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Clean (Jack/Sawyer fic NC-17)

Title: Clean
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Synopsis: Sawyer has a plan to get even with Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up through "Deus Ex Machina"
Note: Written before "Do No Harm." For foxxcub’s JKS ficathon, requested by storydivagirl who wanted J/S, swimming, bickering, and another castaway commenting on the two of them, but no Kate and no mush. Hope this fits the bill.

Sawyer swore and put down his book. He’d read the same paragraph five times and it still wasn’t making sense. Sure, the new glasses helped, but his mind kept straying to how he’d gotten the damn things. And he kept seeing Jack’s smirk every time he put them on. That bastard had ruined reading for him.

He couldn’t decide what made him madder, the good doc’s conning him into revealing he’d slept with hookers -- in front of Kate, that cocksucker! - or that infuriating damn pat on the back. Like Sawyer was his dog or something.

And then there was the way he’d tricked him into thinking he was dying of some unpronounceable disease when all he needed was fuckin’ reading glasses. Sawyer wanted to punch that smug look off Jack’s face.

He began thinking of ways to get back at Jack, but nothing seemed good enough. Taking his things was what people would expect Sawyer to do. Same with simply beating him up. No, he had to find a way to humiliate Jack, to let him know it wasn’t OK to toy with Sawyer. The fucker had to pay.

He almost preferred the morose, moralizing doc, the one who always looked at him and shook his head in disgust. This new Jack, the one who openly mocked him and laughed in his face -- where the hell had he come from anyway? He reminded him of someone, but Sawyer couldn’t think who.

And then it hit him. Jesus, Jack was acting like him. The teasing, that annoying poking at someone’s weakness, that smug smile. Fuck. Jack had been studying him. And damned if Sawyer hadn’t let it get to him. Let it burrow right under his skin and stay there like some really persistent breed of jungle rash.

Humiliating him in front of Kate was the worst, thing, he decided finally. Why the hell hadn’t he just lied when Jack asked him about the prostitutes and STDs? He hadn’t said anything, and Jack had assumed yes on both scores. Well, it was true, wasn’t it? He’d let a hooker blow him now and then. And yeah, he’d picked up a few unpleasant days here and there, but that was easily cleared up.

It would have been so much easier if he’d just lied and not let his own silence damn him. But funny thing, he’d given up lying ever since Sydney. Or maybe before. It’s not like he took an oath, but whenever a lie tried to cross his lips, it just died there, leaving a cloying metallic tang that only booze would wash out.

Sawyer pushed the glasses up his forehead and put his hand to his head. It was just going to be one of those days when the past wouldn’t let him go. When every thought circled back to Sydney. Or Knoxville. Or all the million lies he’d told in his life.

“Another headache?”

Sawyer looked up. Jack was standing over him, hands on hips in that habitual stance of his. He actually looked concerned, the bastard.

Sawyer considered lying. It would be simpler to say he did have a headache and blame the glasses and the jerk standing in front of him. “No,” he sighed, sorry for being so damn truthful.

“What is it then?” Jack asked, sitting down next to him as if they were friends for Chrissakes.

“None of your goddamn business,” Sawyer snapped.

“Well, I am your doctor,” Jack said, trying to kid Sawyer into a good mood. It wasn’t working.

“Yeah, one with a really shitty set of ethics,” Sawyer said. “You think it was funny asking me about all that in front of her? When you knew I just needed glasses?”

“I had to be sure, Sawyer. I had to rule out ...”

“Rule out what?” yelled Sawyer. “My chances with Kate?”

“Whoa!” Jack said, holding up his hands. “That is not at all...”

--
“There they go again,” Hurley said, pausing between casts of his fishing net.

“Who?” answered Charlie, distracted, as he maneuvered the net.

“Jack and Sawyer. Arguing about Kate.”

Charlie looked up. “Oh. Is that what they’re arguing about?”

‘What else could it be, dude?”

A knowing smile twitched at Charlie’s lips. “Nothing. You’re right, mate. Let’s fish.”

--

“I was in a bad spot and you fuckin’ took advantage of that,” Sawyer fumed, jabbing his finger at Jack. “And then you make me think I’m fuckin’ dyin’ or something! And then laugh in my face. Where the fuck do you get off, anyway?”

Jack smiled. “Where do I get off? Usually some quiet spot in the jungle when I can get away.”

That stopped Sawyer cold. Jack was smiling at him again with that infuriating grin. Fuck. Was he flirting with him? And the too-vivid image of Jack, cock in hand, eyes closed tight, mouth open, jerking off under a tree somewhere came unbidden to Sawyer’s mind. Jack jerking off -- and thinking of him. A flush spread across Sawyer’s cheeks. His jeans suddenly felt too tight.

Fuck. Sawyer needed to say something before Jack realized the effect those words were having on him. “Don’t dodge the issue,” he said, gruffly. “You were a Class-A jerk. You fuckin’ owe me.”

“What do I owe you, Sawyer?” Jack said with a good-natured grin.

Shit. Sawyer wasn’t able to rile him anymore. He just took it all with a smile.

What was up with Jack? If Sawyer was a girl and they were both in grade school, he might think Jack liked him in that pull-your-pigtails, chase-you-on-the-playground kind of way. Except they were both grown men and “liking” someone was pretty damn juvenile. Next he’d be asking Kate to ask Shannon to ask Jack if he “liked” him. That made Sawyer smile, before remembering he was steaming mad at Jack.

“How about a sincere apology, for starters?” he barked out, trying to take back that accidental smile.

Jack thought this over. “Fine. Just as soon as you apologize for all the shit you’ve put me through.” He stood up. “Watch those eyes.” And as he walked away, he patted him on the shoulder again.

That fucker! Sawyer fumed, still feeling the warmth of Jack’s hand like he’d been burned. He was still flushed with anger. And with something more than anger. His mind kept going back to the image of Jack masturbating.

Maybe this was the way he could get back at Jack. He let his mind play with the idea of catching Jack at it, of sneaking up on him and whispering in his ear, “Who are you thinking of?” And Jack would groan, “You.” “Who do you want?” “You.” And then when he’d gotten him to admit it, he’d ... what? Leave? Laugh? Kiss him?

Tingles spread up and down Sawyer’s thighs. Shit. He shook his head. Where the hell did that come from? But the idea had taken hold and he knew he was going to do it. He’d follow Jack and surprise him.

But over the next few days, Jack kept giving him the slip. He couldn’t find whatever crazy corner of the jungle Jack chose to spank the monkey.

For now, it would have to remain just a bizarre little porn loop in his head, playing constantly. He pictured Jack’s knees going weak, heard his moans as he shot cum onto the jungle floor, saw him fall to his knees, panting, delirious from the release, sweating and sticky and ... looking to clean up. And then Sawyer realized where he would find Jack.
---
Jack stripped off his clothes and dove into the clear water of the lagoon. Sawyer had staked himself out a spot here hours ago, and his hunch had paid off. He watched Jack’s body gliding through the water, finding himself already hard with anticipation.

His reasons for being there had grown a little foggy. It was revenge, he told himself, but as Jack’s arms sliced through the water, his mind wasn’t on revenge at all.

It didn’t look like he’d be able to step right into that little steamy scenario that had taken over his mind. Fuck it, he decided, and undressed quickly, before he could change his mind.

He waded in, keeping a careful eye on his prey. He swam up behind Jack and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him under.

Jack struggled hard, pulling Sawyer down with him. They turned over and over, spiraling downward, their limbs tangled together as the water rushed around them. Sawyer’s lungs were bursting. He wanted to surface, but now Jack had him firmly by the arms and he wasn’t letting go. Jesus, he was strong. Sawyer tried to throw a punch, but could only feebly hit against Jack’s back. Through the green-blue swirl of water, he saw Jack grin at him.

Fuck, Sawyer swore, and they they both shot up to the surface, gasping for air.

“You tryin’ to kill me?” Sawyer said, spitting water.

Jack treaded water, still wearing that same annoying, cocksure smile. “Hey, you’re the one who decided to get cute and grab me.”

“Brother, when I get cute you’ll know it,” Sawyer said crossly. His plan wasn’t going very well so far. He’d wanted to get the drop on Jack, but he couldn’t seem to get the upper hand lately. The doc kept wiggling out of his control.

“I’ll take that apology now,” Sawyer announced, shaking the dripping hair out of his eyes.

“I’m sorry -- you wanted me to apologize?” Jack said, his grin never dimming.

Sawyer swam closer to him again, until he could feel the warmth emanating from Jack’s body. “I want you to admit why you were asking me about STDs and shit.”

“Why do you think?” Jack answered amiably.

“Maybe you wanted to make sure I was clean before ...” Sawyer paused, watching the pulse in Jack’s throat jump.

“Before what?” Jack’s voice was low, and deeper than usual. The way he was staring at Sawyer made him shiver.

“Aw, fuck,” Sawyer said, and reached out and grabbed the back of Jack’s head, pulling their lips together. Jack didn’t hesitate. He thrust his tongue inside Sawyer’s mouth as his arms went around him and his thighs encircled Sawyer’s legs.

Keeping Sawyer in a firm grip, he moved his left hand to Sawyer’s neck, running his thumb along Sawyer’s jawline as they kissed, stubble rough against his cheek.

“I never did finish your exam,” Jack said with a grin as they pulled apart. His right hand traveled across Sawyer’s thighs, the movement sending an eddy of water swirling around Sawyer’s cock before his hand closed on it.

Sawyer shuddered at Jack’s touch. “You didn’t ask me,” he said softly, staring into Jack’s dark brown eyes wonderingly. “Don’t you want to know if I am clean?”

“Are you?” Jack said, that thumb still pressing against Sawyer’s neck in a way that made his dick throb.

“As a newborn babe,” Sawyer panted. “Now, anyway.”

“I was kind of a bastard, wasn’t I?” Jack laughed. “But now I know.” He started to rub Sawyer’s cock in the same rhythm he was using on his neck. Sawyer groaned and closed his eyes, giving himself up to Jack’s commanding touch. He didn’t know how they were managing to stay afloat but the thought couldn’t compete with the way Jack was making him feel.

“Jesus,” he swore, shivering in anticipation as he felt the orgasm build. The hand on his throat tightened, which somehow increased the pressure on his cock. He could feel the release building and building inside him, but he didn’t come yet, not with that hand cutting off his air.

He started to gasp, desperate for air, for release, when Jack let go suddenly and he came with a rush as the air hit his lungs. He melted into Jack, feeling as if he were dissolving into water, as if there was nothing left of him, just enough left to crash like a wave against Jack’s chest.

But he was still here, Jack still holding him tight as they warm water washed over them. His mouth found Jack’s, hungry and open and far from satisfied.

“Come with me,” he said, jerking his head to the shore.

Jack didn’t ask, just let go and followed him out of the water. Sawyer’s legs were still shaky as he climbed out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this peaceful. Getting off with Jack did a body good.

He drank in Jack’s nakedness with his eyes, lingering on his broad chest and the tattoos on those strong arms. And his cock, which was beautifully hard. “Get on your knees,” Sawyer said and Jack obeyed him.

“Put your hand on your dick,” Sawyer said as he got behind Jack. He laid his chin on Jack’s shoulders, and pressed his body against Jack’s back. He ran his hands over Jack’s chest possessively, feeling himself get hard again as his fevered Jack fantasy was unfolding almost as he’d imagined it.

The afternoon breeze hit their wet bodies and they both shivered pleasurably as Jack began to stroke himself with a firm grip. Sawyer put his hand over Jack’s and cupped his balls with the other. Jack’s head fell back against Sawyer and Sawyer covered his mouth with his own, their tongues thrusting hard against each other. Beads of sweat began to form on Jack’s chest as he neared orgasm.

And suddenly being behind Jack wasn’t good enough. He had to see his face as he came, feel it with him. He moved around to Jack’s side, pulling Jack’s arm around his neck, getting as close as possible. Jack was very near to the edge. His eyes were squeezed tight and his mouth dropped open as he panted, just as Sawyer had envisioned.

“Come for me, Jack,” Sawyer whispered, as his hand went to the base of Jack’s cock, giving it a firm, decisive squeeze. Jack gasped and his body quaked as the orgasm hit him. He came hot and hard into Sawyer’s hand. His head lolled to the side and Sawyer was there to catch him as he went limp. Sawyer licked the sweat off his chest, and then he brought his hand to his mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of Jack.

Jack opened his eyes and smiled weakly. Sawyer put his thumb in Jack’s mouth and he sucked on it, his eyes never leaving Sawyer’s face. Sawyer added his tongue to the mix, his thumb moving to Jack’s jaw, echoing his gesture.

They grasped at each other, neither willing for the embrace to end. As soon as they broke apart, the reality of this little episode would come rushing in.

Finally their passion died down and they each sat back, sizing the other one up. Neither one spoke for what seemed like ages.

“So is this a one-time thing or what?” Sawyer asked, his face stony in anticipation of the brushoff.

“I don’t know,” Jack said carefully. “It would be kind of a shame, wouldn’t it?”

Sawyer didn’t answer, still not sure where this was going.

“I mean, now that I know you’re clean, there’s a lot of things we could be doing.”

“You sneaky bastard,” Sawyer said, punching him in the arm. “But why the hell did you have to ask me all that shit in front of Kate?”

“Well, it was too much fun to see you squirm,” Jack said, his face lighting up as he shot a teasing smile at Sawyer. “And have you ever tried telling Kate she’s not needed somewhere? She doesn’t exactly listen.”

Sawyer threw back his head and laughed. “So do I get my damn apology already?” he asked when his chuckles had subsided.

“I’m sorry ... you’re such a tease.” Jack laughed.

“Me! What about all that talk of jerking off!”

“That was one comment, Sawyer,” Jack said, but he looked rather smug.

“You fucker. So how long have you ...”

“Ever since I saw you in those glasses,” Jack giggled.

Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Funny. No, seriously...”

“Since I first saw you, dummy. But maybe really, since that day you came to the golf course.”

“Yeah?”

“It was the first time I thought you weren’t a complete jerk. How about you?”

“Me? I don’t know. You were pretty tough when you wanted that damn suitcase.”

“Yeah? You like me being tough?” Jack raised one eyebrow.

“Shit. We are not having this conversation,” Sawyer said and leaned over, his lips parted. “Just kiss me, you jackass.”

“The name is Jack,” he said as he rolled against Sawyer.

“Fuck you, Jack. So, since I am clean and all...”

“You read my mind,” Jack said, his head moving down Sawyer’s thighs.

Tags: jack/sawyer, lost_fic_s1
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