The Boys From Tennessee II

The Boys From Tennessee II
Rating: NC17, F/M, M/M, oral sex, anal sex
Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing: Ana Lucia/Peter, Charlie/Peter
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

The Boys From Tennessee II
Chapter 7
I’d Love To Shag You

Peter walked a mile or more up the beach in the darkness. The beach was very dark this night, no stars were visible. Peter wished they’d been visible, the stars always seemed a comfort to him but he was denied even that tonight. He stood looking out to sea, his feet in the surf but it was so dark that you couldn’t see very far. He stood crying, thinking about his earlier anxiety attack and how out of control he’d felt. He felt exposed and embarrassed about his reaction but there was nothing he could do about it now. He knew that Jack, Sawyer and Sayid all cared deeply for him but he felt like he couldn’t face them at the moment. He turned, walked up the darkened beach and went down on his knees. He felt angry at his father, the men who’d raped him and even God for allowing it all to happen to him. He began striking the sand repeatedly with his fists. “Fuck you… fuck you all!” he yelled and sobbed again. He was startled as he realized someone was close by and calling to him.

“Hey! You scared me Peter. I was sitting here watching the surf when you walked up. Are you all right?” a female voice with a soft Hispanic accent, Ana Lucia maybe.

“Who’s there?” Peter asked as he wiped away his tears quickly.

“It’s Ana. I didn’t mean to scare you or overhear you. You walked up to where I was already sitting. I was going to speak.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I thought I was alone. I’ll leave.”

“No you don’t have to. You never answered my question. Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not, I’m upset and I can’t let it out.”

“You seemed like you were doing a pretty good job for a while there. Come and sit over here for a while if you’d like. I don’t think you need to be alone right now.”

“I’m probably pretty poor company at the moment.” Peter sighed. He felt so confused.

“I’ll take my chances. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but you might find we have something in common.” Ana looked up at him. He was close by now. “Sit for a while,” she offered. He surprised himself and sat down near her.

“If I act like an asshole, tell me. My emotions are all over the place but I don’t mean to be a bastard.”

Ana laughed softly, “Okay, but only if you tell me if I’m acting like a bitch.” Even on the dark beach she could see that he’d smiled at her comment. They sat quietly for a while, listening to the surf and each other breathing.

She finally decided to ask him, “So why do you hate God so?” Peter gasped audibly. He wasn’t expecting her to be so direct or to ask such a thing. He felt a lump in his throat.

“What do you know about me and my past?” he asked finally.

“I know you’re bisexual though you seem to really prefer men. I know something really bad happened to you growing up and that you’ve been seeing Libby for counseling. I know you have sex a lot, more than any man I’ve known. I’ve seen you trying hard to be accepted here, helping people, trying to be friendly. But I think you feel like I do, like you still don’t belong, like you’re different from everyone else no matter how hard you try to fit in. I’ve seen in on your face sometimes when you think no one is watching you. The same thing I feel here.”

“You know a good bit. What else do you know about me?”

Ana was quiet for a moment and then spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. “That you’re a tortured soul who’s been through a lot of pain. That you’re angry at God and whoever has wronged you. That you wish you could forget what you’ve been through. I’ve seen you after Libby has talked to you. I’ve seen it in your face and heard it in your voice.”

“Christ. I didn’t know I was so transparent.”

“You’re not the only one who feels that way. At least you still have feelings even if they’re painful. At least you still feel something.”

“My pain hurts me so bad I’ve tried to kill myself three times Ana. I think if I ever try again I’ll be successful. I’m scared cause I don’t really want to die. I’m afraid to die.”

“At least your pain lets you know you’re alive. I feel dead inside. A punk shot me and took everything that mattered to me away from me. My boyfriend, my unborn baby, my job as a cop, my respect, my humanity. It twisted me so badly that I stalked him and got my revenge.”

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful Ana. But I don’t blame you for whatever you did. I understand all of that more than you could know.” Peter reached over and stroked her face with his hand and thumb briefly and withdrew it. Ana looked at him.

“So what happened that you keep all that anger and hate bottled up inside of you Peter?”

“I don’t know if I can tell you or not without going to pieces.”

“I just told you something I could go to prison or die for. I’m not going to judge you for something that was done to you or that you did. Only tell me what you want to.”

Peter was breathing harder and quicker, but he made up his mind to tell her. “I used to see a psychiatrist in the States. He’s told me more than once that I’m the most abused male he’s heard of in his practice… I’m just gonna try telling you the short version. My old man killed my mom and older sister when I was six. He tampered with her brakes and she drove off an icy mountain. He came to my bed when I was seven years old and began molesting and abusing me. He wasn’t just a pedophile but a child pornographer too. He abused me for ten years. I’m so fucked up I don’t think I’ll ever be normal Ana.”

Ana felt so sad for him she reached out and held his arm. It was no wonder he was talking with Libby, and no wonder he was so upset every time he did. “I’m so sorry. You had an awful childhood. I’m so sorry he did all those things to you. I always hated people who abused kids when I was a cop. You’ll have to try and let go of that anger and hate eventually or you’ll end up like me and just hate yourself.”

“What makes you think I don’t already hate myself?”

“Don’t let that hate eat you up like it has with me or make you feel dead. Dealing with the pain is better than feeling dead inside.” Ana reached over and ran her left hand through Peter’s hair. He was breathing heavily as he wiped away tears. He whimpered sadly, he was hurting badly now; her words were too close to home. Ana turned towards him and pulled him into her arms, trying to comfort him. He was in such pain. She ran her hands through his hair again, whispering to him in Spanish how sorry she was. She was as surprised as he when they kissed one another and held each other tightly in an embrace. When she loosened the embrace Peter kissed her again and again on her lips, her face and going down her neck. Ana moaned and pushed against him slightly, feeling conflicted yet increasingly aroused at what he was doing to her. She couldn’t believe they were doing this, that she was allowing him to do this to her, to make her more aroused. She knew if she didn’t stop him very soon she was going to fuck him. It had been so very long since a man had held her, kissed her or touched her like this. Peter was kissing her more urgently now and running his hands down her back and sides. He moaned and whispered her name and that he wanted her. She was kissing him back, wrapped around him. He hoped she was as aroused as he was and that she wanted this now too. He knew he was taking a risk when he took her right hand and ran it across his erect cock. When she squeezed it through his jeans his breath hitched.

“I’ve had a vasectomy Ana, I can’t make you pregnant. God, I want to fuck you so badly. Do you want to fuck me? What do you want?” He couldn’t believe it when she undid his jeans, drew down his zipper and took his cock in her mouth. “Oh God woman, what you’re doin’ to me.” She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and then went up and down on it several times. He ran his hands through her hair and then reached down and gently pulled her top off over her head and then unfastened her bra. He gently ran his fingers across her breasts and over her body. She was stroking him hard and fast and really sucking his cock. “Christ Ana, slow down honey or I’m gonna come in your mouth and I don’t wanna do that. Slip outa those jeans.” He pushed her back gently and she let him undo her jeans and help her slip off her jeans and panties. He pulled off his own clothes and tried to spread them out beneath them. He lay down against her, kissing her from her mouth down to her nipples. He began to lavish attention on her breasts as he ran his right hand down her body to her clitoris where he began to firmly move in circles. As he felt her grow wet he slipped his fingers down between her legs occasionally and moved his hands slightly quicker. “Show me how to touch you Ana. How do you like it?” he whispered. She moved his hands slightly and pushed down on his hand.

“More pressure and faster,” she replied. “You’re doing great.”

She reached down and continued to stroke him but slower as he brought her to her first climax. She moaned and called out loudly when she came. He kept it up and she came again. “Can I go down on you Ana? Do you like that?”

“Do you know how to do that?” she asked.

Peter laughed, “I lived with Julie for a year and a half, what do you think? I’ve never had a complaint from a woman about my technique.” He sucked both her dark nipples once and slid a wet path with his tongue down to her pussy. He separated her labia and thrust his tongue into her. She arched up, throwing her head back and moaned. He began working her clit with his tongue and sucking her gently. He was able to make her come three more times before he began kissing his way back up her body. “Can I fuck you now Ana? Please? God, I’m so freaking hard for you.” He pressed her hand to the top of his cock which was weeping at the slit. She smeared the pre-cum across the head and he bucked up in her hand. She pushed him back slightly and turned over. His heart skipped a beat until he saw she wanted him to take her from behind her. Less sand that way he thought. He brushed her off with his left hand and took his position behind her. He moved his cock up and down across her pussy, making his cock slick and he slowly penetrated her. They both moaned loudly. He began stroking in and out slowly and he felt her reach back with her hand and slap his hip.

“Fuck me hard and fast if you’re going to do it. I want to know I’ve been fucked,” she demanded.

“Oh, God you are so fucking hot!” He sped up some and thrust harder but made sure that he lasted for a while so they’d both be satisfied. He leaned over her and took her breasts in his hands and thrust coming hard into her and shooting off several times. He’d been more excited about fucking her than he’d realized. He put his left hand down on the ground and caressed her gently as he kissed her across her neck and shoulders. He gave a little gasp when she pulled away from him before he was expecting it. He sat back on his legs.

“Are you okay Ana? Was it alright? God, it was wonderful for me. You were wonderful…” She was quiet but was getting up. He stood up also and took her hand before she could move away. He hugged her gently and gave her a slow kiss on her cheek and felt better when she hugged him back. He let her pull away again.

“You were a good lover Peter, but I think it might be best for both of us if we didn’t talk about this again. It might cause too many complications for both of us.” She was getting dressed. He reached down and picked up his own jeans.

“Whatever you want babe, I’ll abide by your wishes. I know this was spontaneous and just sorta happened, but if you ever decide you want to do it again. Or even if you just want to talk or need a hug…” He could see her nod in the darkness. He shook out his pants and shirt to get the sand out and slipped on his tennis shoes. By the time he was dressed she was gone in the darkness. He couldn’t believe they’d confided in one another and then fucked like bunnies on the beach. He walked further down the beach and decided to sit on the beach for a while himself. He didn’t want to go back yet and face Jack, Sawyer or Sayid. He lay back on his elbows for a while watching the tide and the close small crabs skittering across the beach.

After a while he heard someone whistling a strange tune walking towards him and back towards the campsite. He called out so they wouldn’t be surprised the way he had been by Ana. It was a guy and he could tell from the accent when he spoke that it was Charlie. Peter invited him to sit and visit for a while if he wanted to and Charlie came over and sat down with him. He asked Charlie how he was doing and Charlie said he guessed he was alright but wished Claire would accept him again. He said he kept trying to get back in with her good graces but she was still leery of him.

“Yeah, people are funny once they know you’ve done drugs. Then you’re forever an addict in their minds, even if you’re not using any more,” Peter said quietly.

“You sound like somebody who knows from the inside. You ever done anything?” Charlie asked. Peter made a face and sighed, might as well tell him, it wasn’t a secret any more.

“I had a boyfriend who got me hooked on coke, but Julie put me in rehab and got me off of it.”

“I went cold turkey on the island getting off heroin. It was awful. Then Claire wouldn’t believe me when I told her I wasn’t doing it any bloody more.”

“Well Charlie you did have the Mother Mary statute full of it. Probably anyone would have thought you were usin’. And then you did have that episode when everyone thought you were going crazy.”

“But you didn’t think so mate?” Charlie turned more towards Peter, interested in his reply.

“That was just before I got kidnapped I think. Things are still a little jumbled up in my head as to what happened when. But if you say you weren’t using I believe you. A lot of people here have had episodes when they thought they were losin’ it since we crashed here, not just you. I think people have had hallucinations here. Shit, I’m probably the most fucked up person on the island. I just had a damn anxiety attack today in front of Sawyer and Sayid and I still don’t feel like I can look them in the eye.” Peter frowned; there’d been more emotion in his voice than he’d wanted.

“You shouldn’t feel embarrassed though mate, it’s not like you could control something like that. Was that what you were in the State Hospital for?”

“I was in the State Hospital cause I’d slit both my wrists and tried to kill myself. It wasn’t 'til later after my old man was in jail for tryin’ to kill me that I got started getting counseling for all those years he sexually abused me,” Peter looked up into Charlie’s face and could see his reaction.

“Christ mate, I didn’t realize that’s what had happened to you. Is that how you ended up gay?” Charlie still looked shocked.

“I’m bisexual, but much more so gay. He started fucking me when I was seven years old and fucked me until I was 17. He let other men fuck me for money. He was a child pornographer and he took pictures and video of it all and sold it. He got rich off of what he did to me.”

“Shit that’s horrible Peter. Is he still in prison?”

“No, he’s dead. He escaped from prison. He and his best friend found me, raped me, sodomized me with a Glock and were going to kill me, but I ended up killing both of them with a dagger. They say I stabbed my old man over 100 times. It never went to trial.”

“God, how awful for you. I’m so sorry you went through all that.”

“That’s the short version of how come I’m so fucked up. I’m not easy to stay with or have a long term relationship with.”

“You seem like a nice guy - friendly, helpful, affectionate, loving.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. Too loving. I’ve had sex with so many men it’s totally natural to me to fuck around. I want to do it almost all the time. It had a tendency to break up my relationships. Most people can’t stand to be in a serious relationship with someone who wants to fuck other people all the time and who does.” Peter paused. “You realize I was tryin’ to get you interested in fuckin’ me that day when Julie saw us and broke up with me. It was just the last straw for her.”

“You shoulda just asked me in private mate instead of coming on to me out there in the open. I haven’t had any sex since we crashed here, I’d love to shag you.” Charlie brushed the hair out of Peter’s eyes and Peter could feel his own pulse pick up.

He leaned over closer to Charlie and put his hand on his face. “I got one rubber left Charlie and I’ll let you use it on me right now if you want to fuck me.”

Charlie reached over and took his head in his hands and pulled Peter in for a long probing kiss. “I’d love to mate. I thought you’d never ask. Let’s move up to the tree line that direction. There’s some rocks and a big log to sit on we could use if we want to. I wank off up there sometimes in the night so I know it’s there.” He stood up and gave Peter a hand up. Peter followed him to where Charlie had pointed. Charlie gently pushed Peter against one of the trees. He gave Peter another slow probing kiss, caressing his tongue and pulling back to see if Peter would follow and he did. He pushed his tongue back into Charlie and then sucked on his lip as he pulled back. They lapped against one another as their hands began exploring one another. Charlie was undoing Peter’s shirt and jeans and had the shirt off and the jeans open quickly. Charlie gently took Peter’s arms and held them behind him as he kissed him passionately and nibbled and sucked. He ground his erection against Peter’s thigh and Peter moaned and begged him to fuck him. Charlie was kissing his face, neck and chest as he released one hand and alternated playing with his nipples and his cock. He squeezed Peter’s cock and Peter thrust up against him.

“Christ Charlie, fuck me. This is torture. I want you inside me.”

“This time is for me too mate. This helps get me so fucking horney I’ll fuck you for a long time.”

“Let me suck you then. I’ll get you harder and put the rubber on you. I’m an expert at blowjobs.”

Charlie released Peter’s hands but warned him not to move. Peter kept them behind his back. Charlie stroked across his breasts before giving both his nipples a hard pinch. Peter let out a high gasp. Charlie moved in and began nibbling and pinching his nipples, going back and forth. Peter was having a hard time staying still. Charlie moved his hands to Peter’s back running them down his ass and squeezing his cheeks hard. He was thrilled when Peter groaned and moved into his embrace. Peter was so responsive, just like he’d imagined when he’d been wanking off.

“Please Charlie let me suck you now. I want your cock.”

“Okay, okay, suck me a little, but not too much. I want to really shag you.”

Charlie stepped back and Peter pointed over at the log. He took his shirt and put it down for Charlie to sit on. He undid Charlie’s jeans and pushed them down and helped him to get them off. He pushed Charlie back on the log and began to give him head. He swirled his tongue around and around the head and used his tongue to flicker all about it. Charlie called him a tease and Peter started working it with his hand as he sucked up and down on it. Charlie had to admit to himself that Peter did give good head as he moaned and called Peter’s name. It didn’t take long and Charlie asked him if he could fuck him now. Peter reached into his pocket and took out his last condom, tore the package open with his teeth and even in the dark put it on Charlie perfectly. He stood up slowly and asked Charlie what position did he want to fuck him in. Charlie had him bend over and put his hands against the log. Charlie stood behind him and ran his hands over his back, ass and legs.

“You need any preparation mate or should I just take it slow?” Charlie asked.

“Just go slow at first and stop if I ask you to. Once I’m adjusted you can shag me as hard or as fast as you want.”

Charlie smiled. It was nice to get right down to it. He lined up and pressed slowly against Peter’s ass. He could feel Peter pushing out against him and he slid in easily.

“Wait just a moment,” Peter said breathily. “Okay, just start slow and then whatever you want.”

“God you feel so great Peter. So fucking tight and warm.” Charlie began a slow, firm thrust. He had Peter moaning in pleasure almost immediately. He loved hearing Peter respond. Peter was moving his body and his ass on each of Charlie’s strokes. It was no wonder guys liked fucking him. He reached around and began stroking Peter’s cock and smiled when Peter’s moans changed octaves. He was in no hurry to get done. It had been so long since he’d had sex, Charlie wanted to enjoy every moment of it. He fucked Peter a while and then told him he’d like to sit down on the end of the log and have Peter fuck him on top. He pulled out of Peter, sat down on the very end of the log and spread his legs. Peter turned around to back up but was surprised when Charlie said to sit down on his cock facing him.

“Are you sure that’s how you want me? Face to face?” Peter questioned. Charlie nodded and gestured to him to come. Peter eased down on his cock and moved up and down as Charlie thrust several times. “Oh God, ohhh…” Peter moaned and clenched around Charlie’s cock.

“Sweet Mother Mary did you just come just then???” Charlie asked as Peter panted.

Peter nodded. “I’m multi-orgasmic and I’ll come over and over again in this position. You’re right against my prostate.”

“Well let’s give you more then. God I had no idea.” Charlie pulled down and thrust up again a little harder. He thought Peter was going to fall off his lap when he came the second time. He changed his angle slightly and thrust in and out several times when he thrust back again hard and slow in the original angle. Peter’s cry was higher and more intense the third time. Charlie had never fucked another guy who came so hard so close together.

Charlie changed the angle again and they had a fuck going when Charlie repositioned and thrust slow and hard again. Peter’s cry was high and breathless when he came. He panted hard. Charlie was so turned on he wanted to come but he wanted a different position.

“You okay with changing positions mate? You mind all fours?”

“That would be fine. I don’t think I can take any more in this position.” Peter stood up slowly and got down on the ground facing away from Charlie. Charlie pushed his legs further apart and pushed back in again. He bent over and kissed Peter on the back and neck before starting to fuck him fast and hard. His body was slapping against Peter’s. Peter smiled when Charlie came hard inside him. Charlie shot off 4 or 5 times and collapsed sweaty on top of him. After a few moments, Charlie grasped the condom and pulled out. Peter sat back on his knees.

“God that was quite a fuck Charlie. You’ve got a lot of stamina.”

“Well you made it a lot harder when you started coming over and over. I’ve never shagged a guy who came that much.”

“Yeah, I’m abnormal I think, but I’ve been fucked since I was kid so it’s all I know.”

Charlie stood up and helped Peter get up. He kissed him 3 or 4 times and thanked him for a great fuck. Peter smiled and said the feeling was mutual. They got dressed and walked back slowly towards the camp. Sayid waited until they were out of sight before he quietly came down out of their tree.