The Boys From Tennessee

The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: NC17 M/M slash. Anal sex, masturbation.
Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing: Sayid/Peter
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 33 (33/60)
Shower Sex

When the countdown alarm went off two hours before the end of his shift Peter entered the code and decided he’d take his shower now, since things were quiet. He walked down the hall and stuck his head into the bathing area and found he was alone. He picked up on the of the clean hatch towels and went to the sink area and found his razor and blades where he had left them. His shaving foam was much lighter though, he smirked – that’s what I get for leaving it in here. He stripped off his shirt, rinsed his face and then lathered it up. He shaved himself slowly and carefully, thinking about the last time he’d gotten a shave here, Sayid had given it to him. It had been a very erotic shave and kiss. He was fantasizing about that afternoon as he was shaving himself. He thought about having Sayid up against him, his dark skin such a contrast to his own fair skin. He remembered Sayid’s hands, how precise and yet gentle they had been shaving him. He thought about his body and how tight, lean and muscular he was and how attracted he’d been to Sayid. All I could talk about was meeting Sawyer, he thought. Knowing how they are together, that was probably a big turn off. After all, Sayid had been involved in torturing Sawyer and they’d been like water and oil since then. Peter finished his shave and looked around and found some soap, but there wasn’t any shampoo to be seen, so soap would have to do. He stripped off his jeans and turned on the water in the shower and waited for it to warm up. He thought he heard the hatch door clang shut, but figured he was naked at this point and was gonna get his shower. When they got close they’d be able to hear the shower running. He stepped into the shower and let the warm water run down him. He took the bar of soap and lathered up his hair and rinsed it out. He decided that since he’d had sex three times since midnight, he’d better wash there next. He lathered up his cock and stroked it several times cleaning it. He had a hard-on already from fantasizing about Sayid. A low moan escaped his lips as he continued to stroke it and rinse. He turned around in the shower and was startled to see Sayid standing there watching him. “Damn, Sayid!” he swore. “You scared me to death. I didn’t hear you coming.” Sayid smiled and looked down suppressing laughter. Peter had really jumped when he’d turned around. Sayid didn’t mean to scare him but he had been transfixed watching Peter stroke himself and hadn’t spoken because he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you. What you were doing – I didn’t want to interrupt,” Sayid smiled.

Peter blushed, he now realized Sayid had been standing there watching him stroke his soapy cock and moaning because of it. “Just don’t’ sneak up on me, let me know you’re coming next time. I’ve got issues with that – you can guess why.” Sayid nodded apologetically.

“You could make it up to me by joining me and washing my back for me.” Peter smiled seductively, hoping Sayid would join him. Sayid was thinking it over. Peter decided to up the ante and turned his backside towards Sayid and began lathering it up. He could hear Sayid moving about now and after a few moments he realized Sayid was stripping off and was going to join him in the shower after all.

“I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you for scaring you so badly,” he said quietly as he moved into the shower with Peter. Sayid stepped into the stream of water and rinsed himself. He faced Peter and gently pulled him into the water stream with him, wrapping his arms around Peter and kissing him slowly on the mouth. Peter moaned and tipped his head back and his jaw down. Sayid slid his tongue into his mouth, teasing him. Peter slid his own tongue back into Sayid’s mouth, caressing his tongue. Sayid pushed him back against the shower tile. Peter kissed the side of his face and then licked him and ran his tongue across Sayid’s jaw and down his neck tasting the salt still on his skin. Sayid moaned and ran his hands over Peter’s body.

“I’ve wanted to do this with you ever since I got to know you better. I’ve thought about my shaving you, over and over.” Sayid said slowly.

“That’s funny, cause I’ve been fantasizing about this myself,” Peter whispered. Sayid took his face in his hands and kissed him more passionately this time. Peter wanted him. He wanted Sayid to fuck him. Sayid kissed him on the neck and slid his body against Peters, rubbing against Peter’s hard-on and holding him against him by his ass cheeks. “Oh God…” Peter whispered, “You want me Sayid? Then fuck me. I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me…” Peter reached down and stroked Sayid’s cock.

Sayid was already very hard and holding Peter firmly. “Give me the soap and turn around Peter,” he said. Peter kissed him and slipped the soap into his hands. He turned around and gasped as he felt Sayid’s fingers lathering him up for penetration. Sayid slipped two fingers into him slowly. Peter hissed initially. Sayid began slowly probing for his prostate with his two fingers. It didn’t take long.

“Oh God, oh fuck Sayid,” Peter moaned and Sayid could feel he’d made him weak in the knees with the orgasm. Sayid allowed him a couple of moments and then Peter could feel Sayid’s cock in position. Sayid bent him over slightly and reached around him and began to stroke Peter’s cock and pushed his own cock into Peter at the same time. Peter moaned loudly and pushed back against Sayid. Sayid began slow and rhythmically thrusting into him while keeping pace with Peter. “Oh God, this is so good Sayid. Fuck me harder if you want, I can take it…” Peter insisted. Sayid gradually picked up his pace and force until he was slapping his body against Peter’s. Sayid’s body tensed, his movements jerked and Peter knew he was coming. He felt Sayid shoot his cum into him. Sayid said something soft in what he guessed was Iraqi. He stayed inside of him and was stroking Peter harder and concentrating on the head of his cock. Peter practically screamed when he came and put his hands against the wall to hold himself steady. Sayid wrapped his arms around him and just held him for awhile. Finally he backed out and began washing Peter and himself off. He finished by washing Peter’s back and rinsing him. Peter turned around and kissed Sayid. Sayid looked a little embarrassed. They got out of the shower, dried off and got dressed again. Peter went to check on the time and Sayid joined him after shaving himself.

When Sayid came into the computer room. Peter asked him if he wanted to talk about what had just happened, but Sayid just shook his head no and said he didn’t need to talk about it. Peter told him he would be open to doing it again that they shouldn’t tell anyone else in case it got back to Sawyer. Sayid shook his head and agreed. “Sawyer is somewhat jealous and unpredictable sometimes,” Peter said. “I may eventually tell him and Jack both, but just not right now.” The countdown alarm started and Peter typed in the code. Sayid said he was going to lie down for a while and asked Peter to wake him when it was his time to leave, as he was his relief. “You certainly were,” Peter smiled. Sayid smiled back at him and walked down the hall to the bunkroom to catch a nap. Peter decided to see if there was anything in the hatch that needed doing and ran a load of towels and sheets. Everything else in the hatch seemed to be in order, so he sat back down to continue the book ‘til the end of his shift. After the countdown alarm had been reset again, he woke up Sayid and left the hatch to go back to the beach. As he approached the campsite, he smelled something like pork being roasted. Locke had apparently captured another swine and slaughtered it and was roasting it on a spit. It looked to be a large one; they would all eat well tonight. Peter came and sat down at the fire and said hello to Locke. He was quiet at first, which made Peter feel uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if it was what Locke knew about him or who he’d been with. He decided to talk with Locke about hunting and trapping and let him know that he’d grown up in the country and was thinking about trying his hand at it if there was a need. Locke warmed up to him as they talked about what he’d found that worked best and the best hunting areas. Peter offered to help him sometime, or take a week or two if Locke wanted a break from it. Locke seemed to appreciate the offer. Locke said it would probably be about an hour before the first meat was ready. Peter volunteered to go and find some additional wood for the fire and ended up making two trips bring back firewood. Locke remarked how different he seemed from Sawyer, who only rarely helped with any daily activities. Peter shrugged his shoulders and said they were different that way that he preferred to be able to do things and pull his own weight. Locke smiled and said that was good to know. Peter excused himself and went to look around for Sawyer.

He walked past Hurley talking with Libby, but stopped when Libby called his name. He didn’t want to interfere since he knew Hurley was sweet on Libby. He turned around and walked back to them. She asked him how he was doing. He told her he was anxious but that things were okay. She said she’d be glad to talk with him at any time. He looked at Hurley and gave a little smile. “I’ve been seeing Libby professionally for counseling,” he said.

Libby’s eyebrows went up. “You didn’t have to share that you know. That’s between us.”

“Yeah, I did. I don’t think it’s a big secret anymore Libby since I’ve gone to pieces on the beach in front of a large number of folks here,” Peter said quietly. Hurley looked thankful that Peter had clarified it. “I’ll come looking for you Libby if I need to talk. I promise I’ll come.” Libby nodded and smiled. Peter gave a small wave and continued on towards the large center campfire circle. There was already an early evening fire going in it. He saw Julie, Kate and Claire with Aaron sitting around it talking and smiling.

He walked over and spoke to them. “Good evening ladies and may I say you’re all looking particularly lovely this evening.” This drew giggles and some eye rolling and Peter smiled with them. “I’m serious you know… you’re all gorgeous.” Julie laughed again and asked him what he wanted. He replied nothing, just a little light conversation. He sat down and threw a piece of wood on the fire and the women started talking again. Aaron started getting fussy and crying and Claire asked him if he’d hold the baby and talk to him while she went to get him a fresh diaper. Kate and Julie both seemed surprised she hadn’t wanted to hand the baby to one of them.

“Watch this,” Claire said quietly. “Sawyer’s not the only one he will stop crying for.” Peter said okay and took Aaron from her and began to talk to him. The baby hushed almost immediately.

“I think it’s the Tennessee accent myself or maybe the tone but he definitely responds this way to both of us.” Peter said. He kept talking to Aaron; hoping Claire wouldn’t be gone too long. He could tell that Aaron was in need of that fresh diaper. Kate and Julie both seemed to get a kick out of watching him with the baby. Claire returned soon and took the baby to change him. Peter tried to look around inconspicuously for Sawyer, but still hadn’t seen him. Finally he asked them if they’d seen Sawyer today, and Julie said not since the morning. Peter excused himself and said he was going to see if he could find him. He had hardly gotten out of earshot when Julie said she hoped that they would break up. Kate seemed surprised and asked why Julie said that.

Julie replied, “I know you’re attracted to Sawyer Kate, but I think he’d bad news for Peter.”

“Why do you say that?” Kate asked again.

“Because Peter’s a masochist in his relationships with a dominant man. I think Peter’s in love with Sawyer – he’s like a puppy around him. Happy just to be with him and get any attention at all. I’m sure they’re messing around with BDSM. Peter’s got an extensive collection of things with him here. I think Sawyer’s topping him and being abusive to him. I also think Sawyer is probably the most dangerous man on this island if he’s crossed. I know Peter better than anyone on the island and I’m worried for him. I think Sawyer’s capable of just about anything.”

Kate started to defend Sawyer but then just decided to keep quiet and think about Julie had said. In the meantime, Peter had gotten to Sawyer’s tent and called his name and looked inside, finding no sign of him. He decided he would go back and eat dinner since it was dark now and about time for the meat to be ready and take some food back with him to his own tent in case Sawyer showed up there later. After he ate dinner he wrapped up plenty of the meat in a large banana leaf, refilled his water bottle and headed back to his own shelter.