The Boys From Tennessee II

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

Chapter 12
This Is Your Time, Not Mine

Peter had felt very alone as he watched Sawyer, Jack, Kate, Michael and Hurley walk up the beach to hunt down the Others. Some time after they had left, Sayid, Jen and Sun had rowed out to the sailboat and left to provide backup for them. It was what Sayid had worked out with Jack. Peter sighed heavily. He knew it was a fool’s mission and that it was very dangerous. Peter knew first hand what these Others were capable of. He’d been kidnapped, beaten and raped repeatedly by some of their deserters. He felt sick and uneasy. So many of the Oceanic survivors had died since they’d been there. He tried to think about who was still in camp he could turn to. The people he was closest to had all just left camp or were dead already. He looked around to see who was still there. There was Charlie and Claire, but he’d have to be very careful around them, he didn’t want Claire to know what he and Charlie had done. Charlie obviously loved Claire and wanted to be with her. Of course there was still Nikki and Paulo, but he and Paulo had fucked in secret and Peter knew he’d have to be very careful around them also. There was Rose and Bernard, but they were older and he knew they didn’t approve of his behavior or lifestyle. There was Locke, but Peter had never felt relaxed around Locke and yet he couldn’t say why. He didn’t feel comfortable around Eko, the priest, either. Eko seemed very religious and spoke a lot about God and the Bible so Peter just avoided him.

There was his ex-girl friend Julie but he didn’t want to go crawling back to her. She’d been the one who had thrown him out and said she didn’t want anything else to do with him. It would be too humiliating to go back to Julie.

Then there was the new guy Desmond who’d done a pretty good job getting himself drunk last night. He thought about the deal he’d made with Desmond the night before for a full bottle of whiskey – three times he’d give Desmond whatever kind of sex he wanted, when he wanted it. He’d really wanted that bottle of whiskey, but now he had some regrets he’d given Desmond a blank slate. He felt at-ends with himself and restless. He hated feeling that things were out of control and there was nothing he could do about it. He decided to take a nap in the afternoon in his hammock. He slept for a couple of hours when he woke from sleeping with a start. He jerked awake and was surprised to see Desmond close by.

“Christ, you almost gave me a heart-attack. I wasn’t expectin’ you.” Peter put his arm over his head to shade his eyes and looked pointedly at Desmond.

“I didn’t mean to scare ya from yar sleep. Sorry for that. But I wanted to talk with ya.” Desmond was trying to act nonchalant but wasn’t succeeding. Peter could tell he wanted to talk to him about payment on their deal. Peter pulled himself upright and slid out of the hammock, standing up in front of it.

“Let me guess. You want to talk about my makin’ partial payment to you for the whiskey. You want a little afternoon delight.” Peter looked him in the eyes. Desmond kept eye contact with him and nodded. “Well Desmond we’ll have to find a spot that’s a little more secluded than here. You got any place in particular in mind?”

Desmond nodded no, “Anywhere ya can think of that’s more private, where we won’t have much of a chance of being discovered.”

Peter thought a moment. “I know a spot that may do. It’s up the beach beyond where my shelter used to be. There are some rocky outcroppin’s with a large sandy area inside of it. The rocks totally block anyone from seein’ and they’re at the tree line so there’s no problem with the tide. Sawyer and I have had sex there before. If that sounds okay let me go there first and give me about a ten minute head start. I’ll walk up along the tree line so it’s not obvious I’m ahead of you.”

“That’s okay with me brotha. I’ll let ya go ahead of me. Ya’ll keep an eye out for me so I don’t pass ya right?”

“Sure. I’ll watch for you. You got any special requests?”

“Not the first time. It’d be good if ya get me hard first and then let me shag ya.”

Peter nodded and said okay, feeling self-conscious now. He hadn’t thought this would make him feel anything in particular, but now it reminded him of when he’d hooked on the streets to survive. This made him feel like a whore. He sighed and forced a smile and said he’d see him there.

Peter made the walk quickly along the tree line and found the entrance to the circle of rocks easily since he’d been there before. This time was different though, he would be with Desmond instead of Sawyer. He thought about what kind of a lover Desmond might be. He was straight forward but a little nervous back in camp. Peter wondered if Desmond had even had sex with a guy before or not. He finally decided that he’d be able to tell a lot from how Desmond topped him and if he took charge or let Peter lead them. He was deep in thought and jumped startled again when Desmond spoke to him.

“I didn’t mean to startle ya. Ya okay? Ya seem tense and jumpy,” Desmond noted.

“How’d you get up here so quickly? I wasn’t expectin’ you this fast is all.”

“Ya walked brotha and I ran most of the way. I’m a distance runner. Though I’m still breathing a little hard. Haven’t done much running recently.” Desmond leaned back against the rocks.

“Well that explains how you got here so quickly. I’m a distance runner too but I walked. If you want company sometime to go runnin’ let me know.” Peter stood up slowly and dusted the sand off himself.

“Maybe we should see how things go first. Ya might not want to have anything to do with me after this.” Desmond frowned a little and sucked on the side of his mouth. He was more nervous than he wanted to let on.

Peter shrugged his shoulders, “I need a runnin’ partner. Sawyer doesn’t run for exercise and I’m concerned about runnin’ by myself so I hope you’ll be willin’ to try runnin’ together a few times. Just think about it…”

Peter moved closer to Desmond. He could see that he already had an erection bulging in his pants. ‘Just made it easier on me,’ Peter thought, ‘Won’t have to work to get him up.’ Peter walked over and reached out and gently took Desmond by the hand and led him between the rocks into the hidden area. It was a sandy area with plenty of room, with tall rocks circled around. Peter edged off his shoes and backed up to a flat rock face, pulling Desmond along gently. Peter let go of his hand and put both his own hands on Desmond’s hips, waiting for him to make the first move. He didn’t have to wait long. Desmond took his face in both his hands and kissed him slowly but with feeling. Peter could feel his own heart rate quicken as he kissed him back, matching what Desmond was doing. Desmond separated Peter’s legs by putting his right leg in-between them and leaned in against his crotch. Peter gasped quietly as they broke the kiss. Desmond gave a little smile as they kissed again and he slipped his tongue into Peter’s mouth.
Peter had little doubt that Desmond hadn’t done this before. He knew what he was doing to him. Desmond planted several small kisses across his face and jaw line and down his neck, kissing and nibbling at the hollow space as he began to unbutton Peter’s shirt and push it down his shoulders and off. Peter moaned. This was more like seduction than payment. Desmond was working him. He kissed him harder this time and ran his fingertips lightly over Peter’s nipples before pinching them hard. Peter whimpered into the kiss, but felt his cock hardening in his pants. His whimper seemed to spur Desmond on. He ran his hand roughly across Peter’s erection and Peter pushed into him. He began unfastening and drawing the zipper down to Peter’s pants, reaching in and taking Peter’s erection firmly in his hands. Peter was breathing harder and panting.

“I’m supposed to be doin’ this to you…” Peter said breathily.

“Ya’ll do exactly what I want, when I want it. Strip out of ya clothes, now.” Desmond ordered. Peter began pushing down his pants and stepped out of them quickly. Desmond reached around to his ass and pulled him up against him roughly as he kissed him firmly. It was having the desired effect. He had Peter horny and full of lust now. The sex would be good and not just an obligation. He bent down slightly and began to lick, suck and nibble on Peter’s nipples. Peter was moaning and running his hands across Desmond anywhere he could reach. Desmond slipped lower still and circled his tongue around the head of Peter’s cock.

“Oh shit, fuck… this is your time, not mine.” Desmond answered by looking up at him, wetting his lips and going up and down on his cock, sucking him hard. Peter made a higher pitched moan and tilted his head back. He’d come shortly if Desmond kept his up.

Desmond slowed up and licked his cock a few times before speaking again. “I want ya good and horny for this. Ya have to wait and come after I get mine though.”

Peter moaned frustrated this time. Desmond wanted him eager for this. Desmond moved even lower and sucked one of Peter’s almost hairless balls into his mouth, licked them both and then sucked on the other one as he caressed his ass. He moved to his cock again and sucked on it until he tasted a drop of pre-cum. He stood up slowly and pulled Peter away from the rock face to stand in front of him.

“Down on ya knees Peter Ford,” Desmond demanded. Peter obeyed him, going down on his knees and reaching up to undo his pants. “Wait until I give ya my cock. Understand?” Peter nodded, looking up into his face, trying to read him.

Desmond unfastened his pants and drew the zipper down. He slipped his pants down but didn’t step out of them. He took his own cock in his hands and began to stroke it firmly and quickly, making it harder. He stepped closer to Peter.

“Don’t do anything until I tell ya to…” Peter just nodded silently. Desmond began to caress Peter’s face and push against it with his cock. He smeared the pre-cum across Peter’s face as he moved it from side to side. Peter was breathing hard but not moving; he was following Desmond’s directions well.

“Lick my balls and then up the shaft.” Peter licked each ball and then turned his head sideways and licked up the side of his shaft stopping before the head.

“Open ya mouth and suck on it.” Peter didn’t have to be told what to do here. Desmond was moaning now. After a few minutes Desmond told him to wet it really good and to stand up. He turned Peter around facing the rocks and told him to bend over some and find a good hand-hold on the rocks. Peter could tell Desmond was pulling off his pants. He intended on giving him a good fucking. Desmond lined up with his ass and began to push in slowly until he was about half in.

Peter gave a pained gasp, “Wait please Desmond! Please let me adjust. Christ, it’s still hurtin’ some!”

“I thought ya were very experienced and this wouldn’t hurt ya.” Desmond’s voice softened.

“I am but…” He didn’t want to tell Desmond he’d begged Sawyer to fuck him so hard that he’d be too sore to fuck anyone else.

Desmond waited patiently and slowly felt Peter pushing back against him and moaning. Desmond pulled back and began a slow rutting shag. He draped himself against Peter and fondled him as he fucked him. Peter was moaning louder now from pleasure. It had been so long since he’d shagged anyone, Desmond felt as though all he could feel in the whole world was Peter’s tunnel squeezing him so tightly it had to be heaven. God, what sensations. Peter was so responsive and was moving against him on each stroke, fucking him back. He ran his hands across Peter’s chest and played with his nipples. He changed his angle and thrust a little harder.

“Oh God, fuck. Shit.” Peter moaned and Desmond could feel his contractions as Peter came in his arms. Desmond pushed against his prostate again and Peter let out a higher pitched gasp and seemed to go weak. Desmond couldn’t wait much longer, he sped up and his strokes became faster and harder. He closed his eyes and thought of someone else, wishing it was she he was shagging now instead of this young southerner. It put him over the edge.

“Oh yesss!” he cried out. He moaned loudly on each spurt as he emptied himself into Peter. He held still for a while before he kissed Peter on his back. Peter could feel him pulling out. Desmond turned him around and held him, kissing him on the lips.

“We need to get ya off now Peter. Ya’ve more than earned it.” Desmond picked up his and Peter’s jeans and spread them against a flattened rock area that formed a seat. Peter sat down and Desmond set next to him. “Do ya want to get yarself off?” Desmond asked. Peter nodded yes and began stroking himself faster, harder and with a small twist at the head of his cock. Desmond caressed him gently, urging him towards his orgasm. It didn’t take long until he was panting hard and cum was spurting up his chest. Desmond pulled him to him and kissed him twice before he caressed his face with his thumb. Peter looked in his eyes and thought they’d both been thinking of someone else, their bodies had their release but their hearts had been elsewhere. They got dressed silently before Desmond said he’d see him back at the camp.

“Thanks brotha. I needed that. Ya were right, ya were very good.”

Peter smiled and nodded. Desmond struck back out for the campsite and Peter sat down on the beach and watched as he walked back slowly. He sighed as he tried to sort out his feelings.