The Boys From Tennessee
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G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
61
Views:
2,702
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Sex and Nightmares
The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: NC17 M/M slash, oral sex, angst
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 18 (18/60)
Sex and Nightmares
The group was sitting quietly at the campfire, watching Peter and Sawyer in the full moonlight in the distance, when Ana made a soft gasp. They all looked up in time to see Peter pushing Sawyer partially back on the blanket, climbing on top of him and kissing him fervently. He was holding Sawyer’s head, kissing him and thrusting against him. “Christ,” Ana whispered. “Is he going to fuck him out in the open?” Jack grimaced. Peter appeared to be talking to Sawyer; he ran his hands over his chest, kissed him and thrust against him again. Sawyer thrust back against him.
“Dude,” Hurley said quietly, “I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Sawyer pushed Peter back and he stood up and pulled Peter to his feet. Peter grabbed him by the hand and pulled him willingly into Sawyer’s tent. “Well, I guess we know what’s going to happen now.” Ana said quietly. Jack sat with both eyebrows raised and a pensive look on his face. Hurley looked embarrassed. Libby sat thinking that Peter really was as sex addicted as he’d said he was. He’d gone from being distraught to having sex in less than two hours.
In the tent Peter and Sawyer were undressing each other. “I want to do something different Sawyer.”
“What do you have in mind?” Sawyer smiled as he unzipped Peter’s jeans and pushed his hands into Peter’s boxers.
“I want us to give each other blowjobs at the same time. ‘69’. Can we do that?”
“Sure. I’m up for it,” Sawyer grinned as Peter was undoing his jeans and pushing them down. Sawyer didn’t have on any underwear as usual. Peter pushed the jeans all the way down and helped him step out of them. Peter started pushing his own jeans down now. “Hey, slow down a hair Pete. Let me do that.” Sawyer worried a little about him – Peter seemed obsessed, this wasn’t just lust. Peter let go of his jeans and Sawyer helped him out of them. As he stood up Sawyer ran his hand under Peter’s balls, slowly caressed them and took Peter’s cock in his hand firmly. He gave him a slow firm stroke. Peter moaned loudly and took Sawyer’s cock in his own hands, mirroring what Sawyer was doing to him. Sawyer laced the fingers of his left hand into Peter’s long hair and pulled him to him, kissing him slowly, teasingly. Peter kissed harder and fisted him a little rougher. Sawyer moaned now. He could feel Peter still going at a faster tempo. Sawyer worked at keeping the pace slower. Peter pulled him over to the bed and Sawyer lay down first and Peter lay down the other direction. “Hey,” Sawyer whispered, “if you start coming – no biting.”
Peter laughed, “Okay, but that works both ways.” Peter felt naughty after that, so when he licked Sawyer’s cock and went down on him he made sure he gently put pressure with his teeth around his cock.
“Okay boy, watch it!” Sawyer growled, and then he went down on Peter’s cock, wetting it, firmly fisted him and gave it a slight twist at the top.
“Oh Jeez Sawyer,” Peter gasped as he thrust against his fist. “I’m not gonna last long you keep that up.”
“You don’t have to last long. It’s not a contest.” Sawyer stroked Peter’s balls as he paid more attention to the sensitive head. Peter had Sawyer’s cock in his mouth and he was moaning. The sensation made Sawyer feel like he wanted to come soon too. This is gonna be over quickly, he thought.
Peter’s breathing was hard and fast. Sawyer teased right under the underside of the head of his cock with his tongue and lips before he ran his thumb over the slit and began fisting him up and down with the slight twist at the top. Peter was tensing up; he could tell he was going to come right now. “Oh God, oh God. Oh fuck!” he tried not to yell. His cum shot all over Sawyer’s chest. Sawyer said something unintelligible. Peter was panting hard and tried to catch his breath. Sawyer lay down on his back now.
“I’m gonna take care of you Sawyer.” Peter was shifting his position and lay down so he was head level with his cock.
“I know you are. It’s okay to slow down. Catch your breath.”
Peter took his cock in his mouth, moving up and down slowly. Sawyer moaned quietly. Peter pushed his knees up and outward. He looked up into Sawyer’s eyes and made sure he was giving him eye contact as he took his right hand and put his index finger into his mouth wetting it. Sawyer was breathing faster in anticipation. Peter surprised him by running his tongue from the tip of his cock, down his balls, wetting and rimming his entrance before slowly pushing his index finger into him. He stroked his cock and Sawyer was thrusting up into his grip. Peter waited to feel him relax before he slipped it in and out slowly a few times while stroking him. Then he aimed for his prostate and stroked against it gently. Sawyer’s head moved backwards and he groaned loudly. Peter put his mouth back on his cock, increasing the tempo as he ran his finger across that sweet magic spot again. “Sweet Jesus!” Sawyer moaned as he arched backwards. He shot off four times into Peter’s mouth and Peter swallowed it all. He licked off all traces of his cum and moved back up next to Sawyer. He lay against Sawyer’s side and put his right arm over him. Sawyer smoothed Peter’s hair and caressed his face and lips with his fingers. They lay quietly for a while before Sawyer kissed him and said he needed to get cleaned up. They both got up and slipped on their jeans. Peter slipped on a shirt but didn’t button it up.
“Where you going?” Sawyer asked.
“I wanna sit out and look at the ocean. I don’t wanna go to sleep yet. It’s not late yet and there’s a full moon. Come sit with me after you clean up.” Sawyer nodded okay.
Sawyer joined him out on the beach, he sat at a right angle to him, but he was watching Peter more than the ocean. They sat for quite a while just watching the waves in the moonlight. Peter had gotten very quiet and pensive. His demeanor had changed so quickly.
“Please tell me what you’re thinking Pete. You’re too quiet.” He could tell Peter was thinking about his talk with Libby earlier.
“You know you’re really good looking right? You could get anyone you wanted probably.” Peter said sadly.
“I don’t want anybody else. I want you Pete.”
“You should leave me alone Sawyer. I’m too fucked up for anybody. You should just cut your losses and walk away from me.”
“I’m here with you and it’s you I want.”
“You can see the physical scars, but I’m scarred emotionally too. I don’t even know if I can handle our relationship. It scares the hell outa me. I’m just gonna bring you heartache, and I don’t want to.”
“You don’t think I’ve got issues. I’m a qualifier for the title of “Most Fucked Up” on this island too.”
Peter was looking down, sifting sand through his fingers, and not giving him eye contact. “I’m addicted to sex, Sawyer, but I have almost no boundaries. I’ll have sex with just about anybody and I’ll do almost anything. I’m submissive and masochistic. Bondage, discipline, pain, rough sex have all been mainstream to me. Being hurt while I’m having sex seems normal to me even though I know in my head that it shouldn’t be. I’ve never been able to be monogamous with anyone even when I wanted to be. I’ve been having sex with somebody else besides you this week and I couldn’t even tell you that! You’ll end up hating me when I’m continuing to run around and screw other people.”
Sawyer felt like he couldn’t stand to hear Peter talk like this. He lifted Peter’s face so he would look him in the eyes. “You haven’t told me anything yet that has persuaded me to leave you alone, so stop trying to run me off. I get what you’re trying to tell me. All we can do is try to be honest with each other and take things one at a time. I care about you and I know you care about me. That’s our starting point.” Peter nodded yes and rested one hand on Sawyer’s thigh.
“Whataya say we turn in for the night. You’re exhausted and need a good nights sleep.” Peter nodded yes and they returned to Sawyer’s tent. Sawyer lit a few oil lamps in the tent, got undressed quickly so he could watch Peter as he undressed. Sawyer saw something he hadn’t noticed before and he watched him intently as Peter blew out the last of the little lamps and got into bed with him. Just as he had laid down on his right side, Sawyer put his left hand on Peter’s hip and slid his hand to where the bruises were on his left thigh and even in the dark put his fingers right on top of them. He pushed down on them firmly with his fingertips, “So who gave you these Peter?”
Peter gasped in pain; he hadn’t anticipated the bruises Jack gave him would be that sore, “Christ Sawyer stop! They hurt like the devil!”
“You said you had been fucking someone else this week, so who was it?” Sawyer asked again. Peter groaned. Sawyer was being persistent. “It was Jack wasn’t it? It was all over his face every time he looked at you.”
“Yes, it was Jack! I told you I can’t control it! It wasn’t planned. It just happened in the shower. We were attracted to one another. Christ, I’m here with you aren’t I?”
“Okay, it’s alright. I just wanted you to tell me the truth. I’m sorry I hurt you. Are you okay?”
Peter whispered yes but inside he didn’t feel that way. Sawyer pulled Peter to himself, kissed him several times, saying he was sorry. Peter just tiredly sighed and said he was exhausted and they should get some sleep.
Three hours later Sawyer awoke and realized that Peter was having a nightmare. He was talking and moaning in his sleep. Sawyer could understand a lot of what he was saying and he was horrified at what he was hearing. Peter was begging his old man not to hurt him when he fucked him and begging him to not let the other men hurt him either. He sounded like he was struggling to get away from his pa. This is what he was talking to Libby about. He old man had sexually abused him and apparently passed him around to other men too. Peter was growing more agitated and moaning, “Please no, Pa,” and “Stop.” Between his earlier admissions and this nightmare, Sawyer was getting a clearer picture now of what Peter was dealing with and it hurt him to think of it. He began trying to wake him up. Peter jerked awake and struggled to get away, but Sawyer kept talking to him, telling him he was safe. He finally stopped struggling and relaxed in his arms. Sawyer felt tremendous sadness that Peter had so much pain in his life. They both slept fitfully the rest of the night.
Rating: NC17 M/M slash, oral sex, angst
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 18 (18/60)
Sex and Nightmares
The group was sitting quietly at the campfire, watching Peter and Sawyer in the full moonlight in the distance, when Ana made a soft gasp. They all looked up in time to see Peter pushing Sawyer partially back on the blanket, climbing on top of him and kissing him fervently. He was holding Sawyer’s head, kissing him and thrusting against him. “Christ,” Ana whispered. “Is he going to fuck him out in the open?” Jack grimaced. Peter appeared to be talking to Sawyer; he ran his hands over his chest, kissed him and thrust against him again. Sawyer thrust back against him.
“Dude,” Hurley said quietly, “I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Sawyer pushed Peter back and he stood up and pulled Peter to his feet. Peter grabbed him by the hand and pulled him willingly into Sawyer’s tent. “Well, I guess we know what’s going to happen now.” Ana said quietly. Jack sat with both eyebrows raised and a pensive look on his face. Hurley looked embarrassed. Libby sat thinking that Peter really was as sex addicted as he’d said he was. He’d gone from being distraught to having sex in less than two hours.
In the tent Peter and Sawyer were undressing each other. “I want to do something different Sawyer.”
“What do you have in mind?” Sawyer smiled as he unzipped Peter’s jeans and pushed his hands into Peter’s boxers.
“I want us to give each other blowjobs at the same time. ‘69’. Can we do that?”
“Sure. I’m up for it,” Sawyer grinned as Peter was undoing his jeans and pushing them down. Sawyer didn’t have on any underwear as usual. Peter pushed the jeans all the way down and helped him step out of them. Peter started pushing his own jeans down now. “Hey, slow down a hair Pete. Let me do that.” Sawyer worried a little about him – Peter seemed obsessed, this wasn’t just lust. Peter let go of his jeans and Sawyer helped him out of them. As he stood up Sawyer ran his hand under Peter’s balls, slowly caressed them and took Peter’s cock in his hand firmly. He gave him a slow firm stroke. Peter moaned loudly and took Sawyer’s cock in his own hands, mirroring what Sawyer was doing to him. Sawyer laced the fingers of his left hand into Peter’s long hair and pulled him to him, kissing him slowly, teasingly. Peter kissed harder and fisted him a little rougher. Sawyer moaned now. He could feel Peter still going at a faster tempo. Sawyer worked at keeping the pace slower. Peter pulled him over to the bed and Sawyer lay down first and Peter lay down the other direction. “Hey,” Sawyer whispered, “if you start coming – no biting.”
Peter laughed, “Okay, but that works both ways.” Peter felt naughty after that, so when he licked Sawyer’s cock and went down on him he made sure he gently put pressure with his teeth around his cock.
“Okay boy, watch it!” Sawyer growled, and then he went down on Peter’s cock, wetting it, firmly fisted him and gave it a slight twist at the top.
“Oh Jeez Sawyer,” Peter gasped as he thrust against his fist. “I’m not gonna last long you keep that up.”
“You don’t have to last long. It’s not a contest.” Sawyer stroked Peter’s balls as he paid more attention to the sensitive head. Peter had Sawyer’s cock in his mouth and he was moaning. The sensation made Sawyer feel like he wanted to come soon too. This is gonna be over quickly, he thought.
Peter’s breathing was hard and fast. Sawyer teased right under the underside of the head of his cock with his tongue and lips before he ran his thumb over the slit and began fisting him up and down with the slight twist at the top. Peter was tensing up; he could tell he was going to come right now. “Oh God, oh God. Oh fuck!” he tried not to yell. His cum shot all over Sawyer’s chest. Sawyer said something unintelligible. Peter was panting hard and tried to catch his breath. Sawyer lay down on his back now.
“I’m gonna take care of you Sawyer.” Peter was shifting his position and lay down so he was head level with his cock.
“I know you are. It’s okay to slow down. Catch your breath.”
Peter took his cock in his mouth, moving up and down slowly. Sawyer moaned quietly. Peter pushed his knees up and outward. He looked up into Sawyer’s eyes and made sure he was giving him eye contact as he took his right hand and put his index finger into his mouth wetting it. Sawyer was breathing faster in anticipation. Peter surprised him by running his tongue from the tip of his cock, down his balls, wetting and rimming his entrance before slowly pushing his index finger into him. He stroked his cock and Sawyer was thrusting up into his grip. Peter waited to feel him relax before he slipped it in and out slowly a few times while stroking him. Then he aimed for his prostate and stroked against it gently. Sawyer’s head moved backwards and he groaned loudly. Peter put his mouth back on his cock, increasing the tempo as he ran his finger across that sweet magic spot again. “Sweet Jesus!” Sawyer moaned as he arched backwards. He shot off four times into Peter’s mouth and Peter swallowed it all. He licked off all traces of his cum and moved back up next to Sawyer. He lay against Sawyer’s side and put his right arm over him. Sawyer smoothed Peter’s hair and caressed his face and lips with his fingers. They lay quietly for a while before Sawyer kissed him and said he needed to get cleaned up. They both got up and slipped on their jeans. Peter slipped on a shirt but didn’t button it up.
“Where you going?” Sawyer asked.
“I wanna sit out and look at the ocean. I don’t wanna go to sleep yet. It’s not late yet and there’s a full moon. Come sit with me after you clean up.” Sawyer nodded okay.
Sawyer joined him out on the beach, he sat at a right angle to him, but he was watching Peter more than the ocean. They sat for quite a while just watching the waves in the moonlight. Peter had gotten very quiet and pensive. His demeanor had changed so quickly.
“Please tell me what you’re thinking Pete. You’re too quiet.” He could tell Peter was thinking about his talk with Libby earlier.
“You know you’re really good looking right? You could get anyone you wanted probably.” Peter said sadly.
“I don’t want anybody else. I want you Pete.”
“You should leave me alone Sawyer. I’m too fucked up for anybody. You should just cut your losses and walk away from me.”
“I’m here with you and it’s you I want.”
“You can see the physical scars, but I’m scarred emotionally too. I don’t even know if I can handle our relationship. It scares the hell outa me. I’m just gonna bring you heartache, and I don’t want to.”
“You don’t think I’ve got issues. I’m a qualifier for the title of “Most Fucked Up” on this island too.”
Peter was looking down, sifting sand through his fingers, and not giving him eye contact. “I’m addicted to sex, Sawyer, but I have almost no boundaries. I’ll have sex with just about anybody and I’ll do almost anything. I’m submissive and masochistic. Bondage, discipline, pain, rough sex have all been mainstream to me. Being hurt while I’m having sex seems normal to me even though I know in my head that it shouldn’t be. I’ve never been able to be monogamous with anyone even when I wanted to be. I’ve been having sex with somebody else besides you this week and I couldn’t even tell you that! You’ll end up hating me when I’m continuing to run around and screw other people.”
Sawyer felt like he couldn’t stand to hear Peter talk like this. He lifted Peter’s face so he would look him in the eyes. “You haven’t told me anything yet that has persuaded me to leave you alone, so stop trying to run me off. I get what you’re trying to tell me. All we can do is try to be honest with each other and take things one at a time. I care about you and I know you care about me. That’s our starting point.” Peter nodded yes and rested one hand on Sawyer’s thigh.
“Whataya say we turn in for the night. You’re exhausted and need a good nights sleep.” Peter nodded yes and they returned to Sawyer’s tent. Sawyer lit a few oil lamps in the tent, got undressed quickly so he could watch Peter as he undressed. Sawyer saw something he hadn’t noticed before and he watched him intently as Peter blew out the last of the little lamps and got into bed with him. Just as he had laid down on his right side, Sawyer put his left hand on Peter’s hip and slid his hand to where the bruises were on his left thigh and even in the dark put his fingers right on top of them. He pushed down on them firmly with his fingertips, “So who gave you these Peter?”
Peter gasped in pain; he hadn’t anticipated the bruises Jack gave him would be that sore, “Christ Sawyer stop! They hurt like the devil!”
“You said you had been fucking someone else this week, so who was it?” Sawyer asked again. Peter groaned. Sawyer was being persistent. “It was Jack wasn’t it? It was all over his face every time he looked at you.”
“Yes, it was Jack! I told you I can’t control it! It wasn’t planned. It just happened in the shower. We were attracted to one another. Christ, I’m here with you aren’t I?”
“Okay, it’s alright. I just wanted you to tell me the truth. I’m sorry I hurt you. Are you okay?”
Peter whispered yes but inside he didn’t feel that way. Sawyer pulled Peter to himself, kissed him several times, saying he was sorry. Peter just tiredly sighed and said he was exhausted and they should get some sleep.
Three hours later Sawyer awoke and realized that Peter was having a nightmare. He was talking and moaning in his sleep. Sawyer could understand a lot of what he was saying and he was horrified at what he was hearing. Peter was begging his old man not to hurt him when he fucked him and begging him to not let the other men hurt him either. He sounded like he was struggling to get away from his pa. This is what he was talking to Libby about. He old man had sexually abused him and apparently passed him around to other men too. Peter was growing more agitated and moaning, “Please no, Pa,” and “Stop.” Between his earlier admissions and this nightmare, Sawyer was getting a clearer picture now of what Peter was dealing with and it hurt him to think of it. He began trying to wake him up. Peter jerked awake and struggled to get away, but Sawyer kept talking to him, telling him he was safe. He finally stopped struggling and relaxed in his arms. Sawyer felt tremendous sadness that Peter had so much pain in his life. They both slept fitfully the rest of the night.