My Future is the Past

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Part Two

“If I let you go… will you take me with you?” Ben asked, his big blue eyes looking wide and wild from behind his newly broken glasses. Sayid held his gaze now, keeping his own emotions hidden with some difficulty. He could see that Ben's eyes were fresh from crying, and he winced inwardly. Little Ben… entirely alone on the island, with only the hope of escape into the jungle to look forward to. All the boy’s dreams and fears laid bare for the world to see. He was so vulnerable.

“Yes,” Sayid answered without any hesitation, and felt a spark of joy as that one word made little Ben smile up at him.
I’ll take you far away from here. I’ll keep you safe from all of them, Sayid spoke in his head.

But aside from that idea, Sayid have a solid plan yet… Ben always had the plans… Gave me my assignments, he remembered sadly. Here, now, he was on his own; and he hadn't felt such a strong sense of purpose in a long time. Even when he had been striving to get revenge for Nadia’s murder, he hadn't felt like this. Right now, Sayid felt more purpose than he knew what to do with. He had more than enough resolve to take action, but he was relying on little Ben to help him. Ben, and his wits. It was more than a little ironic that, to save this younger Ben, Sayid was now trying to cultivate the incredible stealth and planning skills that older Ben had demonstrated so many times before. Back when they had been partners.

“Hey… are you alright?” little Ben asked, and Sayid was jolted out of his thoughts to find that he had been staring at Ben too intensely for too long, and the boy looked a little worried. “…Did they… drug you?”

Sayid stopped himself from smiling at that, but couldn’t help coloring slightly. “No,” Sayid half-lied. “I’m alright. Let’s get out of here,” he urged, and Ben nodded, unlocking the cell door.
Immediately, Sayid took the lead, stepping in front of Ben protectively. “Follow me,” he whispered, resisting the urge to reach for Ben’s small hand to guide him.

“You know your way around here?” Ben asked as they made their way out of the underground station.

“Yes,” Sayid said plainly.

Ben apparently accepted the simple answer, because he remained silent for the rest of their journey out of Dharmaville and into the jungle.


It was only when they had made their way into the tree line, and walked a good three-quarters of a mile away from civilization, that Ben spoke up again.

“Where are we going?” he asked, his voice sounding a little stronger now that they were both actually on the road to freedom.

Sayid hesitated for just a moment before answering. “To the beach. …A certain area where I used to live.”
He wasn’t planning on taking Ben to the beach, actually… but what else could he do? He didn’t want to take Ben to the others. Little Ben had said that Richard had talked to him before, and they’d expressed an interest in him. That will be difficult to figure out, Sayid thought to himself. He would have to deal with that later. For now, though, escape was their priority.

Ben quickened his pace to walk next to Sayid instead of behind him. “Are we meeting your people there?”

“…Not yet,” Sayid said, and glanced down at Ben. The boy’s hood had slid off sometime during their fast walking, and Sayid could see his face in the dappled moonlight sifting through the tree canopy above them.

Ben looked disappointed. “…Alright,” he agreed after just a moment, and Sayid marveled at how easily and quickly little Ben trusted him.

Sayid was amazed at just how much this child was the opposite of his older self, while still being so... Ben. The deep, intelligent, thoughtful manner, almost calculating. The fussy, quiet mannerisms, the way his eyes looked… the softness of his mouth when he smiled…

Sayid paled as, all of a sudden, he realized-- he was attracted to little Ben.

And it was just so blindly obvious, just then, that Sayid wasn’t about to lie to himself about it. Somehow, it was there. That feeling, the magnet that had inevitably drawn Sayid to older Ben, somehow existed inside his younger self.

Or maybe I’m sick, Sayid thought with a grimace. He had thought that his feelings towards this younger Ben were purely paternal, about protection, nurturing… but evidently, he had been wrong.
Now he was glad the two of them didn’t have to talk to or look at each other much on the walk. How far from Dharmaville were they now? At least two miles. Where were they going, again? How far was the beach? …Sayid did not have a structurally sound escape plan. And now he was starting to get worried.

Now, just walking next to this twelve-year-old Ben was making Sayid more than a little uncomfortable. He had not forseen this turn of events.


“How many of you are at--” Ben started to say, but just then, lights from a Dharma vehicle shone in the road they were walking parallel to.

Sayid was wrenched from his anxious train of thought. “Move!” he hissed, and took Ben’s hand to lead him further away from the road. “Stay down,” Sayid advised, and the two of them crouched behind some large trees and waited.

The blue van drew nearer, and as it passed, Sayid looked through the trees and saw Jin sitting in the driver’s seat. He was talking into his walkie, and he hadn’t seen them.

Sayid let out a small sigh of relief as then van drove out of sight and hearing range.

But then he noticed something. He was still holding Ben’s soft little hand rather tightly, and the boy was pressed against his side. Sayid could feel Ben trembling.

Sayid knew his own face was flushed again. He was once more thankful that they were in near-darkness. Since when had he had this poor self-control? He used to be able to keep a perfect poker face in any situation.
He glanced down at little Ben. “What is it?” He asked softly, and Ben huddled closer against his side. The poor boy was shaking like a leaf.

Ben shook his bowed head wordlessly, and he wrapped his arms around Sayid’s torso, clinging to him.
“P-please don’t let them find me, please… Sayid…” he begged, his weak voice muffled by Sayid’s shirt.

Sayid stared down at Ben, rather astonished at this display. After a few seconds he found the wits to carefully return the gesture, holding Ben against his side and rubbing his back gently. He could feel Ben’s tears seeping through the fabric of his shirt, and saw that the boy was really trembling with fright.

Sayid felt a wave of emotion sweep over him. He sniffed it back, surprised at himself. Then after a moment, he spoke, his voice strong.

“I won’t let them find us. I promise,” he whispered, thankfully without letting his voice break. “And I won’t let… your father ever hurt you again,” he added, and felt Ben hug him tighter at those words.

“…Th-thank you, Sayid,” Ben whispered, and after a few more moments he slowly let go of Sayid’s torso, and started to lean away.

But Sayid kept his own embrace around the boy, feeling his mouth pull into a smile, and his own eyes starting to fill with tears. It felt so good to not lie. To tell the truth with such conviction… it was liberating. “You’re welcome, Benjamin,” Sayid answered, and smiled even more as Ben looked up at him and seemed more than a little surprised by Sayid’s tears and expression.

Before he could stop himself, Sayid leaned down and kissed Ben’s forehead. He let his lips linger against the sweetly sweaty skin for just a moment, before he pulled back and just gazed down at little Ben.
Sayid felt guilty as the feelings of attraction came back full-force, and he knew that the forehead kiss had been indulgent. He hoped that Ben read his actions as purely paternal.

But judging by the way Ben was now staring up at him with a shocked expression, that theory was shot. Funnily enough, though, Sayid wasn't worried.

“Why did… you do that?” Ben asked with youthful bluntness.

Sayid took in a shaky breath and let out a quiet laugh at himself, wiping away his tears of joy.
Because you’re healing me. Because you are a wonderful boy, and the most precious thing I know. Because I love you. I‘ve always loved you, old or young, all manner of principles be damned, he thought. But he couldn't say that... yet.

“I’m just… very happy, Ben.”

Little Ben looked confused. “Then why were you crying?”

Sayid smiled wider. “It is because I'm happy. Because… because of you,” he risked, watching Ben carefully. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Oh,” Ben said, and tore his eyes away from Sayid’s, in favor of looking at a nearby fern. “Um... no problem.”

Sayid was still holding on to Ben loosely, and he didn’t know whether to smile more, or start to feel very bad. What was he going to do, try to woo a twelve-year-old boy? Had Ben even entered his first stages of puberty yet? …He was so small and cute…

…Damn it, Sayid cursed himself as he tried desperately to fight the arousal creeping in under his skin. What am I doing?

“No one’s ever kissed me before,” Ben said quietly after a moment.

Hearing Ben’s adorably timid voice say that, Sayid almost groaned, but bit his lip to keep it inside. Good thing Ben wasn’t looking up at him. Or at his lap.

“My dad never…” Ben started, then changed to, “I mean, my mother died right after I was born, so she never… I never had that.”

Sayid’s brows furrowed at the way Ben spoke those sad things. He sounded so… old. The boy was already so aware of the bad side of life. At the age of twelve...

“…I’m sorry,” Sayid said, quite sincerely, still not able to take his eyes off of Ben.

Ben smiled a little. “Thanks.”

Sayid smiled back.

Ben looked back up at him, then, and Sayid’s smile faded into a look of awe as he gazed into those big, bright blue eyes. Ben suddenly looked… different.

Sayid watched, then, as Ben slowly turned around in his embrace, and then draped his little arms around Sayid’s shoulders.

Sayid was frozen.

The moonlight glinted off of Ben’s glasses as he leaned up, closer to Sayid’s face. And slowly, shakily, the boy tilted his head and pressed his lips against Sayid's blushing cheek.

Then little Ben hugged him slowly, pressing his torso to Sayid’s in an inexplicably sensual way, and Sayid had to concentrate very hard to keep from moaning, wrapping his arms tightly around the small form, and kissing him in a decidedly not platonic fashion.


Ben’s hug lasted, and Sayid felt himself breaking into a sweat.

“…Benjamin,” he finally said shakily, breaking the silence.

Ben abruptly pulled away from him, turning around.
“I…I’m sorry,” he mumbled, then Sayid heard him let out a quiet sob.

“It’s alright,” Sayid said in a very soft, reassuring voice.
Even if those two words might damn him forever, they were still true.

Ben shook his head again, and lowered his face into his hands. “No… it’s not. It’s not alright. I’m not alright…nothing is alright…”


Now Sayid was sure that Ben had started puberty already. How else could he be this angsty all of a sudden? The poor boy was hurt and confused out of his mind, and Sayid could only try to help, without being too selfish.

“No Ben, really… it is alright,” Sayid tried, hiding his guilt behind his desire to help Ben. “Come here.”

Hold on. …I didn’t mean to say that.


Little Ben turned around to face Sayid again. His cheeks were wet with fresh tears, and he had an utterly defeated expression on his face.
He stepped back towards where Sayid sat, and dropped down to his knees to hug the man again, this time in a more regular way, somehow.

Sayid sighed quietly. “It's alright. Don’t worry.”

“But I am worried. Sayid… what if they find me? What if they want to take me back?”


Sayid leaned back, and looked straight into Ben’s eyes.

“I won't let them take you back. They will never find us.”


In the next moment, Sayid lost control of his actions. What part of his conscience remained active could only watch in horror as he reached up to hold Ben’s chin in his hand delicately, tilt the boy’s head slightly to the side, lean in, and press his lips against Ben’s wonderfully soft mouth.

A second later, to Sayid’s amazement and fright, Ben didn’t pull away or struggle against him. The boy didn’t move a muscle, actually. But Sayid was determined to get some kind of reaction, good or bad.
I might be completely insane for doing this, Sayid thought, but he wouldn’t give up hope yet, even if he was being very selfish. If this was Ben's first kiss, Sayid wanted it to be nice.
He slowly moved his mouth against Ben’s, sucking on the boy’s lips ever-so-gently.

Ben whimpered, and Sayid felt him shiver. Not a bad reaction.

Then, Sayid gasped softly as Ben gradually started to respond to the kiss. Sayid calmed himself for a moment to allow Ben to move, and sure enough, little Benjamin started kissing him back, doing his best to mimick what Sayid’s mouth had done. Sayid let out a soft moan as Ben sucked on his lower lip a little. And when the boy moved his body slightly to hold Sayid closer, Sayid couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Oh… Ben,” he whispered, and then he easily regained control of the kiss, pressing his lips harder against Ben’s and quickly sliding his tongue into the small, soft mouth. He felt Ben tense in his arms, then Sayid nearly melted as he heard the boy release a tiny whimper.

Sayid didn’t realize he’d pushed Ben down to the ground until he felt the boy’s wonderful little body squirming beneath him. He moaned into Ben’s mouth, then finally let them both breathe again as he slid down slightly to kiss at the boy’s throat. He heard Ben let out a soft groan of protest, and Sayid fought with himself. He was already so hard. He couldn’t take much more. Gently... gently, Sayid warned himself. He'd hate to hurt Ben.

With no small effort, Sayid slowed down somewhat and continued to place kisses on Ben’s neck, jaw line, and ears. Ben didn't cry out for him to stop, so Sayid reached a hand down between them to unzip his jeans. That might scare the boy, but Sayid was too far gone. He had to release some tension or he might go crazy and do much worse later.

“Ah--ahh,” Sayid winced as he uncovered his arousal, then hissed in air through his teeth as his left hand finally closed around the hard shaft.

“Ben… oh, my Ben…” Sayid barely heard himself gasping against Ben’s neck as he started to pump his erection, while at the same time moving his body recklessly against Ben’s delicate form, grinding his hips down onto Ben’s legs and the jungle floor, not caring in the least about getting dirty. “B-Benjamin…” he gasped, and moaned as he neared completion surprisingly quickly, every one of his senses trained on the body beneath his. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of Ben’s chest against his own as he breathed; tasted Ben’s sweet sweat on the soft, pale skin of his neck; felt the helpless twitching of the boy’s legs as he tried, weakly, to get out of this totally inappropriate situation.

“S-S-Sayid…” Ben whispered desperately, but Sayid only moaned in response at the sound of the frightened voice.

His voice… It was so soft, so timid, so vulnerable, so amazingly, maddeningly sexy… Sayid was gone. His back arched and he pressed his face against Ben’s neck, crying out the boy’s name breathlessly once more. Sayid climaxed by his own hand, all over the jungle floor between Ben’s jeans-clad thighs.


Although dazed, Sayid had enough sense to not collapse on top of Ben and crush him. He took deep breaths of air to steady himself as he calmed down from that amazing orgasm.
After wiping his messy hand on the back of his jeans, Sayid scooted up to press his lips against Ben’s face tenderly.

It took him a second to notice that Ben’s cheeks were wet, and the boy was shivering, holding in sobs.

“No… no,” Sayid breathed as he looked down at Ben’s tear-streaked face, and heard his shaky breathing. Sayid’s haze of pleasure faded very quickly as it was replaced with guilt and fear. “Oh no. Ben… I’m sorry, I should not have… I didn’t mean to... damn it,” Sayid stuttered, moving quickly to sit up again and give Ben some room. He had barely touched Ben, but given his actions, the violation was clear. As the rush faded and he could think clearly again, Sayid ached with guilt.

As Sayid moved off of him, Ben slowly turned on his side and curled up, shivering and only half-succeeding at holding in his sobs. “Why did you…” was all he could manage, and Sayid’s heart might’ve broken right then.

“Ben, I… I lost control of myself. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for... it to go that far, I… I never meant to hurt you. I… I can’t ask for your forgiveness, but I am sorry...” Sayid said sincerely, feeling like a complete idiot and a freak.
I can kill people left and right without batting an eyelash… but Ben’s crying… he had caused it, this time, exactly what he had sworn to keep from happening.
It destroyed Sayid.


Ben sniffled. “It’s… Sayid, I… I’m not… sad because of… you,” he mumbled after a few seconds, and sat up slowly, wiping his eyes, trying to stop crying.

Sayid felt both a swell of hope and a pang of fresh fear at those words. “What?” He said, then asked carefully, “Benjamin, you… then why are you upset?”

Ben sniffed loudly against his sweatshirt sleeve, then glanced up at Sayid’s face once before looking down at the ground again. “It’s… my dad.”

A cold chill ran down Sayid’s spine. “…What do you mean?”

Ben took a deep breath, steeling himself. “My dad. He… he hits me… and stuff.”

Sayid knew where this was going. His insides started to churn in anger and disgust, though he did his best to keep calm. He cleared his throat quietly. “‘And stuff?’”

At that, Ben looked up at him, anger in his eyes. “Yeah, ‘stuff’… You know what I mean, it happens,” Ben said, his tone bitter and wounded.

Sayid swallowed in a dry throat. “Yes, I… see. Ben, I’m sorry…” he stuttered lamely, then was both surprised and relieved to see Ben’s face soften at his words. The boy was so… resilient. Even after Sayid’s much-more-than-inappropriate behaviour.

“So you… you understand? I mean…” Ben started, his voice growing unsure again.

“Your father. He… abused you. I saw that for myself,” Sayid said gently, and Ben looked ashamed at that. “And… he touched you, correct?” Sayid attempted to clarify, keeping his voice neutral so he wouldn’t upset Ben again.

But Ben shook his head. “No. He never… touched me. But he… it… he did make me… do things. Things… for him.”

“He made you do... sexual things for him?” Sayid asked, his voice calm, though underneath, every fiber of his being was screaming for Roger Linus’ blood.

I’m such a hypocrite, Sayid thought then, and he paled.

Meanwhile, Ben turned red with shame and anger. “Y-yeah,” he mumbled, then turned his gaze to Sayid’s face. “Sayid… I can’t go back there. I can’t…”

Sayid felt his body relax as he saw Ben’s scared, hopeful expression. The boy needed saving. And even after Sayid's grevious loss of self-control, Ben was willing to trust him. He was a truly amazing boy. I don't deserve him, do I... Sayid thought.

“I know. Don't worry, Ben. We will never go back. You’re staying with me,” Sayid said, then worried if that last statement was too strong.
Keep it together, Sayid...


“Good,” Ben said after a short pause, and smiled a little in relief. “Thank you, Sayid.”

Sayid felt fresh guilt. “You shouldn’t thank me... After... what I just did, I--”

“No,” Ben interrupted, looking purposefully at the ground again. “That was… it's alright. I… didn’t mind.”

Sayid felt his mouth open in shock, before he recovered. Kind of.
“…Really?” He managed.

Of course not really, Sayid thought then. Ben is a hormonal kid. He's confused. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.


“Really,” Ben repeated. “It… you…” he struggled for the words, and then blushed and said quietly, “I liked it.”

He liked it? Sayid thought incredulously. What the hell does he mean by saying that?
But despite his shock, Sayid felt warmth growing in his heart. He tried to ignore it, and coughed nervously. “Ben, I don’t think you’re… thinking quite clearly. I mean, today has been …stressful… and I’m sure I have confused you quite enough already. Maybe we--”

“No.” Ben said the word with complete confidence. “I know what I'm saying. I'm not stupid; I know what’s right and wrong. But my dad… he doesn't know. He’s a bad person. Not just to me... to everybody. I see it all the time. And... he hurt me. And when... when he made me do… stuff, it wasn’t like I… well, I… I never…” Ben faltered, glancing nervously up at Sayid.

Sayid just listened, amazed at how Ben’s character could change so quickly. Just like the older Ben I got to know, he mused. Except… this little Ben is so much more… sincere about everything. Listening to him talk about these things... he's so bright, so strong. He has so much potential.

Young Ben turned to face Sayid. “What I mean to say is… it wasn’t the same as… what you did. My dad… with him, I didn’t… I never…” Ben struggled to get the words out, until he seemed to give up, and then he suddenly moved close to Sayid again, and hugged him.

This hug was like the first one Sayid had received. Somehow sensual, yet still innocent, Ben's small, warm body pressed against Sayid's, his hot breath filtering through the shoulder of Sayid's shirt.

Sayid swallowed back a groan. Ben’s little body… his torso pressed against Sayid’s like that…

“I never… felt good, like I do… with you,” Ben finished in a whisper, his anger and brave mannerisms gone in a flash; only his timid, innocent self remained.

Sayid couldn't speak just then. So he wrapped his arms around Ben slowly and held him close. Ben stayed still, breathing a little faster. After a few moments, Sayid reluctantly started to pull back, but Ben clung to him, and Sayid heard him gasp as he pushed his hips against Sayid's thigh.

Sayid felt something, and warmth skittered over his skin.
He's just a kid, he's hormonal, I shouldn't be feeling this, I should ignore it, I should just move away...
The insistent little hardness pressed against Sayid's thigh, and he could feel the heat from Ben's groin even through the layers of denim.

“Benjamin,” Sayid breathed, “I… we shouldn’t… be like this.”

“Why not?” Ben whispered. “…Please, Sayid… I… I like you.”

What? Sayid gritted his teeth silently, and started to sweat a little.
“Ben, I… I like you too. That’s not the problem... I mean…I just think…”
What do I think? ...What do I think is keeping us apart? Of course, there's the large age difference, and we're physically very different... but… mentally? We’re on the Island. Stranger things have happened here, certainly. …Why… why can’t we be together, then? Sayid found himself asking. It surprised him, but it seemed… simple. This could be normal. Maybe.
If he was careful... Sayid could have everything he wanted. But he would have to be so very, very careful, in all things.
Can I let myself hope that this could work?

“Please, Sayid…” Ben whispered, and Sayid had to grit his teeth again. He wondered if the boy knew how sexy his little voice was when he begged like that.

Sayid’s worries were relegated to the back of his mind as he slowly ran a hand down Ben’s back slowly, and felt the boy shiver and press himself against Sayid even more.

Sayid closed his eyes. If he hadn't exhausted his own arousal so recently, this stimulation would've caused a problem. But as it was, he was able to be a bit more calm.
“Are you sure, Benjamin?” he asked softly.

Ben, much to Sayid’s surprise, let out a small snort of laughter. “Yes, I'm sure.”

Sayid smiled at that. Ben seemed to understand a lot more than Sayid gave the boy credit for. Maybe this could work, after all.
“Alright, then,” Sayid whispered into Ben’s ear, then moved to capture the boy’s lips again.

“Thank y--” Ben whispered before he was cut off as Sayid’s tongue slowly lid into his mouth. Ben’s eyes closed and he sighed softly in would-be-innocent pleasure.

Sayid relaxed and let himself bask in this new warmth. Ben was confident, and Sayid would deliver. It was Ben’s turn to enjoy this, now.

“Mmhh!!” Ben squeaked into their kiss as Sayid slowly slid his hand over the front of the boy’s jeans, pressing his fingers against the hardness he had felt there.

“May I?” Sayid broke the kiss to ask as cooly as he could.
Ben nodded, his face flushed, eyes barely open, his breath faster than before. Sayid smiled as he kissed those soft lips, and at the same time unbuttoned Ben’s jeans and unzipped them, slowly. After everything he had gone through, Ben needed a very gentle touch.

Sayid could feel that Ben was shaking, most likely in embarrassment and fear. This was all new territory for him. He whimpered loudly and scooted away from Sayid’s hand as the man gently touched him through his boxer shorts.

Sayid knew that Ben was only scared by instinct. No one had ever touched him before. Sayid was his first real experience, and the man wanted it to be nothing but pleasure. He wanted to heal Ben with every touch, erase the past, let the boy forget the abuse he had endured.

“Am I moving too quickly?” Sayid asked gently, stopping his intimate touch for a few moments. With his other hand, he rubbed Ben’s back soothingly.

“…N-no,” Ben breathed, and although his voice was weak, Sayid felt him relaxing into the comforting embrace. He was getting through to the boy.

“I never want to hurt you,” Sayid said seriously. Ben’s nervous grip on his shoulders loosened somewhat, and he wrapped his arms around Sayid’s neck instead.

“I know. I… I trust you, Sayid. B-before I even knew your name, I… felt like I could trust you. I'm... so glad that...”

Sayid smiled and his heart swelled. He trusts me... but so blindly… because I’m the image of freedom to him. A means of escape, an unconditionally caring figure, a friend… something he’s never had. I was so important to him, right from the start, now maybe I could be... more, Sayid thought. It was both a comforting and frightening thought. This new hope was fragile. But should he trust me? I am not the Other he thinks I am. I am lying to him right now.
If Ben trusted all of the Others this easily, what would he say if he found out that Sayid wasn’t really an Other? Would Ben still want to be with him if Sayid demanded that all of the boy’s plans change? Would Ben run?

...No… He would stay, Sayid decided. Though only time would tell for sure.

“Ben… thank you. Your trust means a great deal to me. I want to make sure you know that,” Sayid said, leaning back to look into Ben’s eyes for a moment. “And I trust you, too.”

Ben smiled shyly, blushing even more when Sayid looked down at him in his vulnerable position. “Th-thanks.”

Sayid again marveled at little Ben’s sweet innocence. He was not used to this Ben. The boy was… perfect. It was addicting. “If I do anything you don’t like, please tell me to stop,” Sayid whispered into Ben’s ear.

He felt the boy shiver. “Uh... okay.”


Sayid slid his hand down past Ben’s stomach, letting his palm rest lightly against the bulge in the boy’s boxers. Before Ben could react to that, though, Sayid kissed him slowly and deeply, sucking on the soft little tongue and running his own over it suggestively.

Ben moaned and held on to Sayid tighter, surrendering to him, his body begging to be touched. And Sayid complied.

“S-s-ay-ahh...!” Ben broke the kiss to gasp loudly as Sayid pulled down the boy’s boxers, giving his impressive little erection some air. Then Sayid wrapped his strong, warm fingers around it.

Ben gasped, tilted his head back, and made the most erotic little sound, then, that Sayid had to shut his eyes and bite his own lower lip hard to keep his cool. He let Ben take in a shaky breath of air before he started moving his fingers up and down.

“Oh! Auhh…ahh!” Ben moaned softly, clinging to Sayid’s neck for dear life. The boy started to pant, and he pressed himself against Sayid more, his slim little hips bucking into Sayid’s gentle grip.

“You like this, Benjamin?” Sayid whispered into Ben’s ear, managing to keep most of the lust out of his voice, although that was quite a difficult task.

“Hhaahh… ah… y-yes…” Ben breathed, his voice and his body trembling.

Sayid grinned and licked his lips in anticipation. “Lie back,” he ordered quietly, and after just a moment, little Ben obeyed. Sayid cradled the boy in his arms as he lay them both down, then he slid down the small body, watching Ben’s face all the while.

Ben’s eyes widened as he saw where Sayid was going. “S-sayid… what… a-are you… do..doing…?” he stuttered, squirming a little as Sayid brushed his thumbs over both of Ben’s exposed hips.

“Your skin is so soft here,” Sayid breathed as he bent down, and brushed his face against Ben’s stomach, right above his groin.

Ben squealed. “S-sayid, ahh... w-w-what…”

“Sshhh…”

Sayid bent down, opened his mouth, and slowly licked Ben from root to tip.

Ben threw his head back and let out a silent scream. His hips bucked his stiff little shaft into Sayid’s mouth, and Sayid closed his eyes, immediately licking and sucking Ben like he was candy.

Oh God, Ben… you’re inside me again, Sayid thought rather dazedly as little Ben let out a series of high-pitched squeaks and gasps.
Sayid massaged Ben with his lips and tongue, lapping at his tight little balls, and suckling gently on his tip.

Ben squirmed almost violently, and Sayid had to hold the boy's bony hips down to keep him still. Ben squealed, and covered his face with his arms, simultaneously on fire with arousal and embarrassment, unable to submit to either.

He is beautiful, Sayid thought.

In barely a minute, Sayid's expert mouth became too much for the inexperienced boy.
“S-Sa-Sayi-- ahh!” Ben cried out desperately, and suddenly he was climaxing, and Sayid stayed down, swallowing carefully. It was even sweeter than he remembered.


“Nnnhh…” Ben whimpered after a few moments, his body going limp. Sayid gently released Ben and pulled his boxers and pants back up, then moved himself up to lie beside Ben, cradling the boy in his arms gently.

“Are you alright?” Sayid asked playfully, and grinned as Ben blinked dazedly up at him and nodded, too exhausted to speak. “Good. Go to sleep now,” Sayid then whispered in the boy’s ear, and watched as Ben obeyed, dropping off to sleep faster than you could say ‘time-traveling-bunnies’.


“I love you, my little Ben,” Sayid whispered as he watched Ben drift off into slumber, and soon, he was also fast asleep on the soft jungle floor, snuggling close to little Ben to keep their mutual warmth.


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