The Boys From Tennessee II

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

The Boys From Tennessee II
Chapter 9
Severed, Ripped Out and Thrown Away

In the morning Jack and Sawyer were both up hours before Peter, who’d slept in. Peter woke up and stretched in the bed. He ran his hand down his torso across his morning hard-on which he had woke with. He was disappointed that neither of them was still there. He decided to jerk himself off and it didn’t take long before he was coming in an old t-shirt. When he finally roused from bed he dressed, grabbed a mango for breakfast and ate it. When he stepped outside Sawyer’s tent he looked about and grimaced when he saw them. They were standing near the main campfire talking with Julie and Libby. He knew they were talking about him. He felt his suspicions were confirmed when their voices dropped and they stopped talking as he approached. Libby and Julie both asked him how he was doing. He lied and said he was okay. Libby’s eyebrows rose slightly. He kissed Sawyer briefly and turned to Jack who kissed him on the lips and held him closer for a moment. Libby and Julie both were a little surprised at how open they were being.

“What’s that cologne you’re wearing?” Jack asked Peter.

Peter shook his head no, “I don’t wear any, you know that.”

Jack’s face changed suddenly as though he’d been hurt. He took both of Peter’s wrists holding them tightly and both their demeanors changed instantly. It was pure control to Peter – Jack had him just as surely as if he’d grabbed him by the balls. He couldn’t understand why Jack was holding him like that especially in front of the others.

“We were just talking about you and wondering if you were wild again. I think you’ve been whoring around,” Jack said in a very controlled voice. Sawyer looked utterly shocked at Jack.

“What?!!! Shit! I’ve been upset Jack, you know that. I had an anxiety attack yesterday. Why are you holding me like this? Let go!” Peter stood back from him.

“I think you should talk to Libby now about what you’re going through and let her help you… before you fuck everyone on the island.” Jack looked over at her.

Peter jerked one of his wrists away from Jack. He was pissed. “What? What’s the matter with you? That’s an awful thing to say in front of them.”

“Why? Because it’s the truth! You can’t take the truth? You’re acting like a tramp.”

“You’re not my damn father. You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want with whoever I want.”

“You reek of men’s cologne and you don’t wear cologne. I know you fooled around with someone last night after you came to bed with us. You got out of our damn bed to go fuck another guy! Who was it?” Jack yelled as he still held one wrist tightly.

Libby spoke up, she didn’t like the way the situation was escalating, “Maybe we should just bring this to an end right now. Jack – please stop. Do you want to talk with me some Peter?”

Peter shook his head no, didn’t say anything but was breathing heavily, obviously upset. Sayid walked up to see what was happening. Sawyer didn’t like the way things were playing out either, Jack was confronting him and Peter was so upset he would likely say or do anything to get out of the situation.

“Why don’t you let her help you Pete?” Sawyer asked. Peter was struggling with Jack, trying to free his other wrist.

“The only help I want right now is to have my brains fucked out, so unless you’re gonna bend over and fuck me Libby I don’t think so!” He immediately wished he’d never said it, but he’d hardly gotten it out of his mouth before Jack backhanded him hard splitting his lip. Libby put her hand to her mouth and gasped.

“Apologize to her. She didn’t deserve that…” Jack spit out.

“You gonna hit me again Jack? Cause I fuckin’ meant it!” Peter wiped his mouth and spit out blood. Jack went to hit him again. Sawyer grabbed Jack’s upraised arm holding it.

“Calm down now, both of you! No more hitting! Jeez Jack, can’t you tell he’s baiting you now? He wants to be hurt…” Sawyer pushed them apart and Jack let go of Peter’s wrist. They had a large and interested audience now. Claire, Charlie, Hurley, Ana, Kate, Nikki, Paulo and others had walked up closer to see what was happening. Sawyer hated how public this had become. Sawyer turned back to Peter, staring him in the eyes as he spoke intently to him, “You need to reign yourself in boy and think about what you’re saying. That was uncalled for. What do you want to say to her?”

Peter was obviously upset. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said Libby. I know that was crude.” He glanced at Libby and then away. It hurt him to look at her. She nodded and said alright.

“So maybe I shouldn’t have asked you who you’d had sex with, but we’re your lovers and I think we’ve got a right to know how many people you have had sex with in the last 24 hours. How many of them were new?”

Peter looked defiant but answered him, “I fucked three new people last night that I’ve never had sex with before Jack. You satisfied? Cause I ain’t through yet…” There were audible gasps from several people.

Jack was red in the face and looked as though he could either explode or cry. “How in the hell can you do that? Don’t you know it hurts Sawyer and me for you to run around fucking people left and right? You’re a total slut. Do you have so little self respect you don’t care if you’re a whore?”

It was the worse thing Jack could have said to him, he hated being called a whore and Jack knew it. “Fucking son-of-a-bitch!” Peter swore as he grabbed Jack and pulled him to the ground. They were fighting one another now in earnest. Jack managed to roll him over so he was on top and was doing a good job of landing punches. Sawyer grabbed Jack and pulled him off and Sayid grabbed Peter and held onto him as he stood back up. Everything had just gone to hell in a hand-basket.

Peter was so angry he was crying. He wiped more blood from his face and looked at his hand. “I hurt you?!!! What about you hurtin’ me Jack? What about that? You’ve topped me, tied me up, tortured and raped me when I cried and begged you not to. You broke my fuckin’ heart and destroyed my trust in you. And yet I forgave you and took you back. I worshipped the ground you walked on and did every damn thing you wanted, no matter how perverse. If I’m a whore, you’ve helped make me one…”

Jack was crying too. Shock and disbelief were on the faces of many. What could he say after Peter’s tirade? “Then maybe you should stay away from me. Go fuck everyone else on the island if that’s what you want… Cause I can’t deal with your behavior any more. It hurts me too much. It’s over between us!” Jack pulled away from Sawyer who was hardly holding him and started walking in the direction of the hatch.

“Oh God!” Peter sobbed. How could they have just torn each other to shreds so publicly in front of everyone else? Why did he say those things to Jack? Things he’d never wanted anyone else to know and now they all knew. He hadn’t meant to expose Jack that way. Sayid could feel him slump against him and kept him on his feet. Sawyer had grabbed his own hair in his hands and was shaking his head no, walking away from them. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. It had happened so fast and been so public he didn’t think Peter and Jack would ever get back together. He wondered how badly it would affect his own relationship with Jack.

“Go back to what you were all doing. This show is over,” Sayid said loudly. Sayid held onto Peter tightly and headed towards Peter’s shelter. Sawyer came to his senses and went to help him. They got him to his shelter and Peter crumbled, “Oh God what have I done? I’ve publicly disgraced him and driven him away from me. Oh God Jack I love you… what have I done?” He saw one of Jack’s shirts lying across a small table and he took it and held it to him as he wept.

Sayid and Sawyer stood outside his shelter. Sawyer was shaking his head. “I can’t believe this just happened Sayid. God Almighty. I knew Peter was outa control, but Jack’s the one that just gave me a speech about us not gettin’ upset but bein’ forgivin’. Then he goes off the deep end with him.”

“Maybe Jack was giving you that speech to brace him. It wasn’t a good idea for him to confront Peter in front of everyone and then call him a slut and whore. He should have known Peter would react badly.”

“Jack just said last night, Sayid, that he was worried about Peter leavin’ him and then he turns around and he breaks up with him today. I just don’t get it. I don’t know where his head is. Why in the hell did he grab him? That’s what made it all start to escalate. We coulda just had a private low-key conversation with him, but noooo. Jack had to get all over him in front of witnesses.” Sawyer shook his head sadly. “This whole thing is just really sad. They both love each other, but I think this is it this time. They’ve really hurt each other.”

“You’re right, of course. Maybe you should get Jack’s things from Peter’s tent and take them back to Jack’s.”

“Maybe later, I think it’ll just upset Pete worse right now. Were you going to the hatch today? Maybe you could check up on Jack. See how he’s doing.” Sayid nodded yes.

“I was planning on going later, but I may go earlier to see if he wishes to talk. If you think you’ll be with Peter, I’ll go on then. I’ve got some things to do before I go to the hatch.”

Sawyer nodded. “Thanks Sayid.”

“For what?”

“For helping to pull them apart and for supporting Peter. He’s gonna need all the support he can get for a while.”

Sayid nodded and walked off in the direction of his tent. All they could do now was try to deal with the aftermath.

After a while, Sawyer went in Peter’s shelter and sat down on the bedding beside him. “You wanna talk Pete?” Peter wiped at his face and sat up to look at Sawyer.

“What the hell just happened Sawyer? Why’d Jack do that? Why’d he deliberately provoke me? He’ll never forgive me for what I said… and it didn’t just hurt his reputation, it hurt mine too. Now they all know he was topping me. I can’t believe I told everybody I let him torture and rape me when I begged him not to and I went back to him. What’s that make me? Jeez. I wish I’d never gotten up this morning. I’m in hell.”

“Just feels like hell baby brother. I know it ain’t any conciliation, but I guarantee you Jack’s hurtin’ just as bad.” Sawyer reached over and stroked his face and smoothed away more of the tears.

“Maybe I could go to him and beg him for forgiveness. Maybe he’d take me back. I forgave him worse and took him back. What do ya think? Do you think there’s a chance Sawyer?” Peter looked into his eyes pleading.

Sawyer felt his own heart hurt in his chest. He so didn’t want to tell Peter. He exhaled slowly. “I don’t think there’s a very good chance Pete. He might forgive you for outing him and what he did, so publicly, but that ain’t the heart of the matter. You know his marriage to his wife broke up because of her infidelity and she left him. What he really wants more than anything you can’t give him. He wants somebody to love him and him alone. To be true to him. He can’t take you fucking around as much as he wants to have you. His mind has tried to accept it, but his heart just can’t. It just hurts him too badly.”

Peter’s lip quivered and Sawyer pulled him into his arms and Peter wept again. He finally sat back again and wiped his face. Sawyer held him tenderly and kissed him on the forehead. Peter finally gave a small resigned smile. Sawyer stood up and stretched out his hand and Peter stood up and followed him outside. Peter looked around and was glad that no one seemed to be paying them much attention. “I think I’m gonna lie down in my hammock for a while and just try and relax. You don’t hafta baby-sit me today. I’ll be okay.”

Sawyer still looked concerned. “Okay, but I want to ask you to promise me something.”

Peter grimaced but nodded back. “What?”

“I want you to promise me you ain’t gonna try to hurt yourself. If you start getting that upset, promise me you’ll come to me and get me.” Sawyer took him by the hand. “Promise Pete.”

Peter looked very somber. “I promise. If I get that upset I’ll come to you.”

“I know your heart’s broken Pete, but you’ve split from lovers before. You’re still so young even if you don’t feel like it. There’ll be others. Just don’t give up.” Peter nodded sadly and went over and slipped into the hammock and covered his eyes with his arm. He tried to clear his thoughts and relax. He was so worn out that he finally slipped into a restless nap. Sawyer finally stopped watching him when he could tell he was sleeping.

After a few hours sleeping Peter got up slowly and went and sat down by the beach. He sat thinking for a long time before Kate saw him and walked up. She sat down next to him.

“So how are you doing? You okay?” she asked.

Peter looked over at her. He looked the saddest she’d ever seen him. “I really fucked things up this time Kate. Jack’ll never have anything to do with me again.”

“You might be right this time. That scene this morning was one of the worst break-ups I’ve ever scene. And in front of almost everyone.”

Peter’s lip quivered. “Sawyer said Jack just can’t handle me taking on new lovers, he sees it as infidelity and that I don’t love him enough. Reminds him of his ex-wife cheatin’ on him. Even Libby warned me that Jack talked about me like I was his partner. She said he was jealous of me.”

“I’m so sorry Peter. I know you’re really hurting right now, but I’ll bet Jack is too.”

Peter nodded. “He may be but that’s not any consolation to me. I wish I’d never gotten involved with him then I wouldn’t be hurtin’ so bad. I feel like my heart’s been severed, ripped out and thrown away.”

“You don’t really mean that. You’re just in a lot of pain right now. At least you’ve still got Sawyer. He cares about you.”

“I know he does, but I’m afraid of what this will do to our relationship too.”

Kate was puzzled. “Why? He’s always wanted you for himself. This should make him happy.”

Peter looked down at the sand and sighed. “He wants Jack too. I can see it in his face, his eyes. It’s complicated… Things will change now.”

“I don’t think Sawyer would leave you.”

“Time will tell. He’d probably be better off with someone else too. I’ve been through this before Kate. I haven’t had a serious relationship yet who could take me being so polyamorous long term. They may think they can change me or that they’ll tolerate it but after a while, they start thinkin’ about me like Jack does – that I’m a whore.”

“I’m sorry you have such a hard time. You don’t think more counseling would help you with this?”

“I’ve been to counseling for years Kate. It hasn’t helped me change my behavior yet. I’ve fucked so many people growing up and as an adolescent that it’s ingrained in me. You have no idea. It’s normal to me even though I know it’s not for everyone else. I want it. I think about having sex almost all the time. I’m addicted to it.”

“I think a lot of young guys feel that way – they think about it a lot. That’s not so abnormal.” Kate gave a little smile.

Peter shook his head and gave a frustrated sigh. “How many partners do you think the average normal male has in a lifetime Kate? Make a guess.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever thought about it, but I’d guess 20 might be average. Maybe 30. Somewhere in there.”

“I’ve been quoted numbers like that by therapists before. I’m off the fuckin’ chart Kate and I’m only 21.”

“Right, even with your father having sex with you, you can’t have a number that high.”

Peter was looking down again. He scooped up a handful of sand and watched it sift slowly through his fingers. “Don’t tell anyone this Kate. I can’t remember if I told you this before or not, but I’ve been pimped, both as a kid and a teenager and I’ve turned tricks on my own. I’m sure there are middle-age prostitutes that haven’t had as many partners as I’ve had.”

Kate was watching him, trying to make eye contact. “You’ve turned tricks for cash?”

“I’ve had to turn tricks to survive sometimes. There aren't a lot of legitimate jobs for underage guys who’ve run away from home.”

“You’re talking about number of partners, not number of times you’ve had sex right? You sure you’re not estimating high? A lot of guys estimate high or lie about it.”

“There’s no glory in being the bottom for so many men Kate or for turning tricks as a young guy.”

“Okay, then tell me. How many partners have you had in your lifetime?”

“I’ll tell you only if you swear not to tell another living soul. And you gotta promise me you won’t treat me any different. I’m the same guy.”

“Okay I promise, I won’t tell another living soul.” Kate held up her hand and promised.

“I’ve had sex with way over 1,000 people. I stopped counting at 1,000.”

“You’re kidding! That’s got to be impossible! Nobody has had that many sex partners! You started having sex fourteen years ago. That’s only about what…” Kate was figuring in her head. “Maybe a little over 5,000 days.”

“I know that number is a lot lower than how many I’ve actually had, cause it’s been a couple of years since I stopped counting. I didn’t start out havin’ high numbers but after a couple of years my pa started makin’ arrangements to let other pedophiles fuck me for money. I ran away several times Kate. There were nights when I’ve fucked or given blowjobs to 20 to 30 guys for cash on the streets. I ain’t proud of it, but I’m being honest. I started a little spiral notebook as a kid and would write anyone new down, when I got to be a teenager I just started making little chit marks anytime I had sex with someone new. Course, I’m including times I got raped too.”

“How’d you not end up with some STD or worse having sex with that many people?”

“I’ve used condoms about 95% of the time.” He paused, thinking. “I didn’t say I’d never had anything Kate. I said I was clean. They cleared it up with antibiotics. And I get checked a couple of times a year for everything.”

Kate’s eyes got wide. “Exactly what did you have Peter? You’ve had sex with me a couple of times. I’ve got a right to know.”

“Christ Kate, calm down. I had syphilis and they caught it in the early stages. They gave me penicillin. I got a clean bill of health. You can’t catch it from me now.”

“Are you sure? When did you last get tested?”

“About two months before we crashed on this island. I got tested at a clinic in Australia and got a clean bill of health. I was using condoms regularly until we crashed here and I’ve run out.”

“Does anyone else know you’ve had that many partners?”

“My psychiatrist in the States knew. I think Sawyer and maybe Libby suspects I’ve had that many partners. Well, Julie might have a good idea it’s that high. Numbers that high, most people would think I was lying anyway and would laugh me off. I got that spiral notebook in a safe deposit box in Tennessee. Couldn’t throw it away.”

“I guess Jack and Sawyer would really freak out if they knew how many partners you’ve had.”

“I think Sawyer suspects and I don’t think he’d freak. Jack doesn’t have a clue it’s that many. He’s been real sheltered growing up being a surgeon’s son. He’s never had to demean himself like that to get his next meal or a place to sleep. It’s why I fought him earlier today. I freakin’ hate being called a whore. He knows that but he doesn’t really understand or he’d never have called me that.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. He just said it cause he was hurt and angry Peter. Try not to dwell on that. Try to focus on the good times.”

“I can’t even do that right now Kate, I’d go to pieces again. I’ve just got to focus on Sawyer and everyone else right now.”

“Well if you need someone to talk to, you know I’m here for you.”

“That means a lot Kate. Thanks.” They stood up slowly and Kate gave him a hug. Peter gave her a weak smile as they walked back towards the camp.

Peter had dinner with Sawyer and they sat out at the main campfire for a long while. Sawyer could see that Peter was restless and quieter than usual. He worried about him. He was worried for Jack also. He didn’t think that Jack gave his heart easily so he knew he was upset about breaking up with Peter.

Jack didn’t show up again until late that evening. He briefly addressed everyone at the campfire but had tried to not make eye contact with Peter directly. Apparently there had been an accident in the hatch and the blast doors were triggered somehow and Locke had gotten pinned by his legs under one of the doors. He was hurt but Jack said he should recover okay in a few weeks. When Jack said he was picking up a few things and heading back, Sawyer got up and followed him to talk with him briefly in Jack’s tent. Peter felt very anxious, but tried to be cool and not show it. After a while they came out. Peter noticed that Sawyer put his hand on Jack’s shoulder before Jack gave a nod and headed towards the hatch again.

When Sawyer sat down he motioned for Peter to scoot towards the fire and he sat down on the ground behind and against him. He put his arms around him and whispered in his ear. “He says he’s okay but I could tell from his voice that he’s still upset too Pete. I told him you were sorry and wished y’all could get back together. He said he was sorry too, but that it just hurts him too much like it’s been.”

Sawyer could feel Peter’s reaction in his body. Peter wiped the tears from his face as they ran down. He pulled his knees up to his head and rested it on them so the other people at the campfire couldn’t see his face. Sawyer rubbed his arms and shoulders.

“What do ya say we take a little walk Pete?” Sawyer stood up and extended his hand. Peter took it and stood up following him. It had to be better than sitting here and feeling like he was on display. They walked down to the shore line and up the beach. Sawyer took him in his arms and hugged him. “What are ya thinkin’ Pete? You’re awful quiet.”

“I was thinkin’ that maybe you’d be better off with Jack than me. I’m just no damn good. Jack’s right, you can’t trust me. I’ve fucked so many people I’ve lost count.”

“Shush. I don’t like hearin’ you talk like that about yourself. I love you and nothings gonna change that. I’ve told you before my past is bad too and I’ve done terrible things. We’re blood and nothing’s gonna change that.”

“I know that, but I know somethin’ else that you haven’t admitted to yourself yet.”

“And what might that be baby brother?” Sawyer looked somewhat amused.

“You’re in love with Jack. I can see it in your eyes and your face whenever he’s around. I’m sorry that I messed things up so badly with the three of us. Libby kept telling me love triangles were notoriously unstable and I guess she’s right.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say Pete. Sure I care about Jack and would love to keep fooling around with him, but you’re my number one concern. I’m gonna take care of you no matter what. I love you, you know that.”

“Yep, and I know that you love him too. I’ve seen you touchin’ and kissin’ each other. I can feel how strong the lust is between you two when we’ve fucked. I felt that sexual tension the first time I was around both of you and you were bickering. You both want each other. I don’t have to be your number one lover, Sawyer, for you to still take care of me or love me. I want you to understand that.”

“You just broke up with Jack and you’re talkin’ crazy Pete. You know I’ve wanted you for myself. We both love each other.”

“Yeah we do and I ain’t sayin’ I wanna give you up. I’m sayin’ you need to keep pursuing Jack. There’s more lust and pull there than there is between us even. I won’t fault you for goin’ to him. Just don’t throw me away cause I think I’m always gonna love you and need you.”

“Shit Pete, you’re about to make me cry. I ain’t gonna throw you away and I ain’t got any plans to go anywhere else.”

“I know, I just think y’all need to be together and if something develops, don’t forget I told you to go for it.”

Sawyer pulled him closer and kissed him long and hard. “That’s what I feel for you boy and don’t you forget it.” Peter nuzzled against his neck and was breathing harder.

“I want you to fuck me on the beach Sawyer.”

“You sure about that? You’ve been upset all day.” Peter rubbed his hand hard against the head of Sawyer’s cock and stroked it through his clothes. Sawyer’s cock was growing hard quickly.

“I want you to fuck me really hard and wear my ass out. It’s late. We can go a little further up the beach if you want to, but I wanna be fucked.” He reached down and ran his hand underneath Sawyer’s balls to the tip of his cock which he gently squeezed. He felt Sawyer give in.

“Okay, let’s go up to that rocky outcropping near the trees and I’ll fuck you behind there.” Sawyer pulled Peter by the hand and when they got there they began to kiss. Peter was coming out of his own clothes and throwing them onto the rocks. Sawyer had pulled off his shirt and Peter unzipped him and took his cock in his hands immediately.

“Christ, you’re on fire. Slow down boy.” Peter’s answer was to drop to his knees, pull down Sawyer’s pants and take his cock in this mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head and then flicked his tongue all around the edge as he stroked it up and down. Sawyer’s head tipped back and he moaned deeply. Peter was making him horny fast.

He caressed Sawyer’s balls and ran his other hand over his body. He wanted Sawyer on fire too. He wanted to be fucked hard. He licked his own left thumb and ran his left hand across his butt. He began to really suck on the head up and down hard as he stroked with his right hand. Sawyer gasped when Peter inserted his left thumb far into his ass and held his butt cheek tightly with the rest of the fingers. He began to deep throat Sawyer. Sawyer was moaning loudly and having a hard time keeping quiet. After a few minutes he took Peter’s head firmly in his hands and looked into his eyes.

“On the sand on all fours boy, I’m gonna ride you so hard.” Sawyer slipped his pants the rest of the way off and got on his knees behind Peter. He spit into his hand and slicked his cock before spitting on Peter’s ass. Peter was pulling on his own cock and stroking it hard and fast. He hoped Sawyer was rough and hurt him. He wanted to be hurt, to feel his body throb from being fucked. Sawyer lined up and pushed into him in one steady thrust. Peter gasped but said almost immediately, “Fuck me. Now. Hard. Hurt me.”

Sawyer took him at his word and began thrusting into him as hard as he could. Peter cried out repeatedly but moaned “Don’t stop.” Sawyer could feel Peter’s ass clenched around him. It felt so damn good. He bent over Peter and pinched his nipples very hard. Peter gasped and moaned. Sawyer was thrusting in him hard and even. He stopped and pulled out and thrust in again hard. He did this several times listening carefully to Peter’s gasps and moans each time. Peter was moaning in pleasure and moving his hips to match Sawyer’s thrusts. Sawyer fucked him for quite a while before he decided to change positions. He pulled Peter’s shirt and pants off the rock and laid them on the ground.

“On your back boy now. That’s an order.” Sawyer growled. Peter lay down on his shirt. Sawyer lifted his legs and put them on top of his shoulders. “You still wanna be hurt? You wanna know you’ve been fucked hard tomorrow boy?”

Peter bit his lip but nodded. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Please. I want the pain.”

“Remember you begged for this.” Sawyer lined up with his ass. His own cock was so hard it was hurting him. He held Peter’s wrists in the sand. He plunged in so hard Peter’s cry sounded wounded. He pulled almost all the way out and then in again just as hard. This time Peter struggled but Sawyer just began thrusting in harder. His balls were slapping against Peter’s ass. Peter couldn’t go anywhere and Sawyer was plunging in deeply.

Peter struggled some trying to free one hand, wishing he could touch himself and cursing that he’d lost his hard-on. Sawyer slowed a little and changed the angle of his thrust. He thrust against Peter’s prostate and Peter almost came out from under him. His cry from the orgasm probably carried all the way down the beach Sawyer thought. Sawyer thrust against his sweet spot repeatedly until he had Peter begging, “Mercy Master - no more please.”

Sawyer slipped his legs off his shoulders and turned Peter onto his side and began thrusting faster this time as he kissed and fondled Peter. It wasn’t long before Peter felt Sawyer’s cum shooting inside of him. Sawyer slipped out and lay down beside him. “You okay? Are you hurt?” he asked as he kissed him.

Peter nodded. “I’m okay. You gave me exactly what I wanted.” He ran his hand over Sawyer’s cock and Sawyer gasped from surprise. Peter brought his hand up to his own face. “Well, I’m bleedin’ but I’m okay.”

“Shit! I didn’t mean to make you bleed. You really are a little masochist aren’t you?”

“You know sometimes I just need to be hurt. I needed that tonight. Don’t be hard on yourself. I asked for it repeatedly. It’s on me not you.”

Sawyer turned him slightly. “Don’t you want me to get you off now? Let me give you a blow-job.”

“I’m okay really. I lost my hard-on which don’t usually happen with me. Maybe in the morning. Just give it a rest tonight. You wore me out and that’s what I wanted.” Peter pulled him closer and gave him a kiss.

“Fine, as long as you’re okay right now.”

“I’m more than fine. Let’s get dressed and go back to our bed. I’m exhausted.”

Sawyer stood up, offered his hand and gently pulled him up. “Whatever you say lover.”