Couldn't fit this in one sentence: ;-D

James swore and slammed down the truck's hood. "'s no good. We need a jump."

Jack sighed and looked around the desolate lake shore. There was no one else in sight. "Guess we'll have to hike back to the main road."

"Not tonight we won't," James said, pointing toward the sun, starting to dip below the horizon. "Shoulda brought those blankets after all. We're gonna have to spend the night here."

He shivered a little and James slipped behind him, his hand edging up under his shirt. "Cold? Be glad to give you that jump you need."

I almost forgot :X... HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON. *hugs*

Tee hee at the typo. ;D

But eep! I've never seen all of Donnie Darko. I know it has a scary bunny in it and a plane crash. I guess I can get a sentence out of that.

Let's see:

The sandy-haired boy stared stubbornly at his own hands, refusing to look up, or speak; he'd already learned that he could break another person with silence.

Thanks, hon. ;-D Here you go:

Jack stretched to his full length, marveling at the strange feeling of being utterly, completely content for once. In the morning, the regrets would come, but right now, he was just going to remember the feel of Sawyer's hands, his mouth .... He shifted, already hard again, just reliving it. Fuck. He got up, dressed, and went looking for Sawyer; better to have one more thing to regret in the morning.

"Fuck it's cold," Jack swore, burrowing back under the blankets, wondering how he'd managed to sleep with frost practically forming in his hair. "How did it get so goddamned cold inside?"

"'s winter," James muttered, still half-asleep. "Furnace is on the fritz. Cheapass building. That's how."

"Damn," Jack shivered, pressing his body against James, trying to absorb some of his warmth. "How do you keep from freezing to death?"

"Well, I find the hottest fuck in town, get him in my bed..." James rolled over, facing Jack sleepily now. He could just make out the grin on his face under the darkness of the blanket.

"I'll bet," Jack laughed. "What did you do before me?"

"There is no before you," James sighed, finding his mouth in the darkness, the heat of him spreading through Jack like always, until he couldn't remember ever being cold.

Awww, thanks for the manip! It looks like Dr. Jack is being called to duty and Sawyer isn't letting him get up. ;-D

OK, *rolls up fic sleeves*:

Jack leaned back against the wall, taking another sip of beer as he watched James bend low to take the next shot, James's leather jacket skimming over skin-tight, well-worn jeans. James, that pool shark, was killing him, but Jack didn't mind. He had the best view in town. He took another swallow and waited for his turn.

Firstly, thanks! Ok, here goes. Had to be more than one sentence:

"Oughta've shaved you first," Sawyer grumbled as he rubbed the crushed eucalyptus leaves into Jack's chest. "You're gonna be picking these leaves out for a week. Goddamn hairiest man I ever saw."

Jack laughed, which set off another coughing fit. "Well, I expect you'll help me with that too, then."

"What am I, your nurse?" Sawyer scowled.

Jack leaned back, grinning.

"You are enjoying this way too much, you lazy bastard."

Jack trumped him with another coughing fit. Sawyer sighed, tipping the water bottle up to his lips. "Pace yourself, doc. You only got the two lungs, ya know."

OK - a cheesy prompt gets a cheesy fic. ;-D LOL.

Jack froze, then hastily pushed Sawyer off of him. "Uh, it's not what it looks like," he said to Sayid, who stood, arms crossed, that little knowing smirk on his face.

"Of course not." Sayid said, practically giggling. "You both just happened to fall asleep in the same bunk. Naked."

"You got it, Pancho," Sawyer said with a lazy grin, stretching so that his whole body was on display. "Now unless you want to join us --"

"Sawyer!" Jack tried unsuccessfully to cover Sawyer's mouth with his hand.

"-- Unless you want to join us, how 'bout you go back to button-pushing duty?"

"Of course." Sayid nodded and turned to go. "I see you are busy enough pushing each other's buttons."

*mwah wah* ;-D

Jack couldn't look away as Sawyer drank the bottle in one go, Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow, water trickling down his chin, and over his throat, until it was just glistening moisture on his bare chest.

"Do you know what you're doing to me?" he whispered as he passed by, so low no one else could hear.

Sawyer smiled, that infuriating cocksure grin that always set a slow fuse burning in Jack, and slowly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He tossed the empty bottle to Jack. "Why dontcha fill 'er up, doc?"

Jack tucked the bottle into his backpack, stifling the urge to return Sawyer's smile. "You want it back, you come get it." And he walked off, whistling.

Awww, thank you hon! *sickly kisses in return* Hope your day was a good one!

Aww, thank you! Hope you had a good one!

Thank you love! And hee, yes, the demand for the J/J is high! I'm gonna have to take a run at the rest of these tomorrow.

Hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day! ;-D