The Boys From Tennessee II

The Boys From Tennessee II

Rating: NC-17, M/M slash, mild domination & bondage, rimming, masturbation, anal sex, fantasy role-playing

Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing: Sayid/Peter
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

Chapter 2
Sayid’s for Twenty-four Hours

Sayid held Peter’s hand all the way to his new shelter. He pushed the torch into the sand and asked Peter to stay outside until he got some oil lamps lit. He was back outside shortly. “Would you be willing to humor me a while and continue to act out my fantasy?”

“I’ll do anything you want Sayid,” Peter said smiling nervously.

“While that makes me happy, we need to talk later about that. You should be careful about giving other men a blank slate to do whatever they want with you. Could get you killed you know?” He brushed Peter’s hair to one side.

Peter’s expression changed and he looked serious and regretful. He thought about Jack’s recent mistreatment of him. He’d given Jack carte blanche and Jack had taken advantage of it in a rage.

“I didn’t mean to change your mood Peter. I know you’ve been a little anxious anticipating this. I want this to be good for you also, understand?” Peter nodded yes. Sayid held Peter’s face with both of his hands, caressing his cheek. “This fantasy of mine consists of me picking you up in a bar. It’s the first time you’ve let another man pick you up and take you to his apartment. You’re inexperienced and you let him lead you into one of your first experiences… Can you do this? Do you want to experience it?” Peter nodded yes again. Sayid smiled, pleased that Peter would play along with him. “Then welcome to my abode, Peter Ford.”

Peter followed him into the shelter allowing his eyes time to adjust. “I like what you’ve done with this place,” he teased. “Sort of a Nights-of-Arabia look but comfortable.”

Sayid walked over to a table and Peter was surprised to see a new bottle of wine there and small glasses. No small feat on this island. He wondered if he’d found in the hatch. Sayid opened the wine and poured them both a drink and handed one to Peter. He lifted his glass in the air to Peter’s, “Here’s to exotic surroundings and interesting people.” Even in the poorly lit shelter he could tell Peter blushed.

“And to exotic experiences,” Peter said slowly sipping his wine. They drank slowly and Sayid refilled their glasses.

“So Peter tell me a little about yourself. What do you like to do?”

Peter sat down on one of the airline seats. “I like to do a lot of things. I guess you’re asking about my interests. I read a lot. I like motorcycles and cars. I can take either totally apart and put them back together again and they’ll run smooth. I can do just about anything mechanical. I enjoy playing the guitar and listening to music. I enjoy cooking and I’ve been told I oughta go to chef school. How about you Sayid? What are your interests?”

“You certainly have a number of varied interests. My interests have been things like communications, electronics, computers and I enjoy music also. I’m like you in that I can take things apart and repair them. I too am good with my hands.” Sayid moved closer to Peter and refilled his glass.

“I’ll bet you are. You seem very much in control, confident, sure of yourself.” Peter glanced away and looked back. “I like that. I guess you figured that much out or I wouldn’t be here with you at your place.”

Sayid moved closer, his knees touching Peter’s. He noticed that just his touch had caused Peter to breathe faster. “I like you in white. It’s very virginal and untouched.”

“And I like you in black. You look mysterious, exotic and masculine. Almost…” Peter smiled, looked away and didn’t finish the sentence.

Sayid ran his hand up Peter’s thigh and his breathing hitched. “Don’t be afraid of me Peter. I’ll take things slow. You tell me if you want me stop and I will.” He set his glass down and stood up so he was standing between Peter’s legs. He placed his hand behind Peter’s neck and pulled him gently towards him. He kissed him lightly and chastely on the lips several times. Peter was breathing faster but turned his face away, acting shy and nervous. Sayid took his face in his hands and smiled at him. “Why the hesitation young man? Did I read you wrong? You like men don’t you? Is this your first time?”

Peter was getting into his role and was enjoying it. “I like you Sayid, only I’m not so experienced. So I’m nervous is all. That don’t mean to stop. I want this.”

“Then follow my lead and this will be a date you won’t soon forget.” Sayid undid the knot in Peter’s tie and loosened it. Next he opened the top few buttons on Peter’s shirt and held it open and began planting kisses from his chest to his collarbone up his neck.

Peter’s head tilted back and his eyes closed, “Oh God. You have no idea what that does to me…” Sayid kissed him more passionately and Peter responded to it, moving in his arms.

Sayid pulled back and began to unbutton Peter’s sports jacket, “Take it off please.” Peter took off the jacket, folded it and laid it over a nearby seat. Sayid took both ends of the tie and used it to pull Peter to him for a deep plundering kiss. Peter’s moan was high and longing. Sayid let go of the tie and began unbuttoning Peter’s shirt. “So are so good looking Peter. I wanted you the first moment I saw you tonight. Your smile, your green eyes and your fair skin. Your lean body. God, what lust you provoke in me.” He pushed his hands under Peter’s shirt and pushed it down his shoulders and arms pulling it off. Peter actually trembled in his arms. “Let me touch you young man.” Sayid began slowly exploring Peter’s skin and hair, running his fingertips across his chest hair and stopping to play with his nipples. Peter made a little noise and wrapped his hands around Sayid’s wrists as if to stop him.

Sayid pulled his wrists from Peter’s hands. “Would this be easier for you at first if you were restrained?” Sayid stood up and went and got some long strips of material.

Peter looked shocked and uncertain. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know you well so that’s scary.”

“I won’t tie them too tight. Just tight enough for you to feel like you’re not responsible and you can struggle some. I’ll remove them at any time you say so.”
Sayid gently pulled his arms behind him but tied his wrists tighter than Peter would have liked. Sayid ran his fingers from his pants firmly up his chest this time and massaged his breasts firmer before licking his nipples and playing with them. Peter was moaning again and was panting from the excitement.

Sayid bent down and removed Peter’s shoes and socks and then began undoing his belt and pants. “Oh God, this is so fast,” Peter said breathily. Sayid kissed him again and began planting kisses across his jaw, down his neck and chest, towards his cock. Peter struggled a bit as though Sayid was making him crazy. Sayid slipped his hand into Peter’s pants and pulled his cock out, taking it in his hand and smearing the pre-cum over and over the head. Peter bucked up into his hand. “You’re making me so horny. Oh God, I don’t know if I can stand this or not.”

“I’ll make you come, but I’m not stopping now. The lust is thick in my blood. I’ll prepare you but I’m taking you tonight. The desire is too strong.” Peter moaned. Sayid pulled him forward by his pants. “Stand up. I want these off you.” He pushed Peter’s pants and boxers down and helped him step out of them. Peter stood naked before him with his wrists bound behind his back, shaking with anticipation. They were both very turned on. Peter found it very exhilarating to be stripped and Sayid was still fully dressed, running his hands over his body. Peter’s cock was fully engorged and was weeping at the slit. “Turn around, lie down across the seat and put your foot up on that box.” Sayid pushed him down gently over the seat and went down on his knees. He held his cheeks apart and ran his tongue up across his ass. Peter gasped, “What are you doing? I’m not sure about this.” Sayid slowly licked and ran his tongue around and around his entrance and into it, rimming him. Peter knew this was why he’d had him shower. Peter actually liked it when lovers would do it as it had the taint of being forbidden.

Sayid reached into his pocket and got a small plastic bottle that looked to be baby oil. Sayid undid his own belt and zipper and pulled his cock out. “I will prepare you. Try to relax. This can be pleasurable for you too.” He dripped the baby oil along Peter’s crack and smoothed it across his fingers. He ran his slick index finger around his opening, gently massaging it. Peter closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations, trying to imagine it was his first time of been penetrated. Sayid put the tip of his index finger just inside and rimmed him repeatedly before he pushed two fingers into him slowly up to his knuckle. Peter gasped and then moaned loudly, “Oh please…”

“Please what?” Sayid’s voice was dripping with seduction.

“Christ. I didn’t realize it would feel so personal, so intrusive…”

Sayid smiled and moved his fingers in and out slowly before picking up speed. He changed the angle of his stroke and rubbed across his prostate. Peter had a hard orgasm clenching around Sayid’s fingers, “Oh fuck, oh hell…” Sayid smiled. “That’s good Peter. That’s very good.” He pulled out his fingers and slicked his cock. He put it in position. “Push out as I thrust in so it doesn’t hurt as bad.” He began pushing into him.

Peter gasped, “Oh God it’s bigger still!” He hissed loudly and then began cursing, saying it hurt him and to slow down.

Sayid ran his hand up and down his back, massaging him and waited patiently for him to relax before he resumed his thrusting. After a while, Peter was pushing back against him and seemed to be enjoying it much better. He was moaning on almost every stroke. Sayid reached around him and began stroking him in time to his fucking. Peter’s voice has higher and louder. Sayid could tell Peter would come soon, he was tensing up. He angled himself differently and pushed against Peter’s sweet spot again. Peter thrust hard into his hand and came. His moan was unmistakable as sexual ecstasy. Sayid thrust harder and faster into him, slamming against his rear. He lay down against Peter’s back, holding him down by the shoulders and thrust hard, shooting his semen into him, drawing more moans from Peter. Sayid finally stood up and undid his wrists before slipping out of him. Peter rubbed his wrists and turned around to face him. Sayid kissed him slowly and held his head.

“That was wonderful. I hope that it was pleasurable for you too Peter.”

“It was great. You were a very skilled and considerate lover. Thank you for that.”

“Here, clean yourself off and join me in my bed.” Sayid handed him a towel of his own, pulled back the blankets and blew out most of the oil lamps. When Peter lay down beside him Sayid kissed him several times, and caressed him lightly. He wrapped his arms around Peter and snuggled against him. “Thank you for acting out my fantasy. You were great. You’re quite the actor,” Sayid whispered. Peter
sighed and nodded. “I’ve been videotaped a lot you know. Comes natural to me now.” Peter knew sleep would take him soon.

Near the morning Sayid woke with a start but realized quickly that Peter was having a nightmare and talking in his sleep. He could hear him begging someone to stop and let him go. He decided to wake him up, so he called his name and shook him gently. Peter woke quickly and sat up holding his head in his hands. He was shaking and obviously still very upset in that hazy half-awake/half-asleep state. Sayid sat up and carefully put his arm around Peter and whispered to him he was safe and that he’d been dreaming. Peter muttered he was sorry for waking him. Sayid held him for a while and then kissed Peter tenderly. Peter sighed and whispered he was okay. Peter could see the shape of Sayid’s morning hard-on under the sheets. He kissed Sayid a little harder.

“Fuck me Sayid. I can see your hard-on. I know you want to…”

“Maybe we should wait. You were just upset. Maybe it’s not a good idea.” Sayid responded.

“I’m okay. I want to fuck you.”

“If you’re sure.” Sayid studied his face. Peter gave him a smile.

“You got any more fantasies we can act out? Last night was cool.”

Sayid grinned. “I’m not sure it’s a good thing for you to know all my fantasies.”

“I can be anyone you want me to be. I’m basically unshockable when it comes to sex. So tell me what scene you wanna try.”

Sayid thought a moment. “Okay, but let’s get dressed first. Half the fun is in getting undressed.” So they dressed quickly and Sayid led Peter outside. The sun was close to rising. “I want you to be a young gay guy turning tricks that I pick up on a street corner and take to my hotel room. You figure out the rest.” Sayid noticed a strange expression flicker across Peter’s face as he raised his eyebrows.

Peter forced a smile. “No problem. Give me a couple of minutes and walk up that way to pick me up.” Peter walked off not too far out of sight, broke off a blade of straw to put in his mouth and leaned up against a tree. Peter felt somewhat somber but began rubbing himself through his clothes so he’d be in the mood and have an erection when Sayid arrived. No one on this island knew that he’d turned tricks more than once when he’d run away from home or was between boyfriends. He’d been ashamed of it and had found it demeaning. He’d vowed to himself he’d never do it again, but he wanted to make Sayid happy so he’d make this as real as possible for him.

In a few moments Sayid walked slowly into view. Peter glanced at him and very casually brushed his hand against himself. Then he tilted his head and locked eyes with Sayid making it clear he was available. He looked as though he was sizing him up, determining if he was a cop or not. As Sayid got closer Peter turned towards him and leaned against the tree. “Can I do somethin’ for you mister? Can I help you out with somethin’?” Peter said in his heaviest southern accent.

Sayid stopped very close to him and was checking him out. “You’re not from here are you? You’re from the deep south.”

“I was born there, but I live here now if that’s what you’re askin’. You want somethin’?” Peter rolled the blade of straw around in the corner of his mouth with his tongue, holding his mouth open as he did it, working his tongue slowly around the blade of straw and licking his lips. Sayid closed his eyes just slightly. It was having the desired effect. He was interested.

“You clean? You don’t have any diseases nor don’t shoot up drugs do you? Tell me the truth, if I find out otherwise…”

Peter surprised him by pulling a single condom out of his pocket, flicking it so he’d see it and putting in back in his pocket. “I’m clean. I only fuck with condoms and I don’t shoot up drugs.” Peter cocked his head back. “Tell me what you want mister and we can talk about it.” He was waiting for Sayid to bring up what he wanted before he’d tell him prices.

Sayid smiled and put his hand on Peter’s hip. He felt Peter flinch slightly and his breath hitch. “I’m interested in a companion in my hotel room for about one to two hours or so. I’d like some conversation, some oral sex and a long fuck. How much does something like that cost?” Sayid was dressed all in black and could be financially well off the way he was dressed.

Peter sized him up, took the blade of straw out of his mouth and threw it down on the ground. He turned and leaned back against the tree, breaking away from Sayid’s grasp. It was unnerving to have a john touching you before you’d agreed on prices or doing the job.

“You must have some stayin’ power to want me that long.” Peter ran his hand boldly up against his own erection this time. He glanced about. “A quick blowjob would be $10 and a quick fuck $25 in that dark alley over there. But if you’re takin’ me off the street this time of night for almost two hours, it’ll cost you $200. I’m real good. You like fuckin’ guys you’ll love fuckin’ me.”

Sayid grimaced a little as though not liking the price. “Seems high to me. What about $150 and I’ll guarantee you won’t have any regrets either.”

Peter paused thinking. “No bondage, no kinky stuff and no real pain. I’m yours for two hours. Cash payable upon services rendered. You got that kinda money on you?”

Sayid made a motion to pull out his wallet and Peter acted freaked. “Christ! Don’t pull out your wallet out here. You could get us both arrested. I was just askin’.”

“I have the cash on me. I think we’ve talked enough. If we’ve got a deal then come with me.” Peter nodded and followed Sayid back to his shelter. When they’d walked in Sayid removed his jacket and laid it across the back of a chair. He’d gone over to his table, uncorked the bottle of wine, poured a glass for both of them and handed a glass to Peter. Peter gave a little smile and tasted the wine.

“Just so you’re aware the clock is runnin’.”

“I want a little conversation first. I told you that on the street. I have to get into the mood.”

“Okay, but just realize I don’t usually talk much to my johns, so I ain’t used to this.” He emptied the glass and Sayid walked over and refilled it. He gestured at the chairs and they both went over and sat down. Sayid made sure his knee was against Peter’s. Peter glanced away as though uncomfortable. Sayid smiled, he was pleased Peter was so much in character.

“So what’s your first name? Mine is Sayid.” Peter looked at him suspiciously before speaking. He’d hated guys that wanted to talk first when he was hooking. He always wanted to get the fuck over quickly, get his money and get out fast. No strings.

“It’s Peter.”

“Where are you from Peter?”

“Tennessee. You?”

“Iraq. Is that a problem?”

“Not if Tennessee isn’t. Most guys pick me up think I’m a redneck cause I’m from the south, but I’m not. I don’t care where you’re from. It don’t really matter does it?”

“How’d you get into this line of business? You don’t have to answer me if that’s too personal.”

“Like most of the guys out here I ran away from home. I was abused. My old man fucking tortured me. I couldn’t stay there any longer. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“No problem, I was just curious. You didn’t want to do something else?”

“I dropped outa high school. It’s hard to make enough money to survive waiting tables.”

“I would think that it’s infinitely safer though. You’re risking a lot hooking.”

“I know that and hopefully I’ll get off the street soon. In the meantime, I gotta eat. I can make more money doing this. Change the subject if you want me to talk any more.”

“What do you want to know about me?” Sayid asked.

“You don’t strike me as gay, why’d you pick me up?”

“I’m mostly straight, but I’ll pick up a guy for sex if I need to. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex and I felt lonely tonight. You looked better than the trashy female whores on the street.”

Peter frowned a bit and then made an effort to relax his face. Sayid’s words were too close to home. He’d been told that before.

“You seem like a nice guy, you probably could get a girlfriend easily enough.”

A brief look of sorrow and hurt ran across Sayid’s face. “I had someone I really cared about but I’ve lost track of her and don’t know where she is now.”

“Sorry I asked. I didn’t mean to stir up anythin’. At least you had somebody you loved. I’ve never had anybody I’ve loved or been loved by.”

“That’s hard to believe. You’ve never had anyone?”

“I’ve been abused most of my life. I hated my old man. I’ve had lots of sexual partners but I never loved any of ‘em.” Peter was holding his jaw shut tightly. Sayid could see that there had been at least partial truth in his words. It was too close to his past.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to open any old wounds either. Here have a little more wine and maybe we should get started. I’ve still got you for quite a while, so I’d like you to take things as slowly as possible.” Sayid poured them both more wine.

“You know you are very good looking right? You could be a male model with your looks.”

Peter smirked openly, “I’ve been told that, but my body is too scarred. They’d never even consider me.”

“Well your face and green eyes are quite handsome.” Sayid set down his wine glass and moved closer to Peter, and stroked the side of his face. Peter seemed almost unnerved.

“Don’t you want a quick blowjob and fuck?”

“No. I told you I wanted to take my time. I wish to make love not just have a quick fuck.”

Peter moaned softly, “Oh Christ.” And then with resignation, “Whatever – it’s your dime.”

Sayid looked in his eyes. “I wish for you to respond to me. I’ll pay you better if that’s what it takes.” Peter murmured he would and Sayid began to kiss him. Once again Peter tensed and Sayid felt him begin to relax and accept it. It was amazing how well he could act out fantasies. Finally Peter began to kiss him back. Sayid began to undress him. Peter went to unbutton Sayid’s clothing and Sayid told him to stop, he only wanted him unclothed at the moment. Peter nodded and let Sayid kiss him and slowly strip him off. Sayid apparently really liked the dominant power position of having the other male naked and at his disposal while he remained fully clothed. Sayid nodded at the bed once he had Peter nude. “Lie down on your back.”

Peter got down on all fours on the bed to see what Sayid would do. “You didn’t follow my request. Lie down on your back and spread your legs.” Peter did as he was told but was biting his lower lip.

Sayid slowly caressed his face, neck and hair. Peter looked uncomfortable, like it was too real to be touched this way by a john. Sayid ran his fingers across Peter’s chest and paused to lavish attention on his breasts and nipples. Peter’s breath was shallower and quicker. He ran his fingers down and gently caressed his balls and gave several firm strokes to his cock. Peter moaned. Sayid slipped the baby oil out of his pocket. Peter looked up at him.

“Didn’t you want me to get you started with a blowjob?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I want to make you come.”

Peter sat up on his elbows with an angry look. Sayid slicked his fingers, pushed Peter’s legs further apart and pushed two fingers into him. He grabbed his cock and held it with the other hand. Peter hissed and twisted slightly under him.

“That wasn’t part of the fucking deal. I don’t come for johns,” Peter panted. Sayid sped up and fucked him roughly with his fingers.

“Lay back down young man and let me give you pleasure. I want to see how many times I can make you have an orgasm. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Oh Jeez. I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me…”

“Not to you, for you.” Sayid smiled but kept it up. He gently fondled Peter’s balls and cock. Peter moaned at the stimulation. He was very turned on by Sayid being in control. Sayid pulled out briefly and wadded up some of the bedding and pushed it under Peter’s hips to raise them. He lost no time in re-inserting his fingers. He slowed the pace and was searching with his fingers. Peter grabbed the base of his cock, moaned loudly, tensed and bucked up. Sayid smiled, that was the first one. He’d seen Peter be multi-orgasmic and he wanted to see how many he could give him. Sayid let Peter keep his hand in place but he stroked his cock again and ran his fingers across his sweet spot again.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Peter moaned and panted. Sayid kept building it up over and over again, taking him to the edge of ejaculation at times. The orgasms seemed to be getting stronger. Peter was louder and moving more but still holding himself tightly before he could ejaculate. When he’d gotten him close to six, Sayid showed him another spot between his ass and his balls that he could apply pressure to that would also prevent him from ejaculating. Sayid started pressing him there as he’d bring him off. Peter was moaning and cursing some now. Sayid had never seen a man this multi-orgasmic. He decided he wanted to go ahead and fuck Peter. He pulled his fingers out, undid his pants and stroked his own cock which was already rigid.

“Jeez mister, fuck me already and cum. Please…”

Sayid pushed his legs up over his arms. He bent over and kissed him and pushed his slickened cock into Peter. “Fuck me hard and let me shoot my wad!” Peter demanded. Sayid began slowly and thrust where he knew Peter’s sweet spot was. Peter held himself tightly, groaned and thrashed from side to side. It was too intense. “Speed up, cum in me. I’m not holding off any more.” Peter took his hand away and knotted it up in the blanket under him. Sayid sped up and began thrusting into him harder. Peter was controlling his breathing, until the strongest orgasm overtook him. He screamed, thrashed and arched up this time and he ejaculated the most cum Sayid had ever seen. Sayid kept fucking him hard and was quickly emptying himself into Peter. He bent down and kissed Peter on the lips before pulling out.

“That was unbelievable. I didn’t think there was a man alive that could have that many orgasms or make that much cum.” Sayid said quietly.

Peter was totally exhausted and aching from coming. “Shit, I’ll probably be pissing cum. I get prostatitis and I’ll come lookin’ for you.” He moaned again and reached for an old t-shirt to wipe off. Sayid could tell from his voice he wasn’t acting now. This was real.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you I hope.”

“I’m sore from coming, my groin hurts. Did you know that you were milking my prostate? I’ve had that done to me before. That’s why I had so much cum. I don’t think I’ve come that many times in five or six years Sayid.”

Sayid sat up on an elbow. “You’ve had that many before? This wasn’t a one time thing?”

“I’ve had more. He used to fucking torture me.” Peter rolled over facing away from Sayid and curled himself up in an almost fetal position. Sayid groaned, spooned against him and held him. He’d had no right to wrench orgasms from him that way. He should have known they were hurting him after a while.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay; I know you were just tryin’ to pleasure me. But there’s such a thing as too much of a good thing.”

Sayid kissed the back of his neck and collarbone. “Thank you Peter for giving me that fantasy. You can stop me anytime if something is too much for you. Don’t let me keep going. I don’t want to take advantage or do something you feel is abuse. Will you promise to stop me?”

Peter shook his head yes. “Don’t feel bad Sayid. It only got too much right near the end. It’s my fault I let it go on and didn’t stop you. Maybe we need to have a safeword like I do with Jack and Sawyer.”

“Perhaps so.” Sayid paused. He thought about Peter’s portrayal of a young gay hooker. He had little doubt in his mind that Peter played this role from real life. He’d probably run away from home too young for a real job and had to hook to survive.

“Turn over Peter, so we can see one another.” Peter rolled back over and stretched his body out more. “I want you to tell you something and I truly mean it. Any time in your life you find that you are alone and you have nowhere to go or no one to turn to, or you just wish to see me, you come and find me and you can live under my roof. We will keep contact with one another and you will always be welcome with me.”

Peter smiled and ran his fingers in Sayid’s dark curls. “That’s a generous offer Sayid. No one’s ever told me that before. Thank you. I’ll always remember it.” He kissed Sayid slowly and laid his head back down next to Sayid’s.

“And come to me if you need me for any reason?” Peter smiled and nodded yes.

They lay quietly for some time until Peter’s stomach growled loudly. Sayid chuckled, kissed Peter and got up offering his hand up. Peter began to get dressed. Sayid changed into his jeans and white tank top.

“Let’s swing by your place and let you change into something more comfortable and we’ll get something to eat. Maybe we can go for a swim or find something else of interest to do.” Peter nodded. It sounded good to him. He was starving.