Fic-tastic!
Alas my time off work is coming to an end, but the bonus is that I've had time to write two more fics - hurrah I hear you say! Think I will have to post them in two seperate posts for ease of reading, so here's the first: a PWP! With tattoos! Yay! And no weirdness like in my previous fics! Savour if you like 'em cos this'll probably be all I can write for a while...booo!

Title: Green
Characters: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17 - it's a wee bit smutty this one! :) Plus some bad language
Spoilers: None I don't think, if you're up to date with current episodes, only minor if you're not
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not making any money



Jack wasn’t surprised when he heard twigs snapping underfoot behind him; he’d had an idea that someone had followed him into the jungle, and a fairly good idea who it was.
‘What do you want, Sawyer?’ Jack said with a sigh, not bothering to turn around as he picked up a branch for firewood, stamping on it with a little more force than necessary to snap it in two.

‘Well good morning to you too, doc,’ Sawyer drawled sarcastically, but there was something a little off in his tone that made Jack glance at him; a glance that told him there was something off in Sawyer’s body language too, some uneasiness that wasn’t usually there, that made Jack straighten up and look at him with a frown.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.

Sawyer took a few steps forward, narrowing the gap between them to a couple of feet. It wasn’t much distance, when they were stood in a spacious clearing, and it made Jack feel like stepping back, but he held his ground.
‘I worked it out,’ Sawyer said, his gruff voice surprisingly soft, the look on his face something like Jack had never seen directed at himself before; something like tenderness.

Fuck.

‘Worked what out?’ Jack said, unable to decide once he’d said it if he’d kept his tone neutral enough, and he bent to position another branch under his foot, well aware his emotions showed too clearly on his face, in his eyes, at the best of times.

This was not the best of times.

‘Why you brought her,’ Sawyer said.
Jack laughed, once, a sound tinged with bitterness, momentary relief flooding through him. Sawyer was talking about Juliet.
‘Well, I already explained that, so looks like you wasted some valuable thinking time.’
Sawyer had taken another step closer, and Jack felt his pulse pick up, felt his stomach clench.

‘Yeah, you did. Thing is, you were bullshitting. That’s what I worked out.’
Jack tucked the two broken pieces of branch into the bundle under his arm; he couldn’t carry any more, and he really didn’t want to be having this conversation right now; he was done with explaining himself to everyone, particularly about Juliet.
‘Good for you,’ he said, as he stepped past Sawyer.

‘You brought her so you wouldn’t be on your own anymore,’ Sawyer said quietly, not moving.
Jack paused, opened his mouth to say something, what he wasn’t sure, then shook his head and started walking again.
‘I also worked out it’s my fault,’ Sawyer said, raising his voice slightly, so Jack would hear as he walked away. This time Jack did stop, he couldn’t help it, and anger spiked in him, sharp and fierce.

‘Your fault?’ he echoed, turning to face Sawyer. ‘Because Kate chose you over me? Because you two fucked in a cage?’ He shocked himself with the harshness of his last words, and he shocked Sawyer too, he could tell; anger clouded Sawyer’s face for a moment before he obviously dampened it down. Jack mentally kicked himself, hard; he’d let himself feel the jealously, just for a moment; the jealously that had taken his breath away back there watching the monitor in that control room, and that had shaken him to his core, because it had been directed at the wrong person.

Kate, not Sawyer.

And that brought up a whole other set of issues, ones Jack had thought long buried. He’d just about managed to push them to the back of his mind again, when Sawyer said what he said next.

‘It’s my fault 'cause I chose Kate ‘stead of you,’ Sawyer murmured.

Jack’s entire world seemed to tilt on its axis; he simply couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. He blinked, knowing there was an utterly blank expression on his face, as Sawyer closed the distance between them again, only an arm’s reach away again.

‘What?’ Jack whispered.

‘I chose her instead of you. Made the easy choice ‘stead of the right one.’

‘What?’ Jack said again, confusion now making him angry, disbelief warring with ridiculous hope, hope that simultaneously thrilled and terrified him.

Sawyer’s tongue darted out to wet his dry lips, pink against the tan of his face, and it gave Jack a visceral start.
‘You don’t need her, Jack. She’s your easy choice. And since she’s up to no good, she definitely ain’t the right one.’

Sawyer reached out, closing his hand round the bare skin of Jack’s forearm. The touch startled Jack far more than it should; he took a quick step backwards, dropping the branches he’d gathered. Sawyer stepped forward to match the distance again, pulling gently on Jack’s arm to close it even further, until they were just inches apart. If Jack just leant forward, he’d…he could feel his face burning, his pulse pounding in his throat.

‘I know it hurt you, seeing me and Kate, and I’m sorry,’ Sawyer whispered. ‘Let me make it up to you.’
Jack closed his eyes, dropping his head and shaking it.
‘This is ridiculous,’ he whispered back, face tensed into a frown, still disbelieving but not quite willing to step backwards, to break away.

He had to know.

Sawyer leant in slightly, his breath ghosting over Jack’s cheek, and when he spoke, his mouth was so close to Jack’s ear that his lips danced lightly over Jack’s skin, making him shudder.
‘Is it? I know you’ve felt it, been there ever since the first day.’

He pulled back ever so slightly, now facing Jack, mouth just there, and Jack grabbed Sawyer’s other arm with his own hand, gripping hard, not pushing or pulling, just anchoring himself. He was unbelievably tense, trembling, and he could feel that Sawyer was too, his breath uneven.

Jack looked into blue-green eyes, startling clear, and for once, he let go. ‘Too stubborn for our own good,’ he breathed, and in the next moment he gasped, bucked, because Sawyer’s mouth was on his, firm, insistent, just lips, warm and moist. He tightened his grip on Sawyer’s arm, must be painfully tight now, leaving finger marks, but he dared not let go, not yet. Instead he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly, eyes searching Sawyer’s face for something that would tell him to back away, that this wasn’t what it seemed, but he saw only hunger.

Now he let go, threading the fingers of his free hand through Sawyer’s long hair, pulling Sawyer’s head forward and opening his mouth to this kiss, his tongue darting out, wetting Sawyer’s lips, a little startled by his own audacity, and instantly Sawyer was surging against him, kissing back hard, tongue deep in his mouth and a ragged moan in his throat. Sawyer let go of Jack’s arm, moving his hands to Jack’s back, digging his fingertips into Jack’s flesh, kneading his muscles, slipping one hand down to the hem of his t-shirt, sliding his palm underneath and up onto Jack’s bare skin, slick with sweat. He took a step forward, pressing the lean length of his whole body against Jack’s, pushing slightly, and it made Jack stumble backwards, tripping on the uneven ground, landing in the dirt.

‘Sorry ‘bout that,’ Sawyer whispered, sounding anything but, as he laid his body down over Jack’s, his hair hanging forward, tips tickling Jack’s face. Jack dug his fingers into Sawyer’s hips, seeking out the masculine ridges there, feeling the heavy weight of Sawyer’s hard cock against his own hip.

‘You’re never sorry,’ Jack gasped back, shifting onto his side slightly, pulling Sawyer by the waistband of his jeans until he had their hips together, until he could thrust his own hardness against Sawyer’s, and he let out a long, guttural groan, mouth now at Sawyer’s throat, lips dragging against the scruff of his stubble.

Sawyer had his hand round Jack’s arm again, the inked one, and he held it up slightly, rubbing his thumb over the tattoos on the inside of his elbow.
‘It feel any different here?’ he asked, almost casually, and Jack realised that Sawyer wasn’t in any kind of a hurry to end this. It made him harder, if that was possible.

‘Not physically. In my head it does though, if that makes sense,’ Jack replied, wondering slightly at his own honesty, honesty that was rewarded when Sawyer bent his head to Jack’s arm, licking and biting wetly at his skin there.
‘Fuck,’ he gasped. ‘Oh fuck.’
Sawyer glanced up at him and grinned.
‘Been wanting to do that ever since I saw ‘em,’ he murmured. ‘Got any more I ain’t seen yet?’

Jack didn’t answer, just watched the way the sunlight glistened on Sawyer’s moist lips, on the dampness of his own skin where Sawyer’s mouth had been, adding nuances to the colours already marked there. Sawyer’s eyes darkened.

‘You fucking have, haven’t you?’ Without waiting for a reply he pulled at Jack’s t-shirt, stripping if off him, a quick examination of his chest and back before reaching for the fly of Jack’s jeans, deftly opening it with one hand and tugging them down over Jack’s hips. He’d got them just to the point when Jack’s pubic hair was showing thickly before he paused, hints of ink just showing on the sensitive flesh of Jack’s hip.

‘Oh fuck me,’ Sawyer whispered, fingers tracing the pattern where it emerged above the denim. ‘What is it?’

‘The ocean,’ Jack whispered, and lifted his hips, pushing his jeans down, his boxers with them, unabashed. Sawyer sucked in a breath as the intricate waves were revealed, his attention more on the tattoo than Jack’s cock, and he traced each twisting spiral with his fingertips, before replacing them with his tongue, his fingers curling lightly around Jack’s cock.

Jack bucked off the ground, his hand snapping to cover Sawyer’s, to close his hand tighter. Sawyer scraped his teeth over Jack’s hipbone and Jack almost came then, somehow holding it down as he pushed Sawyer over onto his back, almost tearing at his clothes. Sawyer watched him calmly, thumbs digging into Jack’s hips as Jack freed his cock, only reacting with a groan as Jack took him in hand, a few firm strokes before shifting down Sawyer’s body, placing open-mouthed kisses to his chest, stomach, just to the side of his cock.

Sawyer skimmed his fingers over Jack’s short hair, rubbing at his scalp, all the time watching Jack’s mouth, his eyes locked on it as Jack wrapped his fingers around Sawyer’s base, as Jack licked a slow, broad stroke up from the base of his cock to the head, tightening the tip of his tongue to tease at his slit, and Sawyer bit the back of his own hand to stop himself shouting, shifting his hips impatiently. Jack wet his lips, glancing up at Sawyer, seeing only a fierce intensity on his face, all of his attention completely on Jack. He wet his lips again and mouthed at the underside of Sawyer’s cock, before sliding the head between his lips.

‘Holy fuck,’ Sawyer gasped, spreading his thighs unconsciously, glancing down Jack’s body: his broad back, the muscles playing across one another, the flesh just above his hips, his jeans, halfway down his ass because they had been pulled open at the front, and all of a sudden Sawyer was just about tipping over the edge.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna-’ he gasped, a hand on Jack’s shoulder as a warning, but Jack wasn’t shifting; instead he quickly wet a finger, trailing it down between Sawyer’s legs and over his entrance as he hollowed his cheeks. Sawyer arched his back as he came, loudly, not covering it up this time. Jack waited out the spasms, stroking Sawyer’s balls, before slipping his mouth off Sawyer’s softening cock, quietly spitting his cum onto the ground next to them, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then Sawyer was pulling at him, pulling him back up to lie across his body, Jack’s hard cock pressed against the warm skin of his hip.

‘You want in me?’ Sawyer asked, quietly but fairly confidently. Jack kissed him, gently.
‘Like nothing else,’ he breathed back. ‘But we can’t. No slick.’
Sawyer started shaking his head, saying ‘It doesn’t-’, but Jack cut him off. ‘No. It does matter.’
‘Got some in my tent,’ Sawyer drawled, and Jack knocked his forehead against Sawyer’s.
‘Then why the fuck didn’t you bring it, genius?’ he growled, grinding his cock against Sawyer’s hip, and Sawyer laughed, before rolling them so Jack was beneath him.
‘Had to make sure you’d come back for more,’ he replied with a wink, meaning it as a joke, but there was a thread of vulnerability there, and Jack tangled his fingers in Sawyer’s hair again as Sawyer slid down Jack’s body, not teasing like Jack did, aware that Jack needed to come, hard and fast, so taking him deep. Jack let out a strangled gasp, then almost stopped breathing altogether as Sawyer let Jack’s cock slip from his mouth, as he licked down over Jack’s balls before pushing his legs up and apart, and swiping his tongue down further, teasing wetly at Jack’s entrance.

‘You dirty fuck,’ Jack gasped as his cock surged and his hips snapped up off the ground. He felt Sawyer grin against his thigh as he slid a finger in through the spit he’d left with his tongue, crooking it as he returned his mouth to Jack’s cock and sucked hard. Jack came silently, his entire body tensing up, thigh muscles going rock-hard, fingers digging into Sawyer’s scalp. Sawyer waited until Jack’s cock was soft in his mouth, lapping up the last few traces of cum with his tongue, before settling himself on his side next to Jack, Jack on his back and breathing hard.

They lay together for a few minutes, Jack getting his breath back, Sawyer letting his fingers play idly over the revelatory tattoo on Jack’s hip.
‘She is up to no good, you know,’ Sawyer murmured.
‘I know,’ Jack replied, with sadness in his tone.
‘And I know you’ve probably got a plan. But you shouldn’t be trying to do it on your own.’
‘I know that too. Now.’
‘So tell me.’
‘I will.’
‘When?’
‘When we get back to your tent,’ Jack replied with a grin, and Sawyer laughed.