The Boys From Tennessee
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Category:
G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
61
Views:
2,678
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Lost, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Personal Service
The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: Light R
Pairing: Jack and Peter
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 6 (6/60)
Personal Service
Jack walked Peter back to the hatch bedroom, guided him over to the bench in the room and spread his medical supplies out on a spare chair. “First off take this pill with this fresh bottle of water. Have you been drinking water today? You need to be with a fever.”
Peter shook his head no, “But I have eaten three times and I slept all afternoon. I’ll try to drink more water.”
Jack felt his forehead and stuck the thermometer back in his mouth. After a little while Jack took it out and frowned at it. “You’re still a little feverish, but it does take a little while for fever to come down. Are you having any pain now?”
“Well, I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck still. My eye’s bothering me and my nose is still killing me. I feel every bruise on my body and I’ve had a headache all day long.”
“I’ll see if we’ve got any Tylenol or not, but you need to drink water too. Dehydration will make a headache worse. I need to remove your bandages, check the sites, apply ointment and put on clean bandages.” Peter nodded. Jack carefully pulled the bandage off and looked at his eyelid. It was swollen somewhat and he was concerned about it. “I need to clean this some, you’ve got some infection in this.” Peter grimaced and thought oh hell this is gonna hurt. Jack was careful, but Peter still made hissing noises from the discomfort. Jack finally finished and re-bandaged it. He took his hand and caressed the left side of Peter’s face and told him he was sorry it hurt. Next he checked his nose and scalp wound, replacing the bandage there. “I need to check the bandages on your back where you hit the tree.” Peter nodded and Jack helped him carefully remove his shirt and applied new bandages as needed. He noticed Peter’s muscles were knotted up in his back and shoulders. “Are your back muscles and shoulders bothering you?” Jack asked.
“How’d you know that Doc? Are you psychic? I hurt like crazy where I hit that tree, and it’s like my back muscles are all trying to protect that area now.”
“Let me see if I can work some of that out of your back. Go lie down on the bottom bunk and I’ll be back after I clean up.” Jack picked up the used bloody bandages and supplies and went to wash his hands. When he got back Peter was in his t-shirt and boxers to get ready for bed and was face down partially under the sheets. Jack sat down on the edge of the bed, but found it was awkward from that angle. “Hold on,” he said, “I’m going to change positions so I can reach your shoulders and back better.” He slipped off his shoes, straddled Peter’s thighs and started massaging his shoulders again. Almost immediately Peter sighed and moaned, telling Jack it was helping already. Jack thought about how grateful Peter always seemed for any kindness shown him and how responsive he was. Jack had only been massaging Peter a few minutes when Sawyer and Kate popped into the room. Jack felt embarrassed, but knew if he jumped off Peter it would look worse.
“He’s got muscle cramping from the injuries last night. I’m just trying to give him some relief so he’ll sleep better,” Jack explained.
Sawyer couldn’t resist. “Well Doc, I didn’t know you gave personal service. What other services do you provide? Blowjobs? I just might have to sign up for some personal service to help me sleep too!” He could tell Jack was pissed. He didn’t even respond to his taunt. Kate just pushed Sawyer and tried not to smile. Jack was in a compromising position. He was basically mounted on Peter. Sawyer went over and picked up the book he had just finished reading and handed it to Kate. “I’ll be back for my backrub later,” Sawyer leered.
Jack just shook his head no and didn’t look up. Kate and Sawyer walked back out and down the hall. “Jack!” Peter gasped quietly, “Lighten up you’re killing me!” Jack didn’t realize how hard he was kneading Peter’s tight muscles when Sawyer was taunting and baiting him.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I know I shouldn’t let Sawyer get the best of me.”
“You guys have a real antagonistic push-pull thing going on. Y’all ever fooled around together?” Peter asked.
“What???” Jack said surprised. “No, I think he hates me. He definitely gets under my skin.”
“Well, he watches you an awful lot when you’re not paying attention. Some of the best guy-guy sex can be with a guy that really evokes strong emotions in you, even negative ones. I know that from experience,” Peter said softly. Jack started massaging up around his neck and shoulders.
“Shit, that hurt,” Peter winced, “that’s where Sawyer bit me last night.” Jack stood up on his knees and looked at the mark. “Humph. Sorry,” he said. He avoided that spot and after a little bit began massaging Peter’s lower back.
“That’s great,” Peter said and Jack could feel his lower back beginning to loosen up. After a few minutes Jack sat up straight and ran both his hands from Peter’s mid-thighs to both his ass cheeks. Peter had the perfect male ass. Tight, muscular, well rounded. Great for grabbing onto, great for fucking. Jack kneaded his ass cheeks upwards and outwards. Peter pushed his ass further up into his hands and moaned as he felt himself getting aroused.
“Jack, you’re making me hard. Do you want to fuck me?”
Jack knew for sure now that what he was feeling towards Peter was lust. He hadn’t fucked another guy since medical school, yet his own cock was hard from desire. Peter seemed so vulnerable, so submissive, so yielding, and so sexy. He almost reminded Jack of Boone. Peter spoke again, “I’ll fuck you Jack if you feel like it. I wanna fuck you. I’m real attracted to you.” Jack didn’t respond immediately other than a soft sigh. Peter could tell he was thinking. “Have you decided what you want from me to pay you back yet?”
“No, I haven’t.” Jack decided to get off Peter right then. There were too many people in the hatch at the moment and too much risk of being caught. He knew if he didn’t stop touching Peter now, he wouldn’t be able to stop. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you stirred up, just wanted you to sleep better tonight.”
Peter rolled over in the bed. “Jack, come here for a second.” Jack came closer and Peter put his hand behind his neck and pulled Jack down to him. He slipped his tongue into Jack’s mouth, tasting and kissing Jack fully. Jack kissed him back with desire he knew wasn’t going to be fulfilled tonight. Jack finally broke away but reached down and stroked Peter’s face and hair.
All he could say was “Later. There’s plenty of time for that later. When things are less public and you feel better. Get your 8 hours of sleep tonight. I won’t be waking you up.”
Peter smiled at the promise of a future rendezvous. “You’ve got great hands Jack. I’m gonna hold you to your promise.” Jack smiled, embarrassed. He said goodnight and dimmed the lights as he left.
Rating: Light R
Pairing: Jack and Peter
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 6 (6/60)
Personal Service
Jack walked Peter back to the hatch bedroom, guided him over to the bench in the room and spread his medical supplies out on a spare chair. “First off take this pill with this fresh bottle of water. Have you been drinking water today? You need to be with a fever.”
Peter shook his head no, “But I have eaten three times and I slept all afternoon. I’ll try to drink more water.”
Jack felt his forehead and stuck the thermometer back in his mouth. After a little while Jack took it out and frowned at it. “You’re still a little feverish, but it does take a little while for fever to come down. Are you having any pain now?”
“Well, I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck still. My eye’s bothering me and my nose is still killing me. I feel every bruise on my body and I’ve had a headache all day long.”
“I’ll see if we’ve got any Tylenol or not, but you need to drink water too. Dehydration will make a headache worse. I need to remove your bandages, check the sites, apply ointment and put on clean bandages.” Peter nodded. Jack carefully pulled the bandage off and looked at his eyelid. It was swollen somewhat and he was concerned about it. “I need to clean this some, you’ve got some infection in this.” Peter grimaced and thought oh hell this is gonna hurt. Jack was careful, but Peter still made hissing noises from the discomfort. Jack finally finished and re-bandaged it. He took his hand and caressed the left side of Peter’s face and told him he was sorry it hurt. Next he checked his nose and scalp wound, replacing the bandage there. “I need to check the bandages on your back where you hit the tree.” Peter nodded and Jack helped him carefully remove his shirt and applied new bandages as needed. He noticed Peter’s muscles were knotted up in his back and shoulders. “Are your back muscles and shoulders bothering you?” Jack asked.
“How’d you know that Doc? Are you psychic? I hurt like crazy where I hit that tree, and it’s like my back muscles are all trying to protect that area now.”
“Let me see if I can work some of that out of your back. Go lie down on the bottom bunk and I’ll be back after I clean up.” Jack picked up the used bloody bandages and supplies and went to wash his hands. When he got back Peter was in his t-shirt and boxers to get ready for bed and was face down partially under the sheets. Jack sat down on the edge of the bed, but found it was awkward from that angle. “Hold on,” he said, “I’m going to change positions so I can reach your shoulders and back better.” He slipped off his shoes, straddled Peter’s thighs and started massaging his shoulders again. Almost immediately Peter sighed and moaned, telling Jack it was helping already. Jack thought about how grateful Peter always seemed for any kindness shown him and how responsive he was. Jack had only been massaging Peter a few minutes when Sawyer and Kate popped into the room. Jack felt embarrassed, but knew if he jumped off Peter it would look worse.
“He’s got muscle cramping from the injuries last night. I’m just trying to give him some relief so he’ll sleep better,” Jack explained.
Sawyer couldn’t resist. “Well Doc, I didn’t know you gave personal service. What other services do you provide? Blowjobs? I just might have to sign up for some personal service to help me sleep too!” He could tell Jack was pissed. He didn’t even respond to his taunt. Kate just pushed Sawyer and tried not to smile. Jack was in a compromising position. He was basically mounted on Peter. Sawyer went over and picked up the book he had just finished reading and handed it to Kate. “I’ll be back for my backrub later,” Sawyer leered.
Jack just shook his head no and didn’t look up. Kate and Sawyer walked back out and down the hall. “Jack!” Peter gasped quietly, “Lighten up you’re killing me!” Jack didn’t realize how hard he was kneading Peter’s tight muscles when Sawyer was taunting and baiting him.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I know I shouldn’t let Sawyer get the best of me.”
“You guys have a real antagonistic push-pull thing going on. Y’all ever fooled around together?” Peter asked.
“What???” Jack said surprised. “No, I think he hates me. He definitely gets under my skin.”
“Well, he watches you an awful lot when you’re not paying attention. Some of the best guy-guy sex can be with a guy that really evokes strong emotions in you, even negative ones. I know that from experience,” Peter said softly. Jack started massaging up around his neck and shoulders.
“Shit, that hurt,” Peter winced, “that’s where Sawyer bit me last night.” Jack stood up on his knees and looked at the mark. “Humph. Sorry,” he said. He avoided that spot and after a little bit began massaging Peter’s lower back.
“That’s great,” Peter said and Jack could feel his lower back beginning to loosen up. After a few minutes Jack sat up straight and ran both his hands from Peter’s mid-thighs to both his ass cheeks. Peter had the perfect male ass. Tight, muscular, well rounded. Great for grabbing onto, great for fucking. Jack kneaded his ass cheeks upwards and outwards. Peter pushed his ass further up into his hands and moaned as he felt himself getting aroused.
“Jack, you’re making me hard. Do you want to fuck me?”
Jack knew for sure now that what he was feeling towards Peter was lust. He hadn’t fucked another guy since medical school, yet his own cock was hard from desire. Peter seemed so vulnerable, so submissive, so yielding, and so sexy. He almost reminded Jack of Boone. Peter spoke again, “I’ll fuck you Jack if you feel like it. I wanna fuck you. I’m real attracted to you.” Jack didn’t respond immediately other than a soft sigh. Peter could tell he was thinking. “Have you decided what you want from me to pay you back yet?”
“No, I haven’t.” Jack decided to get off Peter right then. There were too many people in the hatch at the moment and too much risk of being caught. He knew if he didn’t stop touching Peter now, he wouldn’t be able to stop. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you stirred up, just wanted you to sleep better tonight.”
Peter rolled over in the bed. “Jack, come here for a second.” Jack came closer and Peter put his hand behind his neck and pulled Jack down to him. He slipped his tongue into Jack’s mouth, tasting and kissing Jack fully. Jack kissed him back with desire he knew wasn’t going to be fulfilled tonight. Jack finally broke away but reached down and stroked Peter’s face and hair.
All he could say was “Later. There’s plenty of time for that later. When things are less public and you feel better. Get your 8 hours of sleep tonight. I won’t be waking you up.”
Peter smiled at the promise of a future rendezvous. “You’ve got great hands Jack. I’m gonna hold you to your promise.” Jack smiled, embarrassed. He said goodnight and dimmed the lights as he left.