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G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
61
Views:
2,694
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Lost, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 14, Sawyer's Place
The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: NC17, M/M slash, oral & anal sex
Pairing: Peter & Sawyer in Sawyer’s tent; an unexpected surprise
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 14 (14/60)
Sawyer’s Place
When they got back to the tent Sawyer lit a small oil lamp he had created with a coconut shell and a wick. It created a very low light in the tent. Peter could see that it was a good sized tent and there was one smaller bed made of airplane seats and one larger bed closer to the sand that looked like Sawyer had just made it. It had several of the airplane blankets and a couple of the small airline pillows. Sawyer gestured at the larger bed, grinned and said, “I think that might be the largest bed on the island now. It’s big enough for two.” Peter smiled back, pleased that Sawyer had put so much effort into creating it. That explained where Sawyer had been for so much of the day – he’d been busy here. Sawyer offered him some food and water and Peter drank the water. It was getting late. It must have been close to midnight now he thought. Sawyer asked him if he’d like help undressing and Peter smiled and said he was good. So Sawyer peeled off his jeans and got into the far side of the bed and watched as Peter undressed unhurriedly. He was spreading his clothes and underwear on the other bed.
He has a great body, Sawyer thought, looking him up and down. Lean like a runner’s body maybe – well toned muscles and almost no fat. Really good looking, striking even – can probably get anyone he wants. Wonder if he really is 26? He’s got that same young, vulnerable look like Boone did. Peter bent over and blew out the little lamp and got into bed next to Sawyer. Sawyer pulled his naked body against him and kissed him on the shoulder. Then he threw his left leg and arm over him, whispering, “Sweet dreams lover boy.” Peter took Sawyer’s left hand and kissed him in the palm of his hand and pulled it against his chest. Sawyer sighed happily.
Early the next morning, as the sun was just breaking on the horizon, Peter woke up to Sawyer nibbling on his neck and earlobe and playing with his cock. He could feel Sawyer’s cock hard behind him.
“You always wake up horny? Or just when you wake up next to me? Peter said sleepily, “You’re making it hard for me to sleep.”
“That’s my intention,” Sawyer said huskily with a little laugh, “Make you hard.”
“Well cousin, you’re succeeding. You’re a seductive bastard.”
Sawyer laughed again, he liked hearing Peter talk like that. Peter rolled over to face Sawyer and they began kissing like they both couldn’t get enough of each other. Peter broke away and whispered, “My turn today,” and he began to kiss a trail down Sawyer’s neck as he massaged his chest and pinched his nipples. Sawyer moaned and put his hands in Peter’s hair and on the back of his neck. Peter went first to one nipple and then the other. Teasing them with his tongue and driving Sawyer nuts with his teeth before sucking them strongly into his mouth.
“God,” Sawyer said, “You’re good kid. You’re making me harder.” Then Peter slowly planted kisses across Sawyer as he made his way down to his cock. When he got there he put Sawyer’s cock in his mouth and swirled the head around and around with his tongue as he gently began to stroke Sawyer’s balls. He went down on Sawyer again and again. He had Sawyer trembling in his hands now, moaning softly.
He looked up at Sawyer, “I want you this time Sawyer. I want to make you want me, call my name, come for me while I fill you up. Ask me for it Sawyer.” He went back down on Sawyer’s cock and slipped his wet index finger slowly into Sawyer’s ass.
Sawyer bucked up, sounds of need pouring out of him. “Oh God yes! I want you to fuck me baby boy. You know I need it. I’m hungry for it.” Peter kept slowly pushing his fingers in and out, stroking Sawyer’s balls gently as he pulled his mouth off his cock. “Noooo,” Sawyer pleaded. “Don’t stop now! Please go ahead and take me. Look, there’s lotion right there on that box next to the bed. Pete, fuck me damn it and let me come.” Peter moved up and kissed Sawyer hungrily. Sawyer could taste his own precum in Peter’s mouth – so perverse, so pleasurable.
“That’s what I wanted to hear – you beg for it,” Peter whispered. He reached down and lifted Sawyer’s legs up by his knees and licked the underside of Sawyer’s balls. Sawyer reacted so strongly he feared for a second that he had already come, but he hadn’t. He gently stroked Sawyer’s cock and looked into his eyes.
“Trust me Sawyer?” he whispered. Sawyer just nodded. Peter gently licked his balls then took one of them into his mouth and rolled his tongue over and around it as he stroked his cock. Sawyer moaned wantonly. He’d never had a lover, male or female that had done that before. He was so turned on he almost couldn’t stand it. Peter let go and took his other ball into his mouth, gently sucking it and massaging it with his tongue before letting it slip out. He very gently took the skin between his lips and gave it a very gentle little shake. Sawyer really wanted him now, and was begging him for it. Peter reached over and took the lotion and smoothed it over his own cock, reached down and lubricated Sawyer’s ass again. He was so hard he could hardly stand it. He had wanted to fuck Sawyer so badly – God, he was so beautiful when he was so horny and so needy. He put Sawyer’s legs over his shoulders and positioned himself as he continued to stroke Sawyer’s cock.
He looked into Sawyer’s eyes and whispered, “I dreamed about making love to you like this last night. I’ve wanted you so badly – it hurt me cause I had to wait. This is for you James.” With that he slowly entered Sawyer full-hilt and listened to the sounds that Sawyer was making. He paused to let him adjust and slowly fucked him sliding in and out. He enjoyed the fact that he was making Sawyer nuts - just as he had made him nuts - with the slowness of his lovemaking.
“Jeez, I’m not a doll. Fuck me harder and faster Peter, please,” Sawyer begged.
“Are you sure lover? I don’t want to hurt you.” Sawyer nodded yes. Peter sped up some and started thrusting a little harder. “Is this what you want? To be fucked harder?”
“Even harder and faster. Fuck me into the ground. I wanna know I’ve been fucked hard,” Sawyer growled.
Peter replied, “I’m just the guy to give ya what you want. Holler if it’s too much.” Peter was breathing hard but he pulled out all the stops now. He wasn’t going to hold back. Sawyer wanted it hard and pounding, he would give it to him. Sawyer was very vocal – moaning loudly with each thrust as Peter stroked Sawyer’s cock harder and rougher. Peter was younger and had a lot of stamina and he wanted to please Sawyer. Sawyer’s moans had gone higher and his whole body was tensing up. Peter knew he was building up to orgasm. Peter spit into his hand, squeezed and concentrated on the head and top portion of Sawyer’s cock. He knew that would send him over the top and it did.
“Peter! Ohhh fuck Peter! Oh God!” Sawyer screamed as he came. Peter followed about 15 seconds later, he came so hard he wasn’t sure if he was breathing or not and his heart felt like it was gonna pound out of his chest – it was almost too intense. He had been holding back waiting for Sawyer to come first. His moans were quiet in comparison to Sawyer’s screams. He put Sawyer’s quivering legs back down on the bed and could feel Sawyer still having aftershocks from their lovemaking.
He reached up and stroked Sawyer’s face. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispered to Sawyer as he smiled. But I’ll bet you woke up everybody within a quarter-mile when you screamed my name.”
“I screamed your name?” Sawyer asked.
“Uh-huh, I don’t think anyone who heard you scream or moan has any doubt about what we were doing either.”
“Shit, I didn’t mean to scream,” Sawyer said frowning.
“Well, not much we can do about that now.” Peter smiled, tracing Sawyer’s mouth with his fingertips. Peter pulled out slowly, kissed him tenderly and lay down behind Sawyer so he could be close to him. He draped his arm over Sawyer’s body and held his hand over his heart so he could feel his heart beating and know he had caused that. He turned Sawyer slightly onto his back and lay partially on him. He kissed Sawyer again and again, stroking his hair. All of a sudden Peter was aware that the flap at the head of the tent had been raised and there was more light in the tent than there had been. Someone was standing there looking at them! He froze and stiffened unconsciously. It was enough that Sawyer knew immediately that something was wrong. Peter rolled off Sawyer and said one word “Kate!” She had not only heard Sawyer’s lovemaking screams and moans, but now she had seen them in bed naked together entwined as lovers. She looked at them both, horrified that her fears had come true – that they had become lovers, that Sawyer wanted Peter more than he wanted her. All she could say was “Oh God! Sawyer!” as she back away from the tent. Sawyer was putting on his jeans as fast as he could. Peter sat on the bed saying ‘shit’ over and over. He hadn’t wanted Kate to know, hadn’t wanted anyone else to know, but certainly not her. He knew her heart was breaking. He’d seen how she’d laughed with Sawyer, been with Sawyer, wanted Sawyer. Now she’d heard them, seen them lying naked together, spent from their lovemaking, kissing one another. Damn, he thought, it just keeps getting more complicated, hurting more people. He got up, cleaned up and put his clothes back on. He went outside in the morning light just in time to see Sawyer catch up to her further up the beach and try to talk to her, but she was beating and fighting him with everything she had. Peter sat down on sand, and held his head in his hands. He felt desolate at what he’d help cause, what he was witnessing now. She was screaming at him, calling him names, hitting him, but not giving in to him. Sawyer finally just let go of her and backed off. He yelled back at her, but she turned her back to him and ran off into the jungle. He stood on the beach now, not moving, watching her until she was out of sight. Then he turned away and walked further down the beach. Peter thought Sawyer might have been crying and it made his heart ache for both of them. Peter sat on the beach for almost an hour before he sadly got up and decided that he needed to go back to the hatch. Maybe Jack would let him get rid of the stupid nose splint, and release him today. He felt so confused, unsure where to go to or what to do. Hell, I better go back to the hatch, eat something and see if I can find Libby later he thought. He headed back into the jungle towards the hatch, feeling wretched.
Rating: NC17, M/M slash, oral & anal sex
Pairing: Peter & Sawyer in Sawyer’s tent; an unexpected surprise
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 14 (14/60)
Sawyer’s Place
When they got back to the tent Sawyer lit a small oil lamp he had created with a coconut shell and a wick. It created a very low light in the tent. Peter could see that it was a good sized tent and there was one smaller bed made of airplane seats and one larger bed closer to the sand that looked like Sawyer had just made it. It had several of the airplane blankets and a couple of the small airline pillows. Sawyer gestured at the larger bed, grinned and said, “I think that might be the largest bed on the island now. It’s big enough for two.” Peter smiled back, pleased that Sawyer had put so much effort into creating it. That explained where Sawyer had been for so much of the day – he’d been busy here. Sawyer offered him some food and water and Peter drank the water. It was getting late. It must have been close to midnight now he thought. Sawyer asked him if he’d like help undressing and Peter smiled and said he was good. So Sawyer peeled off his jeans and got into the far side of the bed and watched as Peter undressed unhurriedly. He was spreading his clothes and underwear on the other bed.
He has a great body, Sawyer thought, looking him up and down. Lean like a runner’s body maybe – well toned muscles and almost no fat. Really good looking, striking even – can probably get anyone he wants. Wonder if he really is 26? He’s got that same young, vulnerable look like Boone did. Peter bent over and blew out the little lamp and got into bed next to Sawyer. Sawyer pulled his naked body against him and kissed him on the shoulder. Then he threw his left leg and arm over him, whispering, “Sweet dreams lover boy.” Peter took Sawyer’s left hand and kissed him in the palm of his hand and pulled it against his chest. Sawyer sighed happily.
Early the next morning, as the sun was just breaking on the horizon, Peter woke up to Sawyer nibbling on his neck and earlobe and playing with his cock. He could feel Sawyer’s cock hard behind him.
“You always wake up horny? Or just when you wake up next to me? Peter said sleepily, “You’re making it hard for me to sleep.”
“That’s my intention,” Sawyer said huskily with a little laugh, “Make you hard.”
“Well cousin, you’re succeeding. You’re a seductive bastard.”
Sawyer laughed again, he liked hearing Peter talk like that. Peter rolled over to face Sawyer and they began kissing like they both couldn’t get enough of each other. Peter broke away and whispered, “My turn today,” and he began to kiss a trail down Sawyer’s neck as he massaged his chest and pinched his nipples. Sawyer moaned and put his hands in Peter’s hair and on the back of his neck. Peter went first to one nipple and then the other. Teasing them with his tongue and driving Sawyer nuts with his teeth before sucking them strongly into his mouth.
“God,” Sawyer said, “You’re good kid. You’re making me harder.” Then Peter slowly planted kisses across Sawyer as he made his way down to his cock. When he got there he put Sawyer’s cock in his mouth and swirled the head around and around with his tongue as he gently began to stroke Sawyer’s balls. He went down on Sawyer again and again. He had Sawyer trembling in his hands now, moaning softly.
He looked up at Sawyer, “I want you this time Sawyer. I want to make you want me, call my name, come for me while I fill you up. Ask me for it Sawyer.” He went back down on Sawyer’s cock and slipped his wet index finger slowly into Sawyer’s ass.
Sawyer bucked up, sounds of need pouring out of him. “Oh God yes! I want you to fuck me baby boy. You know I need it. I’m hungry for it.” Peter kept slowly pushing his fingers in and out, stroking Sawyer’s balls gently as he pulled his mouth off his cock. “Noooo,” Sawyer pleaded. “Don’t stop now! Please go ahead and take me. Look, there’s lotion right there on that box next to the bed. Pete, fuck me damn it and let me come.” Peter moved up and kissed Sawyer hungrily. Sawyer could taste his own precum in Peter’s mouth – so perverse, so pleasurable.
“That’s what I wanted to hear – you beg for it,” Peter whispered. He reached down and lifted Sawyer’s legs up by his knees and licked the underside of Sawyer’s balls. Sawyer reacted so strongly he feared for a second that he had already come, but he hadn’t. He gently stroked Sawyer’s cock and looked into his eyes.
“Trust me Sawyer?” he whispered. Sawyer just nodded. Peter gently licked his balls then took one of them into his mouth and rolled his tongue over and around it as he stroked his cock. Sawyer moaned wantonly. He’d never had a lover, male or female that had done that before. He was so turned on he almost couldn’t stand it. Peter let go and took his other ball into his mouth, gently sucking it and massaging it with his tongue before letting it slip out. He very gently took the skin between his lips and gave it a very gentle little shake. Sawyer really wanted him now, and was begging him for it. Peter reached over and took the lotion and smoothed it over his own cock, reached down and lubricated Sawyer’s ass again. He was so hard he could hardly stand it. He had wanted to fuck Sawyer so badly – God, he was so beautiful when he was so horny and so needy. He put Sawyer’s legs over his shoulders and positioned himself as he continued to stroke Sawyer’s cock.
He looked into Sawyer’s eyes and whispered, “I dreamed about making love to you like this last night. I’ve wanted you so badly – it hurt me cause I had to wait. This is for you James.” With that he slowly entered Sawyer full-hilt and listened to the sounds that Sawyer was making. He paused to let him adjust and slowly fucked him sliding in and out. He enjoyed the fact that he was making Sawyer nuts - just as he had made him nuts - with the slowness of his lovemaking.
“Jeez, I’m not a doll. Fuck me harder and faster Peter, please,” Sawyer begged.
“Are you sure lover? I don’t want to hurt you.” Sawyer nodded yes. Peter sped up some and started thrusting a little harder. “Is this what you want? To be fucked harder?”
“Even harder and faster. Fuck me into the ground. I wanna know I’ve been fucked hard,” Sawyer growled.
Peter replied, “I’m just the guy to give ya what you want. Holler if it’s too much.” Peter was breathing hard but he pulled out all the stops now. He wasn’t going to hold back. Sawyer wanted it hard and pounding, he would give it to him. Sawyer was very vocal – moaning loudly with each thrust as Peter stroked Sawyer’s cock harder and rougher. Peter was younger and had a lot of stamina and he wanted to please Sawyer. Sawyer’s moans had gone higher and his whole body was tensing up. Peter knew he was building up to orgasm. Peter spit into his hand, squeezed and concentrated on the head and top portion of Sawyer’s cock. He knew that would send him over the top and it did.
“Peter! Ohhh fuck Peter! Oh God!” Sawyer screamed as he came. Peter followed about 15 seconds later, he came so hard he wasn’t sure if he was breathing or not and his heart felt like it was gonna pound out of his chest – it was almost too intense. He had been holding back waiting for Sawyer to come first. His moans were quiet in comparison to Sawyer’s screams. He put Sawyer’s quivering legs back down on the bed and could feel Sawyer still having aftershocks from their lovemaking.
He reached up and stroked Sawyer’s face. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispered to Sawyer as he smiled. But I’ll bet you woke up everybody within a quarter-mile when you screamed my name.”
“I screamed your name?” Sawyer asked.
“Uh-huh, I don’t think anyone who heard you scream or moan has any doubt about what we were doing either.”
“Shit, I didn’t mean to scream,” Sawyer said frowning.
“Well, not much we can do about that now.” Peter smiled, tracing Sawyer’s mouth with his fingertips. Peter pulled out slowly, kissed him tenderly and lay down behind Sawyer so he could be close to him. He draped his arm over Sawyer’s body and held his hand over his heart so he could feel his heart beating and know he had caused that. He turned Sawyer slightly onto his back and lay partially on him. He kissed Sawyer again and again, stroking his hair. All of a sudden Peter was aware that the flap at the head of the tent had been raised and there was more light in the tent than there had been. Someone was standing there looking at them! He froze and stiffened unconsciously. It was enough that Sawyer knew immediately that something was wrong. Peter rolled off Sawyer and said one word “Kate!” She had not only heard Sawyer’s lovemaking screams and moans, but now she had seen them in bed naked together entwined as lovers. She looked at them both, horrified that her fears had come true – that they had become lovers, that Sawyer wanted Peter more than he wanted her. All she could say was “Oh God! Sawyer!” as she back away from the tent. Sawyer was putting on his jeans as fast as he could. Peter sat on the bed saying ‘shit’ over and over. He hadn’t wanted Kate to know, hadn’t wanted anyone else to know, but certainly not her. He knew her heart was breaking. He’d seen how she’d laughed with Sawyer, been with Sawyer, wanted Sawyer. Now she’d heard them, seen them lying naked together, spent from their lovemaking, kissing one another. Damn, he thought, it just keeps getting more complicated, hurting more people. He got up, cleaned up and put his clothes back on. He went outside in the morning light just in time to see Sawyer catch up to her further up the beach and try to talk to her, but she was beating and fighting him with everything she had. Peter sat down on sand, and held his head in his hands. He felt desolate at what he’d help cause, what he was witnessing now. She was screaming at him, calling him names, hitting him, but not giving in to him. Sawyer finally just let go of her and backed off. He yelled back at her, but she turned her back to him and ran off into the jungle. He stood on the beach now, not moving, watching her until she was out of sight. Then he turned away and walked further down the beach. Peter thought Sawyer might have been crying and it made his heart ache for both of them. Peter sat on the beach for almost an hour before he sadly got up and decided that he needed to go back to the hatch. Maybe Jack would let him get rid of the stupid nose splint, and release him today. He felt so confused, unsure where to go to or what to do. Hell, I better go back to the hatch, eat something and see if I can find Libby later he thought. He headed back into the jungle towards the hatch, feeling wretched.