Summary: On a sweltering hot day, Jack and Sawyer go swimming at the waterfall
Note: Although set after S3, this has more of an S1 or S2 feel to it. Dedicated to all my J/S fangirl friends who might need cheering up. *hugs* Using for fanfic100 prompt "Shade."
Sawyer had reread the last paragraph six times. He seemed to remember Carrie being a lot juicier, but it was too damn hard to concentrate.
Might be the way the sun glinted off the water. Could be how fucking hot it was today, the kind of stifling, breezeless day where your clothes stuck to you, and, even more annoying, your glasses slid down your nose every 10 minutes.
But it wasn’t really the weather that was distracting him from the tale of a teenage misfit.
Sawyer hated to admit it, but he was lonely. It was his own damn fault, really. He sat out here, day after day, with his nose in a book, ignoring everyone’s overtures of friendliness until at last they’d all stopped.
Hurley had cajoled him into acting like some kind of leader when Jack was gone, but now Jack was back and there was no call for Sawyer to do anything but retreat to his solitary spot on the beach.
Even Kate had given up on him. Not like she’d ever wanted more than a quick fuck whenever she felt lonely. She’d never even stayed the night... He shifted in his seat, refusing to give into self pity. It’s not like he’d really loved her. She’d just been a warm body, a pleasant diversion from the monotony of being marooned on this damn island.
Things were back to normal, or whatever counted for normal around here. Jack was back in charge and Kate was back to following Jack’s every move and that was fine by Sawyer.
The only real change was Juliet, who, after never leaving Jack’s side, had abruptly started keeping her own company. She’d made her own attempt at buttering Sawyer up by bringing him this book. “Thought maybe you’d run out of reading material,” she'd smiled as she offered him the battered paperback.
“Yeah, thanks,” was all he’d said as he took it from her, and when he’d refused to engage in more chitchat, she’d just nodded and walked away. She sat on the other end of the beach now, reading her own book, and he figured she was lonely too. If he had a mind to, he could get her alone, probably get her on her back with very little effort, but what was the point? She didn’t do a damn thing for him and even if everyone else had forgiven her, he hadn’t forgotten how quick she was with that Taser.
He watched now as Jack walked over to her. Juliet looked up at expectantly, flashing her warmest smile, but Jack only exchanged a few pleasantries and then was on his way.
Sawyer peered intently at the book, determined not to acknowledge Jack’s presence as he walked by. It was a little hard to ignore him, though, when he stopped right beside his chair.
“Enjoying the book?”
“Mmm hmm.” Sawyer didn’t look up.
“Juliet give it to you?”
“Yeah. Guess she already read it.” If there was a question in there somewhere, he wasn’t going to sniff it out. Let Jack think what he wanted about Juliet’s book-lending policies.
Jack stood there for a moment longer, casting a fidgety shadow over Sawyer’s lap and then he tried a different angle.
“Hot enough for you?”
Sawyer waited a beat, as if he were so absorbed that he could barely tear himself away. When he finally glanced up, it was to level a withering gaze at Jack. “This is what passes for conversation with you?”
Jack grinned, shifting his backpack to one shoulder, unfazed by Sawyer’s chilliness. “Well, we could stand around and talk about how hot it is or we could go cool off.”
”Ocean’s right there, be my guest.” Sawyer gestured with the book towards the shore, just a few yards away.
“Thought maybe somewhere a little more shady would be better,” Jack said raising one eyebrow in a manner that on someone else might have been on suggestive, but looked entirely out of place on the face of the Great Doctor Shephard.
”That swimming hole of yours. I hear it’s nice.”
Sawyer made an “ahh,” sound and closed the book. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been?”
”Actually, no. I was hoping you could show me the way.” When Sawyer didn’t answer right away, Jack’s grin grew wider. “Bet you wouldn’t say no to a swim yourself.”
Sawyer thought of a dozen smart-assed retorts but a cool swim did sound perfect today. “Well, Doc, for once you and I are in complete agreement,” he said with a grin, putting the paperback down.
Jack, true to form, set off first and Sawyer watched in disbelief before pulling him back by his T-shirt. “Hey, who’s leadin’ this expedition?”
Jack turned, hands on hips. He looked prepared to tell Sawyer off, but instead he just smiled. “Lead on, McDuff.”
Sawyer quirked an eyebrow at him but let that one go. He made only a mild “hmmph” noise as he passed Jack.
The hike was longer than he remembered and soon he wished he’d brought some water. His shirt was clinging to him and his jeans were starting to chafe and he just wanted to dive into that cool lake already. He stopped to wipe his forehead with his sleeve and Jack tapped him on the shoulder. “Here,” in his outstretched hand Jack held a bottle of water.
“Thanks.” Sawyer nodded and downed the whole bottle, letting the excess run down his chin. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and then sighed, “Fuck it,” and lifted the shirt off over his head. “Whew, that’s better,” he said.
He nodded at Jack, who followed suit, stripping off his sweat-soaked white Tee. “Better,” Jack nodded. “Are we close?”
“Oh yeah, you’re my best friend, remember?” Sawyer scoffed
Jack laughed, seemingly against his better judgment, and then said, with some impatience, "Close to the waterfall."
”Yeah, we’re close,” Sawyer grinned, pointing vaguely to the trail ahead. “Shouldn’t be much longer.”
”Good.” Jack sounded more like his usual, uptight self as he mopped his face with his balled-up shirt.
Sawyer broke into a jog when he recognized the path leading down to the water and Jack started running too. There was something about running so fast downhill that seemed to jostle loose a laugh because they were both laughing breathlessly now as they ran towards the inviting roar of the waterfall.
“Wow,” Jack gasped, stopping at the sight of the falling water and the clear, blue pool. “This is great.”
Sawyer barely stopped, hopping in his haste as he pulled off his boots, and threw them aside once he'd gotten them off. He didn’t want to wade in slowly this time but climbed up high on the rocks, pausing for just a moment before diving in. The water was cold enough to take his breath away, but damn, did it feel good. He surfaced feeling cleansed, rid of the sweat of getting up here. He shook his head, partly to whip his wet hair out of his face and partly for the sheer joy of being in the deliciously cool water.
“Hey, you filming an ad there?” He looked up to see Jack, now stripped to his skivvies, preparing to dive in. With a broad grin, he exaggeratedly mimicked Sawyer’s head toss.
“Watch it!” Sawyer wagged a dripping finger at him but Jack was serious now, preparing for his dive. He stared hard at the spot he was aiming for and crouched low, thighs tensed, eyes dark with concentration as he gathered himself. Sawyer watched, admiring Jack’s form, as he leaped from the rock, slicing into the water with a much smaller splash than Sawyer’s freefall had caused.
“Whoo!” Jack yelped as he surfaced, wearing the biggest grin Sawyer had ever seen on him. Jack shook the water out of his hair and dove down, flashing his white briefs as his body jackknifed below the surface.
Sawyer didn’t see where he’d gone, until he felt a tug under his ankle and was suddenly dragged under. Oh, it’s ON, he thought as he caught sight of Jack’s impish grin as they struggled, sinking farther into the cool depths. He grabbed Jack tight around the waist and they both shot to the surface, panting.
Jack started to laugh and push him away and that only made Sawyer hang on tighter and then they were plunging below the surface again, twisting and bucking against each other. Sawyer refused to release him and Jack wouldn’t stop struggling and so they dove deeper, corkscrewing through the water.
Finally, Sawyer waved his hands in defeat and pointed up. Jack let go and Sawyer swam to the surface, sucking in air greedily. “Damn, man,” he panted when Jack appeared next to him, that big, he-man chest of his heaving as he caught his breath too. “You got a world record in holdin’ your breath?”
”Nope,” Jack had the audacity to grin smugly. “But then I never smoked.”
“Jerk,” Sawyer said halfheartedly as he swam towards the shore. “That's an unfair advantage.” He waded out slowly, his sodden jeans unpleasantly heavy with each step. He sat down and then, collapsing in slow motion, laid down on his right side, letting his head fall lazily onto his outstretched arm.
“Guess so.” Jack joined Sawyer on the sand beside him. He reached his arms overhead and let out a deep sigh as he stretched from head to toe. “Wow, that was prefect. Thanks, Sawyer.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Sawyer said, drowsy now from the exertion. It was cooler here in the shade, but still warm enough that if he closed his eyes he was pretty sure he could drift off into a nice nap.
“The book ... it didn’t mean anything?”
Sawyer’s eyelids fluttered. “Always figured it was about the horrors of being an outcast.”
“Oh.” Jack sounded flustered. “Oh yeah. I meant ... your borrowing it.”
“Oh, that.” Sawyer propped himself up on one elbow. “You mean, do I have some kind of special sex for books exchange thing with Juliet?”
Jack managed to nod and shrug at the same time, like the answer, whatever it was, couldn’t possibly concern him.
Sawyer took his time answering since Jack was so anxious to know if a member of his harem had strayed. Fat chance. “Why no, I can’t say that I do. Maybe I should have driven a harder bargain for that copy of Redbook I gave her.” Sawyer shook his head, grinning good-naturedly at the fool next to him. “Don’t worry, she’s still head of the Jack Fan Club.“
Jack snorted. “Hardly. You’re the one who always gets the women.”
Sawyer lay back on the sand, closing his eyes. The breeze felt good, almost like a caress. “Right. Keepin’ ‘em’s another story. Sleepin’ alone these days, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Yeah?” Jack’s voice was throaty, barely a whisper, like he was on the verge of sleep himself.
Sawyer nodded, doubting Jack was even paying attention anymore.
Something warm brushed his hip. Too solid to be the wind this time. More like a hand, a rough male hand settling on his waist, uncertainly at first, and then moving, more surely, over Sawyer’s stomach.
He opened his eyes to see Jack staring at him intently, mouth parted slightly, concentrating just as hard on Sawyer as he had when he’d been preparing to make that dive.
Sawyer breathed out slowly because suddenly his heart had sped up of its own accord. Jack kept moving his hand, trailing his fingers over Sawyer’s chest, pausing over the swell of his bicep, over the hard line of his jaw. Jack’s fingertips brushed over Sawyer’s lips, slowly back and forth, sending shivers through him. He opened his mouth to let his tongue sweep over Jack’s fingers, to taste his touch and that made Jack shiver. Jack's hand moved to Sawyer’s cheek, his thumb rubbing at the line of his jaw as Jack closed the distance between their mouths.
His kiss was like the shock of that cool water after a long hike, exhilarating and calming at the same time, like the fulfillment of something he’d wanted for a long time without even realizing it.
Fuck that nap.
Jack’s hands roamed over Sawyer, sure in the need to touch him but incapable of focusing on just one part. As nice as being vigorously groped from thigh to shoulder by the Doc was, Sawyer was of a more singleminded nature. He took Jack’s right hand in his left and guided it beneath the waistband of his jeans. Jack had that intense look of concentration again as he tried to copy Sawyer's movements, to match his grip. "Feels good," Sawyer nodded, easing his hand out of his jeans and rubbing Jack's arm. "Really good." He moaned his encouragement, his own arousal mirrored in the widening of Jack's eyes, in the undeniably sexy way Jack's mouth hung open.
Jack impatiently undid Sawyer’s zipper, drawing his cock out, pausing to let it lay heavy on his palm for a moment. With his other hand, he slid three fingers into Sawyer’s mouth, his eyes dark with desire as Sawyer’s sucked on them. He returned his hand to Sawyer’s cock with the welcome slickness from Sawyer’s own mouth, displaying an eagerness to please that marked this as either his first time jerking someone off or just an overall professionalism that extended to sex. It didn't matter to Sawyer; he was already so close to coming that he was seeing sparks, even if it was just the shifting sunlight reflected in Jack's eyes.
Jack’s face was inches from him and they panted through Sawyer’s climax together, Jack breathing nearly as hard as Sawyer was. Sawyer dug one hand into the sand, the other clutching Jack’s arm deep enough to leave a mark as the pleasure spiked and he felt the giddy, disorienting rush of leaving his body even as he was right here, in Jack’s arms.
He gave Jack a sloppy, breathless kiss, luxuriating in the heat of their bodies pressed together, his lazy and sated, Jack’s still hard and aching.
Jack’s wet underwear already didn’t leave much to the imagination and now his erection threatened to be the end of this particular pair of briefs. Sawyer slipped his hand inside the slit, pushing the fabric aside until Jack's cock sprang free. He inched down Jack’s body until he could flick his tongue out and taste him. Jack groaned and his knees fell to each side, his hips arching up. “You want this bad, don’t you, babe?” Sawyer teased. “You need it?”
"God, yes. Need you.”
“Only if you ask me real nice,” Sawyer purred, brushing the backs of his hands over Jack’s thighs. The hair on them was standing up, as every hair on Jack’s body surely was. And, glancing at that thickly furred chest, that was a whole lot of hair at his command. Lying before him, eager and more than willing, was a whole lot of man.
“Since you asked so nice....” Sawyer pressed Jack’s legs even farther apart and then, slowly, so slowly, he took Jack into his mouth. He never thought he’d hear Jack make undignified, greedy noises like that when he slipped one slick finger inside his ass, never thought Jack would utter such a beautifully filthy string of curses as brought him close to the edge and then backed off. He never thought he’d make Jack come as hard as this, fingers clasped tight in his hair, body jerking in abandon as Sawyer swallowed every drop. Never imagined Jack would pull him up for a long, slow, heated kiss, afterward, wrapping Sawyer in a loose-limbed embrace of satisfaction.
“Well, Doc, I gotta confess, I didn’t have a clue,” Sawyer said at last, giving Jack’s ass an affectionate pat.
Jack nuzzled Sawyer's neck. “No? I thought you were so good at reading people.”
“Guess I been too busy readin’ books,” Sawyer shrugged. “Clearly, I’ve been wastin’ my time.”
”Clearly.” Jack said, lazily running his hands through Sawyer’s hair like it was his personal plaything. “So, is it a good book?”
”’s all right. Not nearly enough sex.”
Jack grinned. “Well, that’s a terrible shame. Not enough sex is very bad for your health.”
“Why doc, what do you suggest?”
”Always follows doctor’s orders, for starters.”
Sawyer hooked a leg over Jack’s hips, pulling him closer, until they were groin to groin. “So what about patient’s orders?”
”Mmmm, well, that’s negotiable,” Jack smiled. The rest of what he was going to say was muffled by Sawyer’s mouth.