For misse1977, who drew me this lovely drawing of Jack watching Sawyer sleep. AWWWW! Thanks!
Jack always woke up first. He’d always been a morning person and the island hadn’t changed that. It didn’t matter how late he’d been up or what he’d been doing. Even if he’d been up all night taking care of someone or if he’d just lain there, staring up at the moon until sleep finally came, his eyes would open on their own as soon as the sun hit a certain angle and that was it. There was no getting back to sleep.
Sawyer didn’t ever fully wake up until at least after noon and God help anyone who tried to get him up earlier.
So nearly every morning, Jack would just lay there, watching Sawyer sleep. He looked so peaceful in slumber, his face slack, with only the slightest shadow passing over his face now and then.
Sawyer’s eyes were racing under his eyelids now, caught up in the midst of a dream that had him clenching his jaw and breathing hard.
Jack tried to imagine what he was dreaming about. It wasn’t intense enough to be a nightmare this time. Then he’d wake up bathed in sweat, taking a minute or two to realize where he was and that Jack was there and everything was OK. He'd mumble some lame explanation and swat away Jack's attempts to soothe him. Sometimes he'd get up and go for a walk or a smoke and after a while Jack quit asking if he should come with him.
Sawyer never told him what the nightmares were about and Jack didn’t press. They seemed to be getting less frequent anyway, and if he stopped to think that maybe that had something to do with him, the enormity of it made him catch his breath.
But it was one of the things they didn’t talk about. Like this.
Jack never told Sawyer he started his day by watching him, watching over him, as if the simple act of lying next to him could protect him from harm as he slept.
Sawyer was still dreaming, his face furrowed in a frown. There was one way to give him good dreams, Jack smiled, and reached for Sawyer’s fly. He undid the buttons carefully and Sawyer shifted in his sleep.
His breath hitched as Jack’s hand drew his cock out. He just held it for a second in his palm, warm and heavy, as drowsy as the rest of Sawyer. He still slept, but now his dick sprang to life, growing hard at Jack’s familiar touch. Jack spit in his hand and started to slowly run his hand up and down the length of him, watching his face intently.
Sawyer sighed in his sleep and unconsciously moved his hips closer. His eyelids fluttered as Jack teased his hand over his balls now, still trapped in his jeans.
“Mmmm.” It was half a moan, half a protest. Sawyer didn’t want to wake up, even for this.
“Lazy bastard,” Jack whispered. A flush spread over Sawyer’s throat and into his cheeks and his chest started to heave now, breath coming in hot bursts. Finally his eyes flew open and he grabbed Jack’s hand, pressing it hard against his cock, as he bucked his hips up.
“Molestin’ me in my sleep?” he panted, a sly smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.
Jack just grinned in response, watching that sleepy little boy look on Sawyer’s face fade and be replaced by one of sensual abandon, his tongue caught between his teeth as he stifled his moans. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again to lock with Jack’s, silently begging him to go harder, to make him come now.
He didn’t get close enough to kiss him yet, because other than watching Sawyer as he slept, Jack’s favorite thing was to watch him come.
Jack shifted just a little closer, wanting to feel the heat from Sawyer’s body, wanting to feel every shudder. Those blue-green eyes swam before him, drowning in pleasure, fighting to keep control until it was too much for him and he threw back his head and came in a hot spurt all over his hand, biting his lip with a helpless cry.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Jack grinned, running his finger over Sawyer's cheek.
Sawyer opened his eyes again, glaring at him, but with a flash of dimples. “You can’t ever let a body get some sleep?” He rubbed his face, putting on a show of being irritated. “That’s it. The next time you’re asleep, I’m going to ...”
Jack smothered his mouth in a kiss and Sawyer never did finish his sentence.