

Title: Stretch Out and Wait
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer, reference to Jack/Ana, Jack/Kate, Sawyer/Kate
Summary: Sawyer doesn't like to wait
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Fire + Water
Note: Sequel to The Hard Way. Part of this fic is me acknowledging the existence of Ana -- although she doesn't actually show up here -- and trying to explain Jack/Ana to myself, for whatever that's worth. This is turning into a series, with at least one more fic planned. Belated bday fic for minaloush, if she wants it! "Why" prompt for fanfic100.


Sawyer wasn't in the hatch. Jack had checked the bedroom, checked the whole damn place, his irritation growing by the second.

Locke watched him circle through the computer room without a word and then finally asked with a quizzical smile on the third tour, "Lose something?"

"No." Jack was not about to get into this with Locke, of all people. Sawyer was supposed to wait for him to change his bandage, but Jack had been running a little late. And Sawyer, who had nothing but time on his hands, had blown him off.

Jack sighed, running his hand over his forehead. He was going to have to go find him. It was just one more of Sawyer's games. Everything was a game to him.

He grabbed the bandages, hydrogen peroxide, water and some towels and threw them into his backpack. He really didn't have time to go track Sawyer down, but with any luck, he'd just be lounging in his airplane seat at the beach.

Maybe, Jack thought, his anger softening as he trod the well-worn path from the hatch to the beach, Sawyer had just fallen asleep, missed their appointment altogether. He'd been meaning to tell him to take it easy. That hike hadn't been the best idea. He'd seen the way Sawyer had gotten winded, had wanted to stop and let him rest, but they hadn't had time for that. And Sawyer wouldn't have taken it well and he hadn't had time for that either.

The only time Sawyer had been a good patient was when he was unconscious.

Here Jack thought Sawyer had been sobered by his brush with death, that he was a new man. And then he had to go and pull that stunt with the kiss. After Sawyer had left, after his blood pressure had returned to normal, he realized it for what it was -- just another way to get under Jack's skin.

He'd been dreading seeing him ever since. He knew he should just shrug it off, tell Sawyer how hard he'd laughed at his little joke, but then he pictured those sea-green eyes staring at him, clouded with something like desire and he thought even Sawyer couldn't fake that. Could he?

As if on cue, some well-chosen curse words sounded from somewhere off to his left. Jack stopped, scanned the jungle for the shock of blonde hair that went with that mouth.

He didn't know why he didn't just call Sawyer's name. Instead, he crept slowly along, following the steady steam of swearing to its source. Sawyer was standing a few feet away, arms outstretched. His shirt was off, sun glancing off his bronzed skin as he moved through his exercises. He looked too handsome, too well-muscled, like he was filming a fitness video, except that his face twisted in pain as he rotated his left arm.

"You're pushing it too hard," Jack called, rushing over to stop Sawyer before the idiot did more harm.

Sawyer looked up. He frowned slightly, but didn't stop as Jack barreled towards him, slipping his backpack to the ground.

"Dammit, Sawyer," Jack said, catching his arm and holding it still. "You ever hear the expression, 'Take it slow?'"

Sawyer smiled at that, dimples deepening with that familiar grin. "Yeah, doc. I'm from the South, remember? 'Cept some things I don't like waitin' for." He cocked one eyebrow meaningfully at Jack, who just shook his head.

"You're going to hurt yourself," he sighed. He changed his grip on Sawyer's arm, mindful of those watchful eyes on him. "Here, like this." He gently guided the arm in a small, contained circle, surprised Sawyer wasn't fighting him on it.

Sawyer's skin was warm to the touch, responsive under his fingers, but he concentrated on the muscles shifting underneath his hand. He'd had to touch him constantly when Sawyer was sick, wipe his brow, clean his wound, even lift him back into bed that once, but an awake Sawyer who could stare back -- or talk back -- was something else altogether.

He would let go in a minute, as soon as Sawyer got it. But for now, he kept his hand where it was, resting lightly on Sawyer's forearm, communicating direction and speed through the pressure of his fingers. And he kept his eyes on the movements of his own hand and Sawyer's arm, nodding in encouragement.

Jack glanced up finally and was thrown by how intently Sawyer was looking at him. The sun was warm, but he could feel the hairs rising on his arms and on the back of his neck. That look was giving him goosebumps.

"Didn't I tell you to have someone help you with this?" Jack chided him, remembering to be angry. "Where's Kate?"

Sawyer merely shrugged, tongue dipping into the hollow of his cheek, which Jack was learning was what he did when he didn't want to say something.

He wanted to ask, but then again, he didn't want to know. Didn't want to encourage Sawyer. Didn't want to let on that he'd given that kiss more thought than he had any right to.

"So your time's too valuable to wait for me?" he couldn't help saying, keeping that tone in his voice that he knew rubbed Sawyer the wrong way.

"Don't like to wait," Sawyer said, pausing in the motion of his arm. He pulled away from Jack's grasp, head tilting back, that slow, easy grin spilling over his features again. "'Sides, knew you were busy."

"Yeah?" Jack took a step back, arms crossing of their own accord.

"Saw you. With her."

Jack set his jaw, a hint of warning as he casually answered. "You following me now?"

"It's a small world, doc. Ain't exactly a lot of privacy here."

"Like that's ever bothered you," Jack muttered.

Sawyer chose to ignore him. He crooked his arm, pushing at it with his other hand in some stretch of his own invention.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jack was at his side in one stride, grabbing his arm. He stepped behind Sawyer, taking control of his arm again. Sawyer just grunted but didn't stop him. As Jack moved his arm for him in slow, steady circles, something in Sawyer seemed to unwind too. His head fell forward, then back. If he were any more relaxed, Jack would be practically holding him up.

They moved together like that for a few silent minutes, until Sawyer's languor seemed to creep into Jack's body too. He felt himself letting out a deep breath, concentrating on getting the kinks out of Sawyer's body .

"Help me out here, doc," Sawyer said slowly, his drawl coming thicker than usual.

"Thought I was helping you," Jack said after a beat. Sawyer couldn't see his smile.

"Why her?"

"Excuse me?" Jack stopped mid-circle, his smile frozen.

"Simple question. Why. Her."

Jack didn't answer, just resumed exercising Sawyer's arm, the same regular, hypnotic pattern of pressure and movement, but with that underlying tension that was never far when he was near Sawyer.

He'd asked himself the same question. And he wasn't sure he had a good answer.

"You really trust her?"

"I don't know Sawyer. Sometimes I'm dumb enough to trust you." He patted Sawyer's arm then gave it a firm squeeze. Let it go.

Sawyer dropped his head, voice rasping deep in his throat. "Yeah, well, I never killed any of us, did I?"

"Sawyer!" The impatience crept back into Jack's voice. He took a deep breath, let it out. "I don't know." He wanted to reason it out for himself, put it in words for once. See how it sounded.

"I first met her at the airport. Before any of this. We talked. Had a drink at the bar. It was all so fucking normal. The last normal thing I did before the crash."

Sawyer didn't say anything, just let him talk. They'd both stopped moving, but he kept his hand on Sawyer's arm. Sawyer was still. Listening. He couldn't see his face, couldn't sense any note of sarcasm, so he plunged on, like he had when Sawyer had been dead to the world. He'd caught Kate doing it too. Just speaking her thoughts out loud, addressing Sawyer like he could hear her. People thought you were crazy if you talked to yourself, so talking to Sawyer had been his release. One he thought he didn't have anymore.

The words kept spilling out. "When I found out she was still alive ... that she'd survived. It's, well you always said that you and Kate had a connection. I guess that's my connection to her. When I talk to her, I'm not this ... person who everyone is depending on for everything. I'm just a guy. She's just a girl. I can be back in that airport bar, wondering what might have happened."

Except, in trying to make it make sense to Sawyer, he saw how much he was lying to himself. Just minutes before he'd entered that bar, he'd been losing it at the airline counter over his dad's coffin. He'd caused a huge scene, could feel everyone staring at him and shaking their heads and he'd slunk off for a drink so he could get his nerve back. His whole idea of "normal" was a lie, and he knew it, but he clung to it anyway.

It took him a minute or two to notice that Sawyer was shaking against him. Shaking with laughter, he realized, with sharp annoyance. "You gotta be kiddin' me, doc," Sawyer finally said when he was able to speak, twisting out of his reach and turning to face him, shaking his head with laughter. "That's your connection? One drink in a bar? And she gets a free pass for life?"

Jack stiffened. What the hell he'd been thinking to actually confide in Sawyer? Just because he'd spent hours with him in that hatch, that wasn't any kind of real connection either. He was just fooling himself again. "Just forget it," he said with a tight, angry smile.

Sawyer had stopped laughing, but he was still shaking his head. "You got a real problem seeing people for what they are, don't you? So you build them up into something they're not. No wonder you're so mad at Kate for letting you down. And when you find out about this one..."

"Look," Jack gritted, wanting to run but suddenly remembering why he'd hunted Sawyer down in the first place. "I'm just here to change your bandage." He gestured in the direction of his backpack. "And maybe I do keep expecting the best of people. Like that you might not be an asshole for more than five minutes at a time."

Sawyer took a step closer. "Awww, doc. You're just too easy a target, you know." He put a hand on Jack's cheek. "And you're awful pretty when you're mad."

"Stop it." Jack pushed his hand away but Sawyer didn't move. He had that amused look in his eyes, the same one he'd had right before he'd kissed him.

Sawyer leaned in even closer, lips brushing Jack's ear as he spoke, his voice so low, it went right through Jack. "You say all you two do is talk? C'mon, Jack." His hand was at the small of Jack's back and his warm breath against his ear was enough to raise the hairs on the back of his neck again. He shivered, and Sawyer brushed his cheek against his, just the slightest touch.

Jack said his name low, just like breath escaping, no longer knowing if he meant it as a reprimand or an encouragement.

Sawyer murmured softly as his lips traced a path across his cheek, hovering over his mouth, words he couldn't hear, could only feel as puffs of breath.

He waited for the kiss he knew was coming, so busy telling himself he should go, go now before it happened, that he wasn't prepared for the shock of Sawyer's hand slipping under his T-shirt.

Sawyer's touch was gentle but Jack reacted like he'd been hit, stomach clenching with the need to hit back or run. While his body froze, his mind raced, trying to remember when Sawyer had ever touched him before, before that kiss. Maybe that first day, after the crash, in that scuffle. The first time he'd even noticed Sawyer and he was on him in a flash, grabbing hold and pulling hard. Maybe he'd never stopped; everything had started in that first touch. He let flashes of it play in his mind, safer in memory than in the moment as Sawyer's hand trailed teasingly across his stomach,

He'd had his hands on Sawyer so many times but it never meant anything, he always told himself. He had just been saving his life. Stitching him up. Holding him down. Holding him back. Belting him hard on the jaw and aching to do it again. Soothing him when he was wracked with fever. Wiping away the sweat and the pain. All the things he had to do to keep Sawyer alive and keep him in line -- which were really the same thing.

Now staring into those damned piercing blue-green eyes, only a few inches from his face, triumphantly noting Jack's every reaction -- how he bit his lip, how his hand strayed to Sawyer's hip of its own accord -- he knew Sawyer had been keeping score but not in a way he'd ever dreamed.

Jack couldn't look away, couldn't move in the agonizing moment before Sawyer's hand drifted up instead of down. He wasn't even seeing Sawyer's smile, just knew it from the way the line around his eyes deepened, felt it in the way his hand moved, the way his nostrils flared. Jack's eyes fluttered shut as Sawyer rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger and it wasn't hard to imagine Sawyer's hand on his cock now. Too hard to imagine anything else.

He bit back a groan, some crazy, frustrated sense of pride not wanting to let Sawyer know just what he was doing to him, that he could barely breathe. Sawyer was teasing him to death and he was going to kill him for that.

And then, at last, Sawyer's hand inched downward, cupping him through his jeans and Jack nodded, pride and body crumbling in a rush of need. They both fumbled with the buttons of his fly and then Sawyer had him in hand. Jack had to close his eyes again, overwhelmed at the sensation of just being touched. He fought to hold out but the waves of pleasure Sawyer was sending through him were too intense, his breath coming in short, staccato bursts and the world already spinning behind his eyes. He was already on the edge, when a hiss from Sawyer pulled him back.

Jack pushed his hand away when he saw that Sawyer's face was contorted in pain. "Stop," he ordered.

"No." Sawyer spoke the word softly, shaking his head slightly, frowning as he fought to keep going. Annoyance flashed over his face and Jack realized he didn't understand. He let his forehead rest against his, as if he could get through his thick skull that easily.

"Let me," Jack insisted, rubbing his fingers lightly over Sawyer's hand, until he relaxed his grip. "Still your doctor, you know. You have to do what I say."

A low, pleased laugh sounded in Sawyer's throat. "Do I, now?" he whispered in his ear, stubble like sandpaper against his cheek as Jack started undoing his belt.

"Yes." He was the one in charge now and Sawyer moaned in approval, his head falling on Jack's shoulder as Jack splayed his fingers to take hold of both their cocks. He added a gob of spit with his other hand, stroking the moisture over them both, savoring the little shudders that shook Sawyer under his touch. He didn't know if it was his knees or Sawyer's that gave out, suddenly they were both falling to the ground in a tangle, too wrapped up in each other to feel the impact.

Jack was on top, thrusting hard and fast as Sawyer rocked up into him, his face so vulnerable in ecstasy that Jack's breath caught in his throat.

"You're ... oh god ... fuck!" Sawyer gasped, unable to keep his own hand from sliding over Jack's but they were both so close now Jack didn't stop him. Sawyer's head fell back and his body jerked under Jack, his deep, throaty groan sending Jack crashing down seconds after him. The blood roared in his ears, blotting out everything but the sheer fucking bliss of it as the rush hit him and he was left gasping for air, as drenched and drained as if he'd been tossed back by the ocean.

Maybe, he thought with a wry smile, as his breath came back and he noticed how his T-shirt clung to him, he should have taken it off first. It was soaked with sweat and Sawyer's come. He sat back and pulled it over his head, wiping himself off with it and then dabbing at Sawyer's chest and stomach. Sawyer lay back obligingly, arms behind his head, stretching like a contented cat, watching Jack through half-lidded eyes.

"Just gonna rest for a minute," Sawyer said, nestling his head into the curve of one arm.

"Too much?" Jack snapped back into concerned doctor mode.

"Nah. Just right." Sawyer smiled sleepily. He yawned and stretched again. His eyes closed slowly and within a few seconds, he was out.

Jack lay back next to him, something he'd never let himself do before. He'd nodded off a few times in the chair during those long vigils with Sawyer, but he'd wake up with a start each time, expecting Sawyer to have opened his eyes while he'd been sleeping, fearing he'd missed it, both relieved and disappointed to find Sawyer still sunk in oblivion. He'd left Sawyer in Kate's care and that's when it had finally happened. Jack didn't know until now how much he'd hated missing that moment.

He could wait now. Wait till Sawyer woke. He hadn't even changed his bandage yet.

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eponine119
Feb. 10th, 2006 08:43 pm (UTC)
Maybe it's just me, but all your apostrophes and quote marks seem to have disappeared. Will come back and read later. :)
halfdutch
Feb. 10th, 2006 08:53 pm (UTC)
How's it look now? LJ hates me today. *sighs*
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inthekeyofd
Feb. 10th, 2006 09:01 pm (UTC)
Please remind me to tell you when it's my birthday, because DAMN, I love love LOVE jealous!Sawyer, and kind of resistant!Jack, the talk and the way that Sawyer moves and the teasing, yes, Jack is really pretty when he's angry.

What can I say but this was a wonderful way to end a really REALLY long week.

Passion, hotness, jealousy, teasing..it had it all!!!
halfdutch
Feb. 11th, 2006 03:39 am (UTC)
Awww, yes, when is your birthday? You must give me a heads up so I can write something for you too! ;-D

I'm very pleased you liked this one. I felt like everyone was going to be more in the mood for Dark!Sawyer after "The Long Con" but I'm sure will be getting that in fic very soon. *rubs hands together*

And oooh, that icon. Man, so many guh-worthy moments in that episode!
isis2015
Feb. 10th, 2006 09:47 pm (UTC)
As jealousy is probobly my biggest kink, you can only imagine how much I loved this. I was afraid that my irritation (two days ago I would have said fury) over Sawyer made me think that it would ruin teh smut fics for me. Yeah, I was pretty damn stupid to think that would ever happen.

PS: Do you have time to beta something for me? I'm thinking of posting my first Lost fic and I could use some input.
halfdutch
Feb. 11th, 2006 03:42 am (UTC)
Awww, yay! ;-D Very glad. It's my first time really trying to address the various pairings in canon, even if the J/S is still the only one I'm really dealing with! And I'm glad that you're not completely hating Sawyer right now, at least you still like him enough for teh fic! There are so many characters I only like in fic but Sawyer, ahhh. Well, he's Lost's raison d'etre, as far as I'm concerned.

And yes, go ahead and send it to me. My email's in my userinfo. ;D
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ellel
Feb. 10th, 2006 10:02 pm (UTC)
"That's your connection?One drink in a bar?And she gets a free pass for life?"
*snort*

He could wait now.Wait till Sawyer woke.He hadn't even changed his bandage yet.
hehe,well they have time:P...Jack has no chance staying away from Sawyer,no matter how much he wants to.So good!:)
halfdutch
Feb. 11th, 2006 03:44 am (UTC)
Tee hee. That would be me speaking through Sawyer of course. *coughs* Guilty!

And no, Jack won't be able to stay away. But of course it's never smooth sailing with these two.


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hils
Feb. 10th, 2006 11:33 pm (UTC)
*sighs happily*

I like happy fics. I like smutty fics. This was perfect
halfdutch
Feb. 11th, 2006 03:47 am (UTC)
*beams*

Thank you! Glad it hits the spot, even after "The Long Con" probably has everyone longing for something a bit darker. At least that's where I was going next with this anyway. ;-D
zelda_zee
Feb. 11th, 2006 02:11 am (UTC)
So nice. So very, very nice. Hot and smutty and, as always, beautifully written.

This was actually just what I needed today, and I didn't even know it!
halfdutch
Feb. 11th, 2006 03:49 am (UTC)
Awww, thank you so much. And very glad it worked as fic therapy. ;-D
alliecat8
Feb. 11th, 2006 03:51 am (UTC)
I'm in an analytical mood today, and this:

"You got a real problem seeing people for what they are, don't you? So you build them up into something they're not. No wonder you're so mad at Kate for letting you down. And when you find out about this one..."

hit the spot. Especially in light of what we just saw, and how Sawyer managed to use that very fault/virtue of Jack's to best him. Easy to target, indeed, especially for someone as shrewd as Sawyer.

And I loved this:

All the things he had to do to keep Sawyer alive and keep him in line -- which were really the same thing.

This was beautiful and insightful and hot; everything I love! And you brought up that thing that we were all so disappointed about; the fact that Jack missed Sawyer's awakening. I love it that you showed that Jack was disappointed, too.

And there's more? Squee! Will that be the one where they decide that the women are unnecessary? ;)

Loved it! Can't wait for more! :D
halfdutch
Feb. 11th, 2006 04:07 am (UTC)
Oooh, analysis. ;-D *loves*

Jack seemed to spend his life in a kind of denial, or just with this kind of laserlike focus where he misses the big picture, while Sawyer made his living off reading people and noting the details, as he said.

We did (finally) get Jack nursing Sawyer in canon, but I was really looking forward to their interaction once Sawyer woke up. Instead it was all about Kate for both of them so I missed that moment too. At least it's been well and thoroughly ficced, LOL.

And yes, more to come! The women will make an actual appearance, however brief. ;-D


elise_509
Feb. 11th, 2006 06:15 am (UTC)
I love that Sawyer called Jack out on being with Ana. I'm a weirdo who likes Ana, but still. Until this week when Kate did, no one ever seemed to question why Jack has connected with her.

On top of that...the story was achingly hot and sweet. I can't wait to read your next part! :)
halfdutch
Feb. 13th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC)
You'd think that someone who didn't have a romantic interest in Jack would have called him on it, but that's not on the writers' agenda, I guess. *sighs*

Glad you liked the story! Next part threatens to be rather tricky. ;-D







kat_scratches
Feb. 11th, 2006 11:52 am (UTC)
I keep telling myself that I'm not going to OD on Jack/Sawyer, but then there's just so much of it, and then I read something like this and I think, how could there be any other pairings after this? You've got them so perfectly, brilliantly voiced. This was wonderful, and I'm so glad I stopped to read it.

As if on cue, some well-chosen curse words sounded from somewhere off to his left. Jack stopped, scanned the jungle for the shock of blonde hair that went with that mouth.
Hee. I love that.

halfdutch
Feb. 13th, 2006 02:31 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much! ;-D And they are pretty much the only pairing for me too. Something about these two together just makes them both even hotter.
emiliglia
Feb. 11th, 2006 05:11 pm (UTC)
Don't think I replied to the first part, which makes me feel like a bad person, but I'm definitely responding now.

The first part was very intriguing. Like it was more of a teaser than a part on it's own because, well, we knew it was going to lead to something hot like this.

I like how Sawyer was asking about Ana. Typical of Jack to not question back about Kate and just take it. But damn did he give it back to Sawyer in the end! Hehe. Most of my previous slash fandoms always had full-on sex when they were dealing with NC-17 parts, but since becoming a Jack/Sawyer fan, I've discovered that just handjobs and blowjobs can make equally satisfying hot pieces. Lovely.
halfdutch
Feb. 13th, 2006 02:37 am (UTC)
I don't think Jack goes after what he wants, so if Sawyer is with Kate, he's not going to challenge that. He seems to play it safe and let people pursue him. Of course, I've read fic where he's the one to initiate things and that can definitely work too. Oh, our complicated boys, eh? ;-D

And I think uberaeryn is the only one to write them having sex on a regular basis. I think neither man is an obvious top or bottom so it's tough deciding where to go with that. Either writers opt to have them switch off, or we get handjobs and blowjobs galore! Glad to hear this works for you, even without the full-on sex.

Thanks for reading!
hkath
Feb. 11th, 2006 07:32 pm (UTC)
Mmmmm. So much touching and just enough jealousy and sooooo hot... If I wasn't so damn tired I'd probably have something intelligent to say about this.

*hearts*
halfdutch
Feb. 13th, 2006 02:38 am (UTC)
Awww, yay. ;-D Never thought I'd tackle the quadrangle, but there you go! Acknowledging new canon after all. (And then merrily subverting it, of course!)
foxxcub
Feb. 11th, 2006 08:50 pm (UTC)
Again, I love this bunches even if teh boys are mad at each other now in canon but OH WELL. :P Yay for fic!!

halfdutch
Feb. 13th, 2006 02:39 am (UTC)
I know! They need to kiss and make up! ;-D Glad you liked this one, hon!
arabella_hope
Feb. 11th, 2006 09:53 pm (UTC)
Ooo, so hot with the smut and with the Jack all being nervous and Sawyer all being...well, himself. I think even just the image of Jack behind Sawyer, twisting his arms, their bodies gyrating in unison...well, I needed this about now. I don't know why, but I feel like I've been missing some full blown smut somehow.
halfdutch
Feb. 13th, 2006 03:02 am (UTC)
Thanks, hon. I liked that image too -- just substituting Jack for Kate in those scenes in "Fire +Water." Glad this one hit the spot! I don't think I have written smut in a while. *tries to recall*
zenana7
Feb. 12th, 2006 06:57 am (UTC)
Gone from LJ for 24 hours, then oh!boy! a halfdutch fic!
(does the happy dance)

As always, you deliver, love the angst and yearning here:

The only time Sawyer had been a good patient was when he was unconscious. -- Spot on.

Sawyer merely shrugged, tongue dipping into the hollow of his cheek, which Jack was learning was what he did when he didn't want to say something. -- Liked this characterization, nice touch.

Sawyer's touch was gentle but Jack reacted like he'd been hit, stomach clenching with the need to hit back or run. -- In fact, this whole paragraph, just a lovely description of Jack's want and need.

Jack was on top, thrusting hard and fast as Sawyer rocked up into him, his face so vulnerable in ecstasy that Jack's breath caught in his throat. -- And Zen's caught in hers.

Loved this.

halfdutch
Feb. 13th, 2006 03:08 am (UTC)
Oooh, thank you! ;-D *does own happy dance* So glad you liked this one. This whole smut scene ended up this way because I got stuck on the kissing, so I just skipped it this time and went in another direction.





themoononastick
Feb. 12th, 2006 12:50 pm (UTC)
He would let go in a minute, as soon as Sawyer got it. But for now, he kept his hand where it was, resting lightly on Sawyer's forearm, communicating direction and speed through the pressure of his fingers.

I really love that bit, I like that Jack is trying to convince himself that he is only touching Sawyer because he's his patient and not for any other reason.

Love it, hon. It's all kinds of hot and excellently paced. More please. *pokes gently*
halfdutch
Feb. 13th, 2006 03:11 am (UTC)
Awww, we love InDenial!Jack, don't we? ;-D He is really the least self-aware guy on the island, isn't he? I don't think anyone could resist the charms of Shirtless!Sawyer.

Thanks so much for the beta, hon! *sends you a thousand kisses*

More will come soon, I hope. It's kind of eating my brain!
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