The Boys From Tennessee

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

The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 25 (25/60)
Plans Are Made

The next morning Peter woke to find himself the only one still in Jack's cave. He stretched out slowly, got up, slipped his clothes and shoes on and ambled outside. He saw Sawyer first; he had apparently just gotten back and had some breakfast with him. Jack was busy on the far side of camp talking with a couple of people. Sawyer walked over and asked Peter how he was doing. Peter smiled and said he was doing great overall.

Sawyer looked more serious for a moment and lowered his voice. "I meant how were you doing emotionally this morning? You ok?"

Peter made a weaker smile, "Yeah, I'm okay - now that I got everything out in the open to y'all. I still feel a little on edge, but I think that's just an aftereffect of getting so upset last night talking to y'all. How are you doing? Now I'm worried that I shouldn't have backed you into a corner and made you talk about your past. Are you mad at me?"

Sawyer shook his head no, "No, I'm not mad, but you did put me in between a rock and a hard place. I was like you in that regard; I didn't want anyone here to know."

"I'm sorry," Peter said quietly. "I felt like you did though Sawyer, I had to know what had happened to you... I guess my reaction on the beach the other night makes more sense to you now."

"Yeah, it does and I'm sorry about that. I'll try not to scare you to death like that again."

"Well, you can grab me, just make sure I know it's you first," Peter joked. Sawyer smiled back at him and handed him something to eat. They sat down and talked a little bit longer. After a few minutes, Peter asked Sawyer about the location of the little lagoon and waterfall he had spoken to him about and asked if it was hard to find.

Sawyer grinned, "You looking for an ice cold swim this early in the morning boy? You must have some Yankee blood from your mama's side of the family to want to do that."

Peter smirked, "No, I just checked the time. I signed up for a shift over at the hatch today, and I'll be through later in the afternoon. I thought maybe we could go there then for a little swim or a little rendezvous. Can you give me directions on how to get there? I should be through at the hatch at 3 pm and meet you after that."

Sawyer raised his eyebrows and said sure, that sounded like a good idea to him and proceeded to explain how to find it. Peter said he would be there as soon as he could get there. "It'll give me something to look forward to all day. Tell Jack where I've gone and that I'm okay." Then he got a couple of bottles of water and left for the hatch.

In a little while, Jack finished up and came back over to his cave, "Morning Sawyer," Jack said quietly, "Where's our boy? Is he okay?"

"He's alright, but I think he's still a little on edge from telling us all that last night. He's gone to put in a shift at the hatch and said to tell you he's okay today. I think he feels a lot of relief about getting it out in the open. It's not such a heavy secret now."

Jack raised his eyebrows slightly, he was wondering if Sawyer felt the same way about his secret past and telling them or if he regretted telling them. "Yeah, I wonder if he's gonna talk to Libby more about it."

Sawyer frowned, "Well I don't think it's such a good idea, but if he wants to, I guess you're right, we need to let him make that decision." Jack nodded in agreement.

"So," Jack asked. "Did he say where he's going after his shift at the hatch?"

Sawyer turned his head to the side and gave a leering smile at Jack. "Well, yes he did." Sawyer paused a moment, for effect, waiting to hook Jack's curiosity.

Jack took the bait, "Well? Where's he going?"

Sawyer smiled again, "To my favorite alone place. You know where that secluded little lagoon is with the great waterfall that's off the path going towards the Black Rock?"

Jack nodded yes, "You mean the one that's off that trail that we don't use much?"

Sawyer nodded. "Yep, he's supposed to be meeting me there after his shift is over at 3 pm," Sawyer paused again, "It might be a nice surprise if you could come too Jack. Peter wouldn't be expecting it."

Now Jack had a grin on his face, "If I come, I'm going to give you that gift I owe you from last night. You okay with that Sawyer?" Sawyer had a mixed expression on his face, kind of an approach-avoidance expression Jack thought amusedly.

"Sure Doc, if you're man enough to dish it out, I'm man enough to take it," Sawyer said intensely.

"Oh, I'm more than man enough to dish it out. I'll try and be considerate and not hurt you too much," Jack said strongly.

Sawyer's expression changed and a flash of regret washed over his face. What had he gotten himself into? Jack decided he better soften his last statement a little, after all Sawyer had invited him to join them and had even agreed to fuck him. Jack walked over closer to him. Close enough for Sawyer to feel his breath on him. Sawyer tensed up. It was pure reflex.

"Besides," Jack said even softer, "You've been driving me crazy for weeks with your taunts, your sexual innuendos and comments and those damn lusty looks you've been giving me - you've been making me hornier than hell. I can't wait to fuck the hell out of you and make you come."

Sawyer was speechless now, which was unheard of for him. He felt his cock stir. He wanted to take Jack and back him up against the cave, but he knew he couldn't' do anything here. There were too many other people around to do anything that would be construed as sexual. He was frustrated. That would do, Jack thought. If he's stirred up and has to think about it all day, it'll make for great sex this afternoon.

Jack smiled slowly. "I'll see you later then lover." He backed away 3 or 4 steps and kept eye contact with Sawyer as he walked back to his cave to work. Sawyer was outdone with himself. How in the hell did I get myself in this predicament he thought. I've agreed to let Jack fuck me, not that I didn't want him to. But nothing will be the same after that. I'll have to try to get him to let me fuck him as soon as I can or he'll want to top me like he's doing Peter. Sawyer decided he was definitely getting a hard on and this place was too public to do anything about that. H went and got an empty water bottle and filled it up with water and headed back to the beach and his shelter. He made good time getting back.

He couldn't wait to get back to his tent. He was thinking about Jack and what it was going to be like having Jack touching him and fucking him and he had a huge hard-on. He almost couldn't wait until he got inside before he'd unzipped and started stroking himself. Then he had another idea of what he could do to make this more intense. He looked in the bag of sex toys that Peter had given him. He found what he was looking for, his own butt plug. This would make his masturbating much more intense and pleasurable. He looked around and found some lube and oiled it up well. He walked over to his seats, sat down and slowly pushed it into himself. It hurt worse than he thought. Slow down, he thought, unclench. After a few moments, he just had a very full sensation and he began to stroke his cock again. He imagined it was Jack inside his ass now fucking him as he continued to jerk off. He was moaning softly and could tell he was tensing up and that his orgasm was approaching. He decided to thrust the plug back into himself and time it with when he came. He hadn't counted on the orgasm being that strong though. His arousal had been so heightened thinking about Jack fucking him and the sensation of the butt plug that the orgasm literally put him on his knees. It was white hot intense and jerked his whole body as his cum shot out into his hand. God, he thought, if fantasizing about it has that effect on me, what'll the real thing be like? I'll be thinking about it all day. This may be the longest damn day of my life.