The Boys From Tennessee II

The Boys From Tennessee II
Rating: NC17 M/M slash. Spanking/pain, rimming, anal sex, oral sex
Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing: Sawyer & Peter
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

Chapter 11
The Sailboat

After Peter had begged Sayid to talk with Jack about their plans to go get Walt, he walked over to Sawyer’s tent. Sawyer stood up as he approached, offered him some lunch and water and encouraged him to eat some since he’d thrown up everything earlier in the day. Peter sat down and ate slowly with Sawyer. He didn’t really have any appetite. They sadly watched the graves being dug for Ana and Libby off in the distance. Peter sighed and Sawyer turned and looked back at him. “You okay Pete? I can tell you’re still upset.”

Peter shook his head no, “I’m not okay, but there isn’t anything anybody can do about it. This is bad timing for me to have Libby to die now. I’m really anxious and depressed. And on top of that y’all are leaving tomorrow and who knows when I’ll see you again. I’m real worried about you going with them to the other side of the island. Everything just feels so hopeless to me right now.”

“I know you don’t want me to go tomorrow, but it’s something I feel like I gotta do Pete. There’s still people here you can depend on if we’re gone longer than we think. I promise I’ll do everything I can to get back here to you.” Sawyer got up and walked over to Peter and put his hand gently under his chin and made him look him in the eyes. “I want you to promise me that you won’t do anything to yourself while I’m gone and that you’ll wait on me and don’t give up on me. Promise me Peter…”

Peter looked him in the eyes, “I promise…” Sawyer bent over and kissed him on the lips.

“That’s my Tennessee boy. You know I love you right?” Peter nodded yes and stood up slowly and wrapped his arms around him. Sawyer held him tightly and finally kissed him on the forehead. “I hate to break this off, but I gotta go help with things for the funeral. I promised I’d help move the bodies to the gravesites. You’re planning on coming aren’t you?”

“Yeah I’ll be there, but I’m gonna hang back Sawyer. It’s gonna be intense for me and I don’t want to go to pieces if I can help it. I’ll see you there.” Sawyer nodded to him and walked off in the direction of the hatch.

Later in the afternoon they held a double funeral. Jack spoke up for Ana Lucia and talked about how she was a person of few words and that she’d been a policewoman before coming to the island. Hurley said a few sentences about Libby. He was so torn up about losing her that he found it hard to talk about her, but he mentioned that she was a counselor and that she’d helped people on the island, had helped him too. Peter stood towards the back of the crowd, leaning against one of the trees and wiping away the tears. He knew what Libby meant to Hurley and it hurt him to hear his voice. Then Hurley declared that he was going with Michael back to the “Others”. Peter shook his head sadly, ‘It’s a fool’s mission.’ he thought. About the time they were going to break up Sun saw a sailboat coming into the cove and yelled. Jack, Sayid and Sawyer pulled off their shirts and shoes and swam out to the boat and discovered Desmond, who had been in the hatch when they’d first discovered it. It caused quite a stir in the camp. Everyone wanted to know who he was and why he had come there in a sailboat. Peter knew they’d all know soon enough.

Desmond apparently was devastated that he’d been unable to chart a path away from the island, but was led back to it again. As it grew dark he sat on the beach near one of the fires and was working on getting drunk with a bottle of liquor. Jack tried talking to him for a while, but Desmond really wasn’t interested. Peter waited for Jack to leave before he went by to talk with Desmond. Peter introduced himself to Desmond and asked if he could sit down. Desmond gestured to the ground and Peter sat down. Peter said he’d heard that Desmond had been typing in the code for two years. Desmond just nodded. Peter said it must have been a very lonely job being there alone. Desmond took a bigger drink and offered Peter a drink. Peter reached over, took the bottle and matched his drink before handing it back. Peter asked him if he had any more alcohol in the boat or with him. Desmond said yes there were a couple more bottles on the boat. Peter asked if he was interested in trading or bartering for one of the bottles.

“I doubt you’ve got anything on this island I’d be interested in,” Desmond replied.

“Don’t know, I might have somethin’ you’d be interested in.” Peter lowered his voice, “I do have some unusual sex toys you might like. Or for that matter you might decide you’d rather have some sexual satisfaction after being alone for so long.”

“I can wank off myself like I’ve been doing and it won’t cost me anything. I don’t generally mess around with other men.”

“Do you have a whole bottle of rum or whiskey that size?” Peter asked gesturing. Desmond nodded yes. “I’ll let you fuck me or I’ll give you a blow-job for a whole bottle.”

“Well, that’s an interesting proposition now.”

“I’ve been told I’m as good a fuck or better than a woman.”

Desmond raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment. “Well, Peter you don’t beat around the bush do you? Seems like alcohol would be in short supply on this island or you wouldn’t want it so badly. So it might be worth more than a one-shot deal.”

Now Peter’s eyebrows were raised. He really did want a whole bottle for himself. “So what do you propose Desmond?” he asked.

“Three times, my choice of which I want, a blow-job or a shag, when I want it, the way I want it.”

Peter thought a moment. “Then I want two caveats. I have a boyfriend here, Sawyer, and I don’t want him to know about it, the deal or the sex, so no demanding it in front of other people. You have to be discrete. Second, I won’t fuck you if you’re drunk like you are right now. I don’t like having sex when someone’s drunk. But I’ll agree to three times if I can get the bottle tonight.”

“You certainly have a lot of demands for a man who wants something so badly.”

“It’s only two requests Desmond. I guarantee you’ll enjoy it, I’m very experienced.”

“I’ll bet you are. I can’t believe I’m considering this, but it has been a very long time since I had sex. Alright then, do you want the bottle now?”

Peter looked all around and took off his windbreaker. “Sure, you got it here?” Desmond nodded, reached in his backpack and pulled out a full bottle of whiskey handing it to Peter. Peter wrapped it in his windbreaker as he stood up.

“As long as you’re not drunk, you let me know and I’ll get you off however you want it. I promise.”

“Okay, brother I’ll expect you to be living up to it,” Desmond stated. Peter nodded and left for his shelter with the bottle. Once inside he buried the bottle in the sand so anyone searching casually wouldn’t find it. He went back out to the large campfire and looked around. He did notice Sayid and caught his eye. Peter walked down to the water’s edge and Sayid walked that direction in five minutes and joined him as though talking casually.

“I talked with Jack, Peter, and I think he believes me about Michael. They’re still going but we’ve devised a plan to try and provide back-up for him.”

“Well, I’m glad he’s listening to you. I’ve been watching Michael today and I’m more convinced than ever he is behind what happened.”

“I think you’re right also Peter. I think the Others want Jack, Kate, Sawyer and Hurley in exchange for Walt. We’ve just got to hope we’ll be able to out-maneuver them at their own game.”

“Try and take care of them Sayid, but don’t forget to take care of yourself too,” Peter said quietly. “Be careful.”

“We will be Peter, so try not to worry.”

“Do you know where Jack is?” Peter asked.

“He’s at the Hatch preparing for tomorrow. He’s spending the night there. They’re leaving in the morning.” Sayid said as he walked on.

“Okay thanks,” Peter said. Peter looked out at the sailboat in the water and decided to go and talk to Desmond again.

“Hey Desmond,” he said as he walked up to him. Desmond was sprawled on the ground now. The bottle was almost empty. He was definitely drunk now.

“Well hello again Peter Ford! Is there something else you want or have you come back to offer partial payment?”

Peter smiled but shook his head no. “Actually I wanted to ask you something else. If you’re not going back out tonight can my boyfriend and I sleep on your boat? We won’t disturb anything or take anything. I’ve slept on a sailboat before and I just wanted to again. We’ll come back in early tomorrow morning if it’s okay.”

“Sure lad, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m not going back out on that damned boat. Have at it then.” Desmond lifted the bottle as though toasting him.

“Thanks Desmond. I appreciate it.” Peter smiled and walked off back towards the campfire. He sat down and waited for Sawyer to show back up. Around dusk Sawyer returned and seemed to be in a better mood.

He’d brought them something to eat which they ate at the campfire. Peter was eager to talk to Sawyer to see if he could interest him in staying on the sailboat. He asked Sawyer to walk along the lagoon with him. It was dark now with a half moon rising on the horizon, slipping in and out of the clouds.

“I wanna ask you somethin’ Sawyer. Would you stay on the sailboat with me tonight?”

“Well, I wasn’t expectin’ that. Why’d you wanna stay there when we got perfectly good tents here on dry ground?”

“Cause I wanna have sex with you on the boat before you go off to hunt the Others tomorrow. I asked Desmond if we could sleep on the boat. He doesn’t care.”

Sawyer pulled him over to him and held him closer. “You wanna do that? I thought I’d made you too sore. Plus after everything that’s happened today I’d think…”

“I wanna fuck you in spite of all that. I’m sore, but there’s no tellin’ how long you’re gonna be gone. Please… I’m beggin’. It’ll be fun. We’ll be alone on a sailboat. We can come back first thing in the mornin’. Do this for me… Please?” Peter pulled Sawyer closer and began kissing him slowly along his neck and jaw working his way to his mouth. He slipped his tongue into Sawyer’s mouth and he moaned. He pulled his tongue back and Sawyer’s tongue followed. Sawyer’s hands moved down his body until he had both ass cheeks in them. He lifted and pulled Peter against him. They could feel each other’s erection as Sawyer rubbed against him.

Sawyer came up for air. “Well, I guess I can sleep on a boat for one night.”

Peter grinned and playfully kissed Sawyer. “We can use the rubber raft and paddles to get over there. I’ll meet you back in five minutes.”

Sawyer nodded. It didn’t take them long to reach the anchored sailboat floating in the lagoon. They checked out the accommodations and left their things below. Sawyer found an open whiskey bottle and brought it topside. They sat out on deck for a long while talking and exchanging the bottle back and forth. When the clouds would clear Peter would point out certain stars and constellations.

“It’s amazin’ to me that you know so much about the night sky, where all the stars & planets are. You’ve got a gift for it.”

“I don’t know. A lotta people can do the same thing. What’s harder though is for me to figure out what everything is here. We’re in the southern hemisphere so everything’s different. There’s the Southern Cross. I think I could still navigate by the stars though. Desmond shoulda had me on board. I coulda probably gotten him back to mainland somewhere without a compass.”

“Not without me.”

“Nope, I wouldn’t leave without you.”

Sawyer grimaced a little as he thought about what Peter had just said. He was leaving the next morning with Michael’s group without him. They sat quietly for a while listening to the waves lapping against the hull. There was a good breeze coming in off the ocean. It was late now and everyone on the beach had turned in.

Sawyer took a last swig of the whiskey and spoke, “You tired? You wanna turn in or fool around some?”

“That’s what we came here for. I wanna fool around. We can sleep after that.”

“Okay first mate, I think you should take the wheel.” Sawyer stood and offered Peter a hand up. Sawyer gestured over to the ship’s wheel. “Try her out.”

Peter smiled and put his hands on the wheel, and rubbed the wood. It had a good feel to it. Sawyer came and stood behind him. “Keep your hands on the wheel first mate.”

“Aye, captain.”

Sawyer began to unbutton Peter’s shirt and opened it up. He stepped against Peter and ran his hands across his chest, pinching his nipples as he began to nibble his neck and ear. Peter moaned as he felt his cock begin growing harder in his pants. Sawyer pulled the shirt down his arms and lifted one of his hands at a time from the wheel and replaced them there. Peter shivered slightly as the ocean breeze chilled him slightly. Sawyer pulled him close again and was running his hands all over his body. Peter twisted slightly and Sawyer kissed him repeatedly. Peter almost lifted his hands from the wheel when he felt both of Sawyer’s hands leave him but he kept still. Sawyer stepped to his side and began stroking his own cock through his jeans.

“Hands on the wheel at all times first mate or you’ll be punished,” Sawyer threatened.

Peter begged, “Please captain, touch me. Don’t leave me like this.”

Sawyer smiled as he reached around Peter and rubbed his hands roughly over his jeans and crotch. “Is this what you want?” he whispered. Peter groaned, nodded and moved against him – pushing his crotch up against his palms. Sawyer unzipped his pants and took Peter’s cock and balls out, caressing them. Peter’s head rolled back slightly. He wanted this so badly and he was always turned on when Sawyer took charge and topped him.

Sawyer began stroking him slowly but firmly. Peter’s breath was rapid and harder. Sawyer pulled his pants down his legs and had him step out of them. Peter was stripped naked and shivering slightly, holding the ship’s wheel, in full view of the beach. “You’re naked on deck and I’m playing with your cock first mate. There’s enough light that anyone on board or in port can see what I’m doing to you. I’m using you for my own pleasure and you have to obey because I’m the captain and my word is law on this boat.” Sawyer didn’t realize that they were indeed being watched intently by two different men on-shore, one of whom was Sayid. Sayid was holding binoculars with one hand and masturbating with the other as he watching them playing.

Sawyer stepped away again and walked to the side. Peter was growing frustrated, wanting to heat things up and he took both hands off the wheel to reach for Sawyer. Sawyer growled, “Hands on the wheel! You’ve been disobedient first mate and you’ve got to be punished for your disobedience. I told you to keep your hands on the wheel at all times!” He shoved Peter back towards the wheel. Peter took it in his hands.

“I’m sorry captain. I won’t disobey you again.”

“No you won’t. I’m going to make sure you remember.” Sawyer walked behind him and used his foot to move Peter’s legs further apart and had him stand further back while still holding the wheel. He ran his hands over Peter’s bare ass and through his legs roughly rubbing his balls and cock before separating his ass cheeks and squeezing them.

Peter closed his eyes and whispered, “Oh God you’re not going to spank me are you?”

“That’s exactly how I’m going to punish you.”

Peter was breathing shallow and rapidly anticipating what was coming. He hated getting spanked worse than just about anything. Sawyer stepped back to his side again.

“I want you to count them and thank me for them. You know how.”

Peter sucked on his lower lip and braced himself for the first slap. Sawyer drew back and slapped him hard across his ass. Peter let out a little gasp in spite of himself. “One, thank you sir.” It stung like the devil. Sawyer slapped the other cheek just as hard. The sounds traveled to the beach. “Two, thank you sir!” Sawyer kept them up. Peter’s rear began to darken in the moonlight. Sawyer had got him up to 25. Peter was whimpering now before he could count it aloud. It was hurting. As they passed 30 Peter was wincing and tears ran down his face. Sawyer stopped and ran his fingers gently across his ass caressing him. Peter almost screamed at the sensation. He felt Sawyer go down on his knees behind him and gently kiss his cheeks before he separated them and began gently rimming his asshole. Peter gasped and began moaning quietly. It was almost too much sensation after the spanking he’d just received. Sawyer wet his index finger and gently pushed it into his ass, in and out. He stood slowly unzipping his jeans, taking out his own rigid cock and Peter heard him spit into his hand. Sawyer slicked his cock the best he could and ran his fingers across his entrance. Sawyer lined up and slowly pushed in.

He got about half in when Peter gasped and begged him to stop for a moment so he could adjust. He was still sore. Peter nodded in a little bit and Sawyer began slowly thrusting in and out.

“Please go faster. I can take it now. Please…”

Sawyer sped up, wrapping his arms around Peter, kissing him. Peter was trying hard to be quiet but knew his quiet moans were still probably reaching the beach over the water. It didn’t take long before Sawyer was coming in him, moaning and calling Peter’s name. He slipped out of Peter and pulled him back from the ship’s wheel, holding him. “I wanna get you off now Pete. You wanna a fuck, a blow-job or what?”

“I wanna a blow-job in the bunk below, if that’s alright.”

Sawyer grinned, “That’s fine first mate. You might want to take your clothes with you.”

Peter picked up his clothes and led the way downstairs. Sawyer stripped off his clothes and slipped into the bigger of the berths. Peter climbed in beside him gently lowering himself into the bed. Sawyer went down on his cock right away swirling his tongue around the head and up and down the sides while stroking his cock and balls. Peter wished things could stay like this forever, but it wasn’t long before Sawyer had him coming. His cum shot up his chest. Peter lay heavy in the bed, too tired and worn out to move. He was relaxed though and knew he’d be asleep shortly. Sawyer reached over and got a towel and wiped him off before lying back down against him. They kissed one another gently. It took almost no time before they were both asleep holding one another.

When they got on-shore the next morning they both went to their tents to change clothes. Shortly Michael, Kate and Hurley were on the beach waiting on Jack and Sawyer. Jack arrived next.

Peter waited outside Sawyer’s tent. He didn’t want to see the whole group off. Sawyer stepped out with his backpack and guns. “Hey Tennessee boy, you doing alright?” Sawyer gave him a quick kiss and held him. “You were absolutely great last night. I’m going to be thinking about you the whole time I’m gone. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me you know?”

Peter smiled. “You take care of yourself Sawyer, and them too if you can. You do what you have to do to survive cause I don’t think I’d ever get over it if something was to happen to you.” Sawyer nodded. Peter reached around his own neck and took off a hemp string necklace that he’d made. He slipped it over Sawyer’s head. Jack was facing their direction and trying not to show he was watching them.

“That’s the necklace you wove from that hemp rope isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite. I want you to wear it while you’re gone to remind you of me waiting on you here. Bring it back to me yourself. Understand?” Peter smiled as he looked in Sawyer’s eyes.

“You know come hell or high water I’m coming back for you. You’re the most important person on this planet to me.”

Peter nodded yes. He almost couldn’t speak. They could hear Jack calling for Sawyer to join them.

“I love you Pete, more than anybody.” Sawyer kissed him again.

“I love you too Sawyer.”

“And you’ll take good care of yourself?”

Peter smiled. “Aye captain - I will.”

Sawyer grinned, “That’s my Tennessee Boy!”

He knew that if Sawyer was alive he’d make it back somehow.