OMG I JUST WROTE SPONTANEOUS PORN. I FEEL SO LIBERATED. I HOPE THIS IS SOMEWHAT HOT AND NOT JUST AWKWARD OMG......
He had wanted to get Jack worked up. He was a con man. He knew it would be easy. He just didn’t realize it would be this easy.
Or this awesome.
Sawyer had been running his mouth off about something or another, watching as the good doctor slowly revved himself up into a frenzy of frustration. He had expected him to lose his temper, maybe even take a swing.
What he hadn’t expected was for Jack to fix him with a heated stare for a good fifteen seconds before practically lunging at him, pinning him against a wall of the hatch, both of his wrists clasped above his head in one of Jack’s hands.
“Dammit, will you ever shut up? Your goddamn mouth. Shut up. Shut up! Fuck!” Jack attacked his mouth, pressing his own against Sawyer’s and thrusting his tongue inside.
Sawyer realized he may not have given Jack enough credit. He was using his bulk to keep Sawyer pinned to the wall, and a delicious thrill crept up Sawyer’s chest when Jack fisted the material of his shirt in his free hand, unsure of whether he was about to get punched or fucked.
Jack apparently made up his mind and reached for the button of Sawyer’s loose jeans, using his deft surgeon’s fingers to get them open one handed and letting out a little grunt of appreciation when he realized Sawyer wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Jack thrust his hand into the V made by the open zipper and found Sawyer already half hard, which only fueled Jack’s frustration. He fisted his hand around Sawyer and pumped, angling his own hips and rutting against Sawyer as he worked him off.
Sawyer could feel perspiration beading up on his temples. He tried to keep his hips from hitching up into Jack’s fist, but he was quickly realizing that maybe he had given up the control of this situation. And maybe he didn’t care.
“Make you shut up,” Jack muttered, giving a few more pumps of his cock before reaching down further and dragging his index and middle fingers across his balls.
Sawyer shuddered and came over Jack’s hand, his hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm. Panting, he took a moment to clear the ringing in his ears before realizing that Jack had let go of his arms and now stood staring at him, unsure of what he has just done.
With a slow smile spreading across his face, Sawyer gave a languorous stretch of his pleasantly sore arms before pulling his jeans back over his hips. Fixing Jack with a stare of his own, he quickly flipped their positions, pressing him up against the wall.
Pausing a moment, loving to watch the wheels click in that infuriating, irresistible, self-righteous bastard’s brain, Sawyer left Jack in suspense for a moment before gracefully sinking to his knees.
Smirking at Jack’s shocked expression, Sawyer looked up as he went to work on his belt. “Well shit, Doc. Seems like we’ve wasted a whole lot of fuckin’ time dancin’ around each other, huh?”
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Jack/Sawyer, D/s, R - HATCH FIC
Date: 2010-04-20 05:12 am (UTC)He had wanted to get Jack worked up. He was a con man. He knew it would be easy. He just didn’t realize it would be this easy.
Or this awesome.
Sawyer had been running his mouth off about something or another, watching as the good doctor slowly revved himself up into a frenzy of frustration. He had expected him to lose his temper, maybe even take a swing.
What he hadn’t expected was for Jack to fix him with a heated stare for a good fifteen seconds before practically lunging at him, pinning him against a wall of the hatch, both of his wrists clasped above his head in one of Jack’s hands.
“Dammit, will you ever shut up? Your goddamn mouth. Shut up. Shut up! Fuck!” Jack attacked his mouth, pressing his own against Sawyer’s and thrusting his tongue inside.
Sawyer realized he may not have given Jack enough credit. He was using his bulk to keep Sawyer pinned to the wall, and a delicious thrill crept up Sawyer’s chest when Jack fisted the material of his shirt in his free hand, unsure of whether he was about to get punched or fucked.
Jack apparently made up his mind and reached for the button of Sawyer’s loose jeans, using his deft surgeon’s fingers to get them open one handed and letting out a little grunt of appreciation when he realized Sawyer wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Jack thrust his hand into the V made by the open zipper and found Sawyer already half hard, which only fueled Jack’s frustration. He fisted his hand around Sawyer and pumped, angling his own hips and rutting against Sawyer as he worked him off.
Sawyer could feel perspiration beading up on his temples. He tried to keep his hips from hitching up into Jack’s fist, but he was quickly realizing that maybe he had given up the control of this situation. And maybe he didn’t care.
“Make you shut up,” Jack muttered, giving a few more pumps of his cock before reaching down further and dragging his index and middle fingers across his balls.
Sawyer shuddered and came over Jack’s hand, his hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm. Panting, he took a moment to clear the ringing in his ears before realizing that Jack had let go of his arms and now stood staring at him, unsure of what he has just done.
With a slow smile spreading across his face, Sawyer gave a languorous stretch of his pleasantly sore arms before pulling his jeans back over his hips. Fixing Jack with a stare of his own, he quickly flipped their positions, pressing him up against the wall.
Pausing a moment, loving to watch the wheels click in that infuriating, irresistible, self-righteous bastard’s brain, Sawyer left Jack in suspense for a moment before gracefully sinking to his knees.
Smirking at Jack’s shocked expression, Sawyer looked up as he went to work on his belt. “Well shit, Doc. Seems like we’ve wasted a whole lot of fuckin’ time dancin’ around each other, huh?”