The Boys From Tennessee

The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: NC17
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 55 (55/60)
No Appetite

Jack went back around the corner and asked Locke if he wanted anything to eat. Locke invited them to eat with him, said he had some roast pork, vegetables and fruit, enough for all three of them. Jack said he’d check with Peter. Jack went back and sat down near the shower and waited for Peter to come out. When Peter emerged and saw himself in the mirror he groaned and looked at Jack. “I’m gonna be ashamed every time somebody looks at me Jack.” He sighed sadly. Jack took an extra towel and began gently patting him dry.

Jack started crying again, “Fuck, I need to be locked up for doing this to you.”

Peter pulled away, “I’ve got it Jack. What’d you want?” Peter kept drying himself off. Jack sat back and watched him continue to dry himself off, disturbed he didn’t want him helping.

“Locke invited us to share his roast pork, vegetables and some fruit.”

Peter slipped on Jacks jeans and then his own shoes. Jack handed him the t-shirt and Peter threw it over his shoulder.

“You don’t want him to see me though do you? You ashamed of me or scared of his reaction Jack?”

“Scared of his reaction and the reaction of others.”

“You shoulda thought of that before you raped me and tore me up. You were the one who wanted to mark me so bad you whipped me where no S&M couple would whip each other. There’s gonna be questions. I can’t hide. It’s all over my body Jack. You might as well get used to them looking at me and then at you and the questions they’re going to have about their precious doctor.”

“Okay, then, so you want to eat with him?”

“Sure, might as well face it now. I’ve still got to go back to the beach tonight remember?”

“Let me have a few minutes ahead of you so I can tell him. I’ll go see him about the food.” Peter sighed and shook his head. Jack went back to the computer room and asked Locke if he could serve up the food. Locke said he’d help him. It was almost an hour before the numbers had to be entered again. Jack took out the plates and was so nervous that he was making a racket with them. Locke asked him if he was okay. Jack shook his head no and said no not really. Locke just looked at him and raised his eyebrows and asked why.

“How much do you know about mine and Peter’s relationship John?”

“Probably more than most folks on this island. I’ve heard you having sex together in the bunkroom and in the shower. Is that what you mean?”

Jack’s brow was deeply furrowed. He looked down at his hands. “It’s a lot more complicated than that John.” He took a breath for courage. “We’re also into BDSM in a big way.”

Now Locke’s eyebrows were high and his brow was furrowed. “That’s more information than I need to know Jack. What you two do together is your business. I’d just as sure not know any more. Why are you even telling me this Jack?”

“You’ll understand when you see Peter. It got a little out of control today, I tore him up. It’s my fault. Don’t make him feel bad John, just let him eat dinner and go back to the beach.” Locke served up the plates and filled their water glasses. His back was to Peter when Peter walked in and spoke, the t-shirt slung over his back. Peter walked nervously around to the front of the table. John looked up and saw him and almost dropped the water glasses. He sat down the water glasses and walked around to get a better look at Peter.

He looked back at Jack. “God Almighty, Jack! What the hell were you thinking? They’d arrest you for aggravated assault and battery back home! You’ve beaten the hell out of him. Even across his face and neck!” Locke walked around to the back of Peter and his eyes narrowed. “You tear his ass up too Jack?”

“It was consensual John, I let him.” Peter lied. “It’s my fault too.”

Locke looked in his eyes. He knew Peter was lying. “Jack’s a lot older than you are and he’s a surgeon. He knew what he was doing to you. He should have stopped it before it got this far out of control. You’re gonna tell me you never once told him to stop?” Peter looked sadly at the floor and couldn’t speak. His eyes teared up and he shook his head no. John knew Peter had probably begged Jack to stop hurting him. That was why Jack couldn’t look him in the eyes right now.

John shook his head sadly and picked up his plate. “I’m going to eat in the computer room, boys. I don’t want to eat with either of you at the moment.” He left them alone in the kitchen area.

“Multiply that times 20 and you have an idea of what I’m facing back on the beach Jack.” Peter sat down and looked up at Jack, still frozen thinking about the whole situation. “Sit down Jack, for Christ’s sake, and eat dinner.” Jack sat down, but Peter could tell he had no appetite either. Peter took a bite, grimaced and moved his tongue over his lips. His lip was still bleeding where Jack had bitten him. Jack watched him, wishing he’d not hurt Peter. They both ate slowly, forcing themselves to eat. They both were lost in thought, not talking much. As they finished up, Peter spoke quietly. “I’m a little worried about Sawyer’s reaction Jack. He may show up here and want to beat the shit outa you. I think I can talk him down so he won’t show up at all. But I don’t want you two killing each other.”

“I’ll defend myself if he does Peter.”

“I know. You’ve fought with him before. He usually doesn’t really want to fight, he just wants to be heard and taken seriously. OK?”

Jack nodded, “Yeah I know. Been there done that.”

Peter drank his water and sighed, got up and washed his plate, glass and silverware. “Bring yours over; I’ll wash ‘em.” Jack nodded and brought them over for him to wash. As Peter dried his hands, Jack could see Peter’s mouth was swollen and all the marks where he’d flogged him were angry and red.

“I’m so sorry Peter. God, I wish I could take it back,” Jack said sadly as he put his hand down on Peter’s on the counter and caressed it with his thumb.

“There’s no taking it back Jack. I’m gonna head back to the beach now before it gets dark.” Jack nodded and yelled out to Locke he was walking Peter out. When they got outside Jack kissed Peter on the side of his mouth but Peter looked away and didn’t return the kiss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Peter. I love you – you know that right?”

Peter nodded very sadly. “I know Jack.” He walked away, turned and looked back at him. Jack forced himself to smile at him. Forced himself to not try and think yet, not try to feel yet. He sat outside and waited for Peter to get well out of earshot before he broke down and cried. He almost hoped Sawyer would show up and beat the hell out of him. Maybe he would feel better then.

Peter was glad the sun was setting as he approached the camp but he walked beyond the edge of the camp. He made it back to his tent without anyone speaking to him. He slipped inside, took off his shoes, lay down pulling his blanket over him. He tried to relax but he was still wound up about what had happened. He also knew that the bruises and whip marks would look bad tomorrow. He finally fell asleep but was startled awake later. He realized it was Sawyer in his tent.

“What time is it?” he asked. It was dark outside and dark in his tent.

“It’s about 9 pm I guess. Where’d you go off too this afternoon? I looked around for you, but there wasn’t any sign of you. You still mad at me?”

Peter sighed heavily. “A little. Have you seen Kate?”

“She’s more pissed at me than you are. She’s avoiding me like the plague.”

“So where’d you go? You’re not gonna stay in the bed are you?”

“No I’ll get back up for a while. Wanna walk down by the water some if that’s okay.”

“Sure whatever you want Pete. A walk sounds fine.”

It wasn’t really cold, but Peter got up and slipped on a windbreaker and his tennis shoes. When they stepped outside Peter started walking down towards the beach. He was thankful it was a very dark, cloudy night. He hoped he could keep this a secret from Sawyer at least until the morning. He reached out for Sawyer’s hand and he grasped it. They walked quite a ways in silence. Finally Sawyer couldn’t stand it any longer, “Ok. Why are you giving me the silent treatment if you’re not that pissed at me?”

“I wasn’t aware I was doing that. I just felt like being quiet if that’s okay.”

“You’re being weird Pete. You’re uptight and tense. What’s going on?”

Peter released his hand.

“Maybe I just need some alone time James. I can walk back by myself.”

Sawyer put his hands on his shoulders and Peter made a concerted effort to not react. Then Sawyer wrapped his arms around his back and kissed him like he usually would. He kissed him harder thrusting his tongue in his mouth. When he broke from the kiss Peter almost succeeded in pushing him away. Sawyer held him tighter to hold him and Peter cried out.

“What the fuck happened Peter? Your mouth’s bruised and I tasted blood when I kissed you, and why are you hollering about me holding you?

“Let me go! You’re hurting me Sawyer! Fuck!”

“Not until you tell me what’s happened.”

He tried to think of what to tell him. “Jack and I had sex this afternoon after you and I did. Rough sex. He was upset with me about my having sex with Kate and you. It just got a little outa control. It’s no worse than things you’ve done to me.”

Sawyer took him by the hand. “I want to see you by the fire light and see for myself. I think you’re lying to me.”

Pete dug his heels in. “Leave it alone Sawyer. It’s over and done now. It’s between me and Jack and don’t involve you. I don’t want you in the middle of this. It doesn’t concern you.”

“He must have really hurt you for you to fight so hard to keep me from seeing what he’s done. So I insist we go to the campfire so I can see for myself. You probably don’t want me grabbing and pulling you anywhere so I’d recommend you walk back with me.”

“I don’t want a scene Sawyer. Promise me you won’t make a scene.”

“Can’t promise that yet baby brother. Don’t know what he’s done to you yet.”

“He flogged me.”

“Well, I’ve done that before.”

“Not like this. He flogged me so hard he’s marked and cut me all over. I’m pretty torn up.”

“Why in the hell didn’t you safe word him?”

Peter paused and looked out at the ocean, away from Sawyer. “Wouldn’t let me have one.”

“What?! That’s about the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of. Did he tie you up or what?”

“Locked me into shackles over my head. Couldn’t protect myself.”

“What else did he do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it Sawyer. Give it a rest.”

Sawyer just pulled him along faster by his hand. He was impatient to get there. Peter grimaced as they got close enough to see who was at the campfire. Peter tried to stop him again. “Wait Sawyer. This is too public. Don’t do this now. I told you I don’t want a scene.”

“What you mean is you don’t want to tarnish the doc’s reputation by letting the good island people know their doc’s an S&M Master who whips and tortures you.”

“Shut up Sawyer. I’m not kidding.”

“And I’m not kidding either. I’ll take your windbreaker and shirt off you if you don’t take it off willingly.” Sawyer stopped pulling him 20 yards from the fire, but pointed towards it. “I’m gonna stoke the fire. Don’t you go anywhere.”

Peter was really anxious with good reason. Kate, Libby, and Julie sat out by the fire and they were already watching them with interest. Sawyer strode up to the fire and threw a couple more logs on it. Kate commented he was going to make the fire too large and run them all off, but Sawyer said he needed light to check on Peter, which made all three of them look in his direction simultaneously.

“Fuck you Sawyer!” Peter yelled as he shot him the bird and started for his tent. He got to it about the same time Sawyer grabbed him by the wrist. Peter hissed. His wrist stung and hurt, bleeding when Sawyer grabbed it. “You’re coming with me Peter so I can see the extent of the damage.” He pulled him by the wrist. “You can’t hide being torn up like this.”

“Let me go then!” Peter whispered. Sawyer released him and said sorry he’d hurt him as Peter gently rubbed his wrist. Peter followed along behind him. As they got to the fire, Sawyer said, “Take off your windbreaker and t-shirt, I want to see the extent of the damage.” Peter looked at him with tears in his eyes but fought them off. Sawyer helped him out of the windbreaker, pulled the t-shirt over his head and stepped to his side so he could see him better in the fire light. It also gave the three women a better look at him at the same time. They all gasped in union. Peter cringed. He hated this. Sawyer turned Peter’s head gently the other direction so he could see it all. Both sides of his face were swollen and bruised. His lips were split where Jack had hit him and you could tell his lower lip had been bitten. But the worst thing they saw was the whip marks across his face and neck. He’d been marked so that everyone who saw him would know he’d been whipped in the worst way.

All three women were standing up now. They thought Sawyer had done it. “Sawyer what have you done?” “God, why did you do this?”

He paid them no attention.

“Son-of-a-bitch! I wanna kill Jack. He hit you hard enough to bust your lip in two places and bit you too? Why in the hell did he flog you in the face and neck like this? That must have been really painful. And your chest and the undersides of your arms – shit!”

Sayid had heard the women’s exclamations and Sawyer’s cussing and was walking up to the campfire to see what the trouble was. Peter grimaced. Sayid might get mad enough to hurt Jack too, and he couldn’t control him like he could Sawyer.

All three women looked in shock like the words he was saying couldn’t be right. Kate was the one that spoke. “Tell the truth Peter, did Sawyer do this to you or did Jack do it like Sawyer said?” Sayid’s eyebrows went up as he assessed Peter’s damaged state.

Peter’s face told them the answer before he could say anything. “Jack didn’t mean to hurt me this bad. It just got out of control. It’s my fault as much as it’s Jacks.”

Sawyer was shaking his head no. Libby looked at the welts across his face, neck and body. “I don’t know if I believe that Jack is capable of this. This isn’t like him.” Kate nodded, still looking in shock. She wondered if she had caused this. She’d told Jack about what had happened in the jungle. Jack must have been berserk to have done this to him. Sayid edged over closer to look at Peter better.

“So he chained you up with your hands over your head and he cut you up like this? I bet you begged him to stop since he wouldn’t let you safeword him.” Sawyer traced the marks with his finger tips down his body and noticed they ran down into his jeans. Sawyer looked at him seriously. “The marks go down into your jeans. The SOB whipped your cock and balls didn’t he?!”

All three women gasped and whispered under their breath. Sayid muttered an indecipherable oath. Julie stood with her hand to her mouth, shaking her head no. She knew he would take almost anything that Jack or Sawyer would do to him in sex play. He was a masochist through and through and they both struck her as the dominating type.

“You mother-fucker, I didn’t want a damn scene,” he hissed at Sawyer. He hadn’t wanted these three women, who all meant something to him, knowing Jack had taken it that far, had hurt him that much. Not to mention Sayid who’d said he’d protect him.

“Tell me Peter or I’ll check you myself in front of them.” Peter looked away fighting tears. Libby knew immediately that Jack had done everything that Sawyer had said he’d done.

“Yes! Are you fucking satisfied? He hurt me! But I let him Sawyer. It’s as much my fault.”

“Not if he chained you up and wouldn’t let you have a safe word and he wouldn’t stop hurting you! It’s not your fault at all.”

“Oh God…no! I’m so sorry… It’s my fault…” Kate was shaking her head. She had been what had set Jack off.

“Son-of-a-bitch! You just couldn’t leave it alone Sawyer.” Peter was angry that it was already out in the open.

Sawyer took him by the shoulders and turned him around displaying the whip marks and damage to his backside. Peter heard Kate and Julie both gasp and he knew he was still bleeding from his ass. “You’ve got fresh blood on your jeans Pete. He raped you didn’t he? He fucked you till you bled. Did he hurt you? Did you beg him to stop?”

Peter jerked his shoulder away from Sawyer. “It’s not that damned simple Sawyer! You know that.” Peter was breathing heavy uneven breaths.

“So you begged him not to fuck you and he did anyway. Well apparently the good doctor has got a real dark mean side to him when it comes to you Peter.”

“No more than you Sawyer. You’ve made me bleed. You’ve done just as bad to me. But Jack didn’t make me do a show and tell in front of the fire when you’ve hurt me.”

Sawyer tossed Jack’s t-shirt back to him. “Jack tore you up so bad he gave you his jeans and t-shirt to wear.”

“Fuck you Sawyer!”

“We’re just talking about the truth here Pete. Jack tore you up and raped you and I’m mad enough to kill him.”

Libby looked dumbfounded; she couldn’t believe Jack could do this to Peter. The shock was apparent on Sayid’s face too.

Julie was shaking her head, “Why do you let him tear you up and abuse you like this Peter? You need help.” She got up and pulled Kate by the arm away from the fire. Kate looked in shock, but she went with her.

“It’s my fault. I was fucking around and I hurt him deeply, he was livid with me…” Peter was shaking he was so upset.

“Don’t make excuses for him. It’s not your fault Peter, it’s Jack’s. He knows all about you and your past. He took advantage of your vulnerability and your trust,” Libby said quietly. “God knows I wish he hadn’t…” She shook her head, “Let me know when you get to the point you want to talk.” She got up and walked back towards her shelter, still shaking her head.

“Oh God!” The tears were running down his face. “This is between Jack and me. I don’t want either one of you doing anything to Jack. I’m gonna handle it. You both understand?” Peter looked from Sayid to Sawyer before looking at the ground.

“I’m sorry for you Peter. But if you don’t handle it, one or both of us will take it up with Jack,” Sayid said as he sighed angrily. He would have never believed that Jack was capable of doing such a thing to someone he loved. But he believed Peter. The pain and shame were written all over his face. Peter walked into his shelter and started sobbing immediately. Sawyer followed him; he was determined to stay with him tonight. Jack would have to wait. Sawyer wrapped his arms around him gently this time and pulled him down onto the bed. Peter tried to push him away but Sawyer was persistent.

“I’m so sorry baby brother that Jack betrayed your trust and love. I know that’s what’s hurtin’ you the most.”

He held Peter close, petted him gently and rocked him. The sound of Peter’s weeping bothered everyone who heard him, but Sawyer most of all. He cursed Jack for breaking Peter’s heart.