someone call me?

The next day Sawyer wakes up late, and walks off to gather some fruit for breakfast, he sets off into the forest. Once he has finished eating he picks up the axe that he had also brought along with the knife. He takes off his shirt, and begins work on the nearest tree.

Just when he was half way through the trees he had aimed to chop up, he heard a voice, “Hey.” Jack said simply. “Hey” Sawyer echoed. Missing Jacks tone completely. Jack continues, “Looking good there, Sailor.” Sawyer looks at Jack, confused. Then he gets it, Sawyer sighs “that thing with Kate yesterday isn’t gunna be some kinda sick, running joke is it?”
“It isn’t a joke,” but it clearly is. “Ok then” Sawyer says in a “yeah right” tone. “But your right about yesterday, oh how I wish they were true,” Jack smiles. Sawyer has an idea, he will play along. “If your not joking, then it can be,” Sawyer stops chopping trees. Jack’s heart is racing, he watches as a topless, hot, sweaty Sawyer closes the gap between them. They are playing gay chicken, first one to stop loses the game. Jack knows Sawyer likes him, so he is playing to win more than the game. Sawyer is quietly confident that he will win the game because he thinks that Jack is not attracted to him.

“It can?”
“Hell yea, I been wantin’ to do this for ages now,” Trying to sound as serious as possible, therefore winning the game. “Me too.” They are inches away from each other their faces are now nearly touching, they are moving towards each other very slowly waiting for one another to pull back. Their lips join, just a peck though. Sawyer pulls away looking confused. Jack looks nervous as to what Sawyer will say, has he misunderstood the situation somehow? Fearing the next few minutes.

“W-what was that?” when no answer came he elaborated, “I thought we were just joking I never thought you actually liked me! Are you gay, bisexual, do you like me?” after a few seconds Jack decided that the truth was in order, convincing himself that he had more balls than Sawyer; he couldn’t even admit he was bi! “I am bi… and yes I do “like” you” he waited for a response, nothing. Sawyer’s mind was racing, his heart thumbing against his rib cage. He does like me, he was on a high. “And I know you like me back, so don’t try to hide it.” Jack was nervous as hell, but he made his voice sound sure. Sawyer, although he was attracted to Jack, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to come out or not admit he is bisexual, he is scared because no one knows about this fact, he feels it’s a weakness. So he questioned Jack, “Yeh? And how would you know something like that?... listening while I sleep? Pervert!”
“No, but it seemed pretty convincing when you where wanking and calling my name, what was it “Jack, Jack…oh god Jack, that feels so good” Jack quoted, emphasising every word he had heard Sawyer say. That pissed Sawyer off big time, “did I put on a good show for you did I? So you are a perve! Watching me while I thought I was alone!”
“It wasn’t like that” said Jack in a hurtful voice, “I thought someone was in trouble, you were calling my name, and when people normally do that it means they want them.” His rage building. Sawyer looked down, he knew he was in the wrong. Then he did something he normally never did, “sorry...” he pause making jack know he doesn’t normally say those words, “you’re right, I do like you”
“Does it matter? How can this work if we just kissed and then you shout at me for it knowing damn well there was no need, we both like each other, then we kiss, that was good, but then you ask stupid questions and try to make it seem you don’t like me, when you do?!?!” Jack shouted. “There’s no point… I can’t be with you if you are going to make me feel like this, it’s not worth it.” He added in a hurt, saddened voice. Jack looks disappointed then turns on his heel and storms off, leaving Sawyer feeling guilty and upset.


Jack is walking back to the hatch, his heart feels like it had been tore in two, he knew he had done the right thing, but he still just wanted Sawyer if only for one night, he wanted to run his hands through his golden hair, stroke his hardness, hear him moan again knowing that he had made him make those noises & most of all he wanted to feel him inside of him, or he wanted to feel him around his boner. Snapping him away from his dreams came a voice and quick, thudding footsteps. “Jack, Jack… wait Jack” Jack turned around and saw the same man who he had just been fantasising about running behind him trying to catch him up, a determined, but saddened expression.