The Boys From Tennessee

Title: The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: Overall NC-17 Mature Adult
Summary: This 60 chapter book begins after the return of the raft crew from the other side of the island, starting during Sawyer's recovery period in the hatch. Like the Lost 'novels', it does feature two additional Oceanic flight survivors - Peter Ford, a young man from Tennessee in his 20's and his girlfriend Julie. The rest of the characters you will know from Lost. The majority of the sexual encounters in this book will be slash relationships, although there are a few heterosexual encounters. There will be graphic M/M and M/F sex, violence, language, non-consensual sex, psychological pain & angst, BDSM, etc. spread throughout the book. If these things turn you off, this is not the book for you. There may be some mild chapters to advance the story. It is intended for mature adult readers.

The Boys From Tennessee
Pairing: Sawyer and Peter (another Tennessee survivor guy)
Rating: NC-17; M/M first encounter
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own them. Make no money from them. No infringement intended.
Author: Chissy_Rose
Chapter 1 (1/60)
Another Boy From Tennessee

Jack heard his voice coming from another part of the bunker, probably in the computer room talking with Locke. It was another southern accent. Much like Sawyer's, but Sawyer was here on the bunk bed in front of him. Jack touched Sawyers forehead to see if the fever was still there from the infection from the gunshot wound.

Sawyer frowned back at Jack, "Can't I get up and about yet? How am I gonna get my strength back Doc if you keep making me "rest" in this bunk bed?"

Jack just gave a pinched smile, and handed Sawyer the antibiotic tablet and a bottle of water. "Take it. You almost died you know. That trek across the island with a raging infection and all the abuse you took, you were septic. It just about took you out. If we can spend all of our time keeping you alive, you can stand a little more time down here to recover. When you settle down and stop spiking a temp, we'll talk about you going back to the beach." Sawyer just rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly. He wasn't pleased. Now they both could hear the voices getting louder and coming down the hallway towards them.

Locke was saying, "Sure looks like you got the worst of that fight. Who did this to you?"

The younger man grimaced and replied, "I don't want to talk about it now. Where's the Doc? I think I'm gonna need his surgeon skills."

Locke guided the young southerner around the corner and into the bedroom area. Locke was keeping him steady; the younger man was staggering and unsteady on his feet. "There he is - you remember Jack don't you?"

The younger man weakly smiled, "Yeah, hey doc." The young man was holding a blood soaked t-shirt to most of his face, just looking out with one eye.

Sawyer looked up and whistled, "Boy, they sure put a hurt on you. You've got a lota blood on you." Jack looked real concerned and directed him to sit down on a bench across the room so he could look at him better.

Locke shook his head slightly and said "You remember Peter, don't you Jack? He's been living with his girlfriend down on the far end of the beach. He's asked if you could help fix him up. He said that the split over his eye might need stitches, it looks pretty bad and is still bleeding."

Jack reached up to pull the t-shirt away from his face so he could see the extent of the damage, when Peter asked him to wait and let him take it off gently. "I'm bleeding pretty good... I, my other eye - the eyelid is split horizontally. I was looking out over the top of the eyelid. I guess I'm lucky you're a surgeon. I think my nose is broken too." He very slowly took the towel away from his face. Peter looked at Jack with his one open eye, looking for any reaction, but Jack had on his doctor face and gave no reaction. Then the countdown beeping began and Locke excused himself to go back to the computer room and enter the numbers and finish his book. Sawyer was really curious about who he'd been in a fight with.

"How'd this happen?" Jack asked, "Where do you have pain? You've got blood on you several places." Sawyer just lay back and put his good right arm under his head so he could watch the proceedings. This was the biggest diversion he had in days, plus this guy sounded like he might even be from Tennessee too. Deep, rich southern accent and unmistakable drawl, and not bad looking either except he was pretty messed up right now. Looked like he might be in his early to mid 20's. Sawyer didn't know how he had overlooked him before.

Peter looked down at the floor as though he was trying to figure out what to say. "Well, unfortunately I'm sure it'll be all over the island before nightfall anyway since there were so many witnesses. This island is like Peyton Place and I'm sure we gave them plenty to talk about." He was still mulling over in his head what he wanted to tell the Doc. Jack turned and held Peter's face at an angle. Reached up and gently moved his bloodied and swollen nose. Peter grabbed both of Jack's upper arms in a death grip. "Good God Almighty!" Peter gasped. "Are you trying to make me pass out? I told you I thought it was broken!!!"

Jack just shook his head. "Well, you're right. All I can probably do for that is to splint it and tape it as straight as we can get it and hope for the best. How's your head feel?"

Peter looked up and moved his hand unconsciously to the back of his neck and head "Feels like I've got the worst hangover of my life. Hurts like hell to move it. I'm not sure but I think I lost consciousness for a few minutes. I'm not walking so good either - I'm a little dizzy."

Jack carefully moved his hands through his hair, over his scalp, head and neck. "Don't feel any bones out of place, but you've got swelling already and a nasty cut to your scalp that's bled all down your back, which may need stitches." Slowly he examined his eye and the separated eyelid. "That's going to need a lot of tiny stitches or it's not going to heal right. You can still see out the eye? (Peter nodded yes slowly.) You may have some eye abrasion. Hard to tell with all the blood in your eye. We'll have to hope you didn't get any permanent eye damage. You've got a hell of a knot coming up there too. You know, if they'd hit you in the face just a little harder, they would have driven your nose up into your skull and I'd be declaring you dead now and covering you up with a blanket. Who in the hell did you get in a fight with and do they look as bad as you?"

Peter sighed and his face almost looked ashamed. "No they don't. If I tell you, you've got to promise not to "rag" me - you don't know all the circumstances or history."

"Hoo boy, I'll bet this is good" Sawyer snickered.

"Shut up Sawyer and keep your comments to yourself. This doesn't concern you." Jack fired back as he gave Sawyer one of his don't-be-a- jerk looks. Peter glanced at Jack and then was looking at the floor again. Not giving eye contact to Sawyer, he had seen Sawyer be a royal ass to other people, so Peter had generally tried to avoid direct contact with him. Didn't even think that Sawyer knew he was from Tennessee too.

Peter twisted his mouth, embarrassed. "Oh hell there's no good way to say it. My now ex-girlfriend Julie did this to me." He waited for the reaction.

Sawyer let out a whoop, "Oh man, you let a woman do this to you? That really takes the cake." Jack looked stunned, and his eyebrows shot up, and Peter could tell it surprised him. When things caught Jack by surprise he frequently registered them all over his face and you could tell exactly what he was thinking then.

Jack was afraid to ask what the woman looked like. "Well, did you do any damage to her?"

Peter looked at Sawyer, then Jack, and then the floor again. "No," he spoke quietly. "I didn't hit her." Sawyer raised his eyebrows now and he got that pensive faraway look that he got sometimes when something was too real. Jack glanced back around at Sawyer and saw his face. Jack thought to himself - this young guy reminds me of Sawyer, letting people beat the shit out of him like he deserves it.

Peter raised his voice a little louder, "I've been living with Julie for about 16 months. I think today was the final straw that broke the camel's back. We've argued a lot lately, and were having more screaming matches. Mostly due to my behavior. She'd given me an ultimatum to straighten up or we were history. She's totally whacked out. She really wanted to hurt me and let everybody know it. Kate, Hurley, Charlie, and Sun and few other folks were all nearby on the beach."

"I'll say she did a good job," Jack said as he reached down and started to remove Peter's polo shirt so he could examine him better.

"NO!" Peter said quickly. "There's only bruises there, the blood's from my nose, eye and scalp, and the places you can see where she scratched the hell out of me." Jack didn't push it, but wondered why he was so quick to get upset over taking his shirt off when he was beaten up so badly. So Jack got up and went to get the tape, his surgery kit to stitch up his eye, soap and water and a few other things. Sawyer slowly changed positions so he could lay on his right side and see Peter better. Peter looked ashamed, sad, and disgusted all at once. Sawyer thought he looked utterly alone too - a feeling that Sawyer knew only too well.

After a while, Sawyer broke the silence, "I've had a few women try to beat the hell out of me, but none of them ever did that good of a job. Why'd you let her do that?" Peter sighed again and Jack came back at that moment with his supplies.

Peter continued, "I guess I didn't put up a fight cause deep down I felt like I deserved her anger. Deserved to be hurt." Jack looked at him quizzically and gave a slight shake to his head. Sawyer looked like somebody had just hit him. It was too close to home, Peter sounded just like him. "I'm not an easy person to be with or stay with for the long haul. I've got a lot of issues that I'll probably never resolve. Four years of therapy, and I don't think I'm any better off, I know why I am the way I am and why I do the things I do. Don't seem to want or have any better control of my actions though." Jack started washing the blood from the scratch marks on Peter's neck, face and arms. It stung like the devil and Peter hissed and grimaced.

"Next time you might want to avoid letting her scratch you up like a cat. Infection could kill you on this island." Jack said.

"There's not going to be a next time with her. Her words hurt me far more than the scratches or blows did - I feel like she's torn my soul open." Jack continued to wash off the scratch marks and cuts and switched his attention back to Peter's nose.

Jack turned towards Sawyer, "I need your help Sawyer - can you come over here and help keep Peter still and distracted while I work on him?"

Sawyer stood up, walked over and sat down on the bench behind Peter, "I'll do what I can doc, I'm a lot stronger than I have been, but I'm still sorta a wounded bird myself with this shoulder." Sawyer was positioning himself behind Peter on the bench and slid up behind him pressing up against him so he could wrap his good right arm around him as far as possible and hold him tight. Jack looked at them both sitting tight together on the bench and thought to himself, "I wonder if everybody in the South has dimples like those two."

"You can keep talking, just don't move your head around," Jack instructed as he got out small Popsicle sticks to use and tape to splint the nose.

Peter continued, "She's a highly ranked martial arts instructor back in the states. She was actually in Australia to serve as a master judge in several national martial arts competitions and I came with her to keep her company. I'd quit my job in the states so I could come with her. She could've easily killed me. I'm probably lucky that she was so pissed she started out screaming, and scratching me. She switched to her marital arts though. I made an unfortunate movement with my body and I think she thought I was going to fight her back. I wouldn't attempt to fight her for real. I've never seen her like that. She was like she was possessed. She wanted to really hurt me - Owwww! Jesus! Jack you're killing me! Shit! Next time warn me Doc!" Peter grabbed Jack by both upper arms again and squeezed him so hard his fingers were turning white as Jack tried to line his nose back up, splinted it and taped it down. Peter let go of his arms.

Jack grimaced and looked Sawyer directly in the eyes. "You've got to do better Sawyer, he can't keep grabbing me and bruising me like that while I'm working on him. He's gonna get hurt worse." Sawyer frowned but nodded.

Peter said weakly, "I'm seeing stars now Doc."

"Sorry, knew it would really hurt." Jack sighed.

Peter hung his head down. "Give me a minute to recover or I'll pass out on you - feel like I'm in a furnace." Jack looked at the sweat that was pouring out of Peter. He hated making people hurt like hell when he worked on them but it was just what he had to do sometimes. Peter was almost as tall as he and Sawyer, but he looked smaller and crushed right now. Sawyer steadied him by holding his shoulders and said a soft ok. He lightly massaged Peter's back and shoulders, trying to take his mind off the pain and keep him from passing out.

Peter continued talking after a couple of minutes. "I'm bruised all to hell and cut up some too. She hit my face with the roundhouse kick and slammed me back into a palm tree, which cut my scalp and back. That's how I got torn up so badly. She really hurt me. I hit the tree so freaking hard I fell forwards onto my hands and knees. That's when I think I passed out for a little while. I think we had half the island listening to her scream at me and beat the shit out of me."

Sawyer couldn't stand it any longer, "What the hell did you do to piss her off so bad?"

Peter looked at Sawyer and then back at Jack who had gotten up and was going to clean his eye wound. "Hold still now, this is probably going to hurt," Jack said evenly.

"Holy Hell!!!" Peter gasped as tears welled up in both eyes and ran down his face. He tried to grab Jack's arms again, but Sawyer held them down tightly this time. "I hope you never tell me something IS going to hurt. That was an understatement Doc."

"Sorry, I did warn you." Jack replied. "You really did get a severe cut here with some tearing and a lot of trauma. I'm going to have to stitch this back together with tiny stitches or it won't grow back together right and cover your eyeball." Jack got ready to do the job and thought, "Bloody hell, I hate having to do this with nothing to numb him up." He looked at Sawyer again, "That was a lot better that time, but this is going to be more critical."

Jack spoke a little quieter and more intensely to Peter looking him in his good eye, "Okay, this is going hurt, because of the sensitive area where the cut is and the amount of damage. You're going to need to stay as still as possible so I don't put your eye out with this needle. It's going to be real hard for you to do. Sawyer is going to continue to hold you tightly to help keep you still and talk with you to help you focus on something else. I don't want you moving your head while I'm stitching this up. I don't even want you looking around. Keep your eyes to your far left and keep them very lightly closed. I don't have anything to numb your pain. People are normally not awake and feeling for this sort of thing. It's not going to be pleasant. I'll give you instructions if I want you to open your eyes or to do something. Any questions?"

Peter looked up at Jack through his right eye, "You know this is scaring me shitless right? You're going to stitch my torn swollen eyelid back together with no anesthesia. I've already almost passed out. I'll try hard to not move, but I'm gonna be vocal if it's hurting, and I may need to take a break if it's too much."

"That's okay, just don't move while I'm pushing or pulling the needle. Tell me if you need me to stop for a while." Jack just looked knowingly at Sawyer as if to say again - hold him still and distract him. So Sawyer pressed up against him even tighter, wrapped his arms around him to hold him still and held Peter's wrists with both hands so he wouldn't grab Jack again. He noticed that Peter wore wide leather straps at both wrists, like Charlie did.

Sawyer set his head down on Peter's shoulder against his head, and whispered in Peter's right ear, "So what did you do to make her attack you like that?" Jack paused, trying to let Peter start talking a bit and maybe relax. This wasn't going to be pleasant trying to stitch the man's eyelid back together in these primitive conditions.

"She's really been pushing me to be monogamous in our relationship, and I kept fooling around. She loved me but was jealous and possessive and wanted me to just focus on her. But I have a hard time doing that. She always said I was overtly sexual and that I'm always coming on to people or trying to get laid by them." Sawyer paid attention to Peter's wording - "People - them", not "women and them," and wondered where this was going. Jack had the needle and thread ready, and he reached down and held both parts of Peter's eyelid in his hands and quickly pushed the needle through both parts.

Peter gasped, "Oh God that hurt!" and grit his teeth together as Jack pulled the thread through and pierced his eyelid again with the needle. Sawyer just held on close and tight, trying to keep Peter still.

"Go on," Sawyer whispered.

Peter panted from the pain. "Hooo. She caught me this morning in the act of kissing someone. I've worn her out with my lack of control. It's an addiction. She drug me to a counselor for couple's therapy this past year." Jack knew he had to continue to stitch Peter up, but this was really more information than he wanted while he was trying to focus on his work. Sawyer now had a strange mixed expression on his face. Peter still had his eyes lightly shut. "She cussed us both out and went in and threw all my stuff out of our tent, all over the ground, and said she didn't care if she ever saw me again and to stay away from her. She kept screaming that I was "damaged goods". I tried to apologize to her and she began scratching and hitting me, calling me everything she could think of, trying to get me to fight her back. I knew that she was going over the edge emotionally. It kept escalating, and she started really landing the blows. I tried just to block them, but she was really trying to hurt me physically at that point. Owwwwww. Man." He gritted his teeth again and continued, "I made a movement that I realize now she thought I was going to attack her back. That's when she got in the roundhouse kick to my face. The blood just poured down from my head. I felt like I had been hit with an axe. I hit the ground and everything got black. She stopped and just looked at me." He paused, "Am I repeating myself??? My head is just throbbing." Jack took Peter's eyelid in his hands, and pushed the fourth stitch through. "Oh Christ!" Peter moaned. Tears ran down his face again. "I'm really trying, but this is so uncomfortable."

Jack stood up straight for a moment, dabbing at Peter's eyes trying to dry up the tears. "I'm going to try to pick up the pace just a little. Let me know if you need me to stop for the moment."

"Ok," Peter whispered.

Sawyer said, "So then what happened?"

Peter resumed, "Somebody helped me get to my feet and leaned me up against the tree I think. I don't remember who though. Then she got mean and vindictive. She started saying things like I was "damaged goods" again. That I'd always be promiscuous and never be able to love anybody or be true to them. That my old man had turned me into trash, and... Owww!" Peter jerked his head slightly this time.

Jack pushed through another stitch, and tried to hold Peter's head still. "Ok Peter, push against Sawyer's head if you have to. You can't move it around that much, I'll end up stabbing your eye."

Peter panted open mouth. "Help me Sawyer; I don't want to go blind." Peter leaned his head back against Sawyers. Sawyer moved his left hand so he could hold Peter's head against his, and gripped both his wrists with his right hand. Jack ran another stitch through the eyelid again, he had to make small stitches if this thing was to heal properly and look and function right. Peter clamped his jaws shut again and moaned. Sawyer could feel the pain he was in. Feel the moan move through his body. Peter was breathing raggedly now. He hadn't thought getting his eyelid sewn back together would be this painful.

"We're almost half finished" Jack said, trying to be encouraging.

"Wait," Peter said, "Give me a minute please." Sawyer loosened his grip. Didn't realize how hard he had been squeezing Peter - it was upsetting him too. After a minute Peter whispered "Ok. I'm ready - where was I?"

"Julie said your old man had turned you into trash," Sawyer said.

"Yeah, and then she topped it off by calling me "a bisexual southern bastard" and that's when I just walked away from her and came here to get - Shittttt. Good God Jack - this hurts like hell!" More tears ran down Peter's face, and Jack just dabbed them off.

"So who was it you were flirting with and kissing?" Sawyer asked, his curiosity was getting the better of him. Jack stopped again. His curiosity was peaked too now.

Peter let out little ragged breaths. "It was Charlie. I was trying to make out with Charlie. She came around a tent and saw me kissing him with my tongue stuck in his mouth, I had my hands all over him." Sawyer couldn't help it, he let the breath he was holding out onto Peter's neck, and Peter shivered. Sawyer looked up at Jack. Jack looked stunned. Hadn't seen that one coming either. "I am bisexual," Peter whispered, "and she's right. I probably am the most fucked up person on this hell-hole island." He stopped talking. The silence was deafening. The tears came down his face again.

Jack looked at him and said tenderly, "Peter, you're going to have to stop that crying. I know you're upset, you've just lost your girlfriend, got the shit beat out of you in front of everybody and this is hurting, but it's making it harder for me to stitch you up and has got to be stinging. It'll be okay." Jack felt Peter's sadness and pain pulling on his heart. He hated hurting him this way even if it was necessary. He reached down and took his thumb and brushed away one path of tears, and before he could think about it, he bent down and kissed the other away, before sliding to Peter's mouth for the saddest and softest kiss he had ever given anyone. Sawyer had stopped breathing, his eyes were huge. Jack immediately regretted doing it in front of Sawyer. He didn't know what had come over him - it had been an impulse, not thought out, something he had never done before with a patient. Peter just seemed so hurt, so alone. Peter was breathing so shallow he thought he might pass out. Even with his eyes closed, he knew it was Jack, but it had taken him so totally by surprise he just sat there slack mouthed before he ran his tongue over his own lips so he could taste Jack.

Peter finally broke the silence. "Jack?" He reached up an touched his lips like he was trying to know if it was real. He hadn't seen Jack with his eyes closed and wasn't sure why Jack had kissed him. He spoke again, "I know it's gotta be hard for you to do this with me yelping like a puppy every stitch you put in - isn't there anything you can give me or do to take my mind off this pain so you can finish this?" Jack just looked more upset. He didn't have anything that could help with this. He had to be very careful with what he was doing to his eyelid, it really should have been microsurgery. Sawyer saw Jack just shake his head and whisper no, and he felt Peter slump from the negative response.

"Oh what the hell," Sawyer said, "how much longer is this going to take?" Jack's face registered disbelief, wrongly interpreting what Sawyer had said. Sawyer sighed. "Okay, none of this leaves this room, no damn talking about it. I'm gonna totally take your mind off what Jack's doing so he can get this finished. Try not to move your head." Sawyer began caressing Peter's face and lips while planting kisses from his shoulder up to his neck and stopping to nibble and suck on his ear. Peter's breathing picked up rapidly. "Oh God Sawyer," he whispered. Jack looked in shock again. Sawyer was still pressed up tight against Peter as he continued the kisses, licking and blowing on him. He ran his hands over his chest kneading his flesh, and pinching his nipples, then across Peter's abdomen and down to his pants. He put his right hand over Peter's cock and gave it a hard stroke through his jeans. Peter gave a loud groan this time. Jack reached down and put in another stitch. Peter whimpered, and Sawyer gave his cock another hard stroke down and back up again. Peter pushed backwards against Sawyer. Jack moved forward, adjusted and made another stitch. Sawyer unzipped Peter's jeans now, thrust his hands down into his pants and pulled his cock free of his pants. Peter was leaning into Sawyer - he wanted more. Sawyer started a slow unhurried rhythm as Peter's cock grew harder and longer in his hands. Jack looked at Sawyer so he would know the next stitch was coming, Sawyer took his hands, put them under Peter's balls and ran his hands slowly up his cock. When he reached the top he slid the precum across the head of his cock, made a circle with his thumb, and squeezed it. Jack pulled the stitch through just as Peter gasped. This was making Sawyer hard as a rock. Peter could feel Sawyer's cock poking him in his back - making him all the more excited.

"We've got just a couple more stitches 'til I'm done," Jack said hoarsely, trying desperately to keep his mind on what he was doing and not on his own hardening cock. This was intensely erotic and totally unexpected from Sawyer. Sawyer picked up the pace a little. He didn't want Peter to come before Jack got finished stitching him up, but he wanted him to still be distracted from the pain. Sawyer ran his tongue down along Peter's neck and stopped at his collarbone. He pulled up the soft skin between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and biting down, marking him visibly as he continued to jerk Peter off. Jack took another stitch as Peter moaned again. His breathing was much more labored now. Sawyer took Peter's balls in his hands and stroked them again. He could feel Peter's body grow tenser but it seemed like he was holding back. Jack took his last stitch, tied it off, and snipped it. He took a gauze bandage and taped it over the eye. "Ok, it's done, you can open your good eye now and move," he said. But Peter and Sawyer were too far down the path to stop.

"Please don't stop now Sawyer, I'm so hard it hurts, and you're just making me insane." Peter moaned. Sawyer got up from behind him without missing a stroke and came around front to Peter's cock. He kneeled and took as much of Peter's cock in his mouth as he could, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head before going down on it. He had one hand on the base of his penis and the other one gently playing with his balls. Peter threaded his hands into Sawyer's long hair. He was breathing rapidly now and moaning "Oh God!" over and over.

Peter tried to reach down and touch Sawyer's rigid cock through his jeans, but Sawyer knocked his hands away and growled, "Not now, later sometime. You don't have it left in you right now." Jack felt awkward like he had stepped into a private gay porno movie that he wasn't invited to, but he was too transfixed on them to look away or give them privacy. Sawyer was stroking Peter's cock harder and faster as he sucked and went down on it harder with his mouth. Sawyer moaned into his cock and Peter just couldn't stand it any longer.

"I'm coming Sawyer, get off!" he whimpered, but Sawyer just sped up, tightened up and sucked even harder. "Sawyer - oh God - fuckkkk!" Peter screamed high and loud enough for the whole island to hear as he shot four times into Sawyer's mouth. He looked totally wasted like he could just fall over and he was shaking. "Oh damn, that was about the strongest orgasm I've ever had. I think it made it worse cause I couldn't move," he panted, "You are so fucking good. Thank you for helping me to get through all this." He took Sawyer's face in his shaking hands and kissed Sawyer long, hard and hungrily, licking and tasting his own cum in Sawyer's mouth. He put his forehead gently to Sawyers and looked at him with his one unswollen open eye. "Anything you want that I can give you in the future you ask me and I'll give it to you. Anything. Understand?" Sawyer nodded yes. Peter stroked Sawyer's hair and face and kissed him again, more tenderly this time. He pulled back and looked at Jack who was re-organizing his surgery kit. He reached out and took Jack's hand and held it. He uncurled Jack's fingers and kissed him in the palm of his hand while looking at him. Jack looked conflicted. Peter looked at Jack and told him the same thing, "Thank you Jack for stitching my eyelid back together and for patching me up. Anything you want that I have in my power and can give you in the future you ask me and I'll give it to you. Anything Ok?"

Jack nodded. "I'm going to go get some ice and a towel for your eye, nose and head. It's gonna hurt like hell. I still need to check your head laceration." Jack wondered what Locke thought about all he had probably overheard.