Of Rabbit Holes
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G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,490
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Of Rabbit Holes
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Author’s Notes: A million years late for
at lostsquee's
You said you didn't mind reading Jack even though you don't like him.
There are several 'firsts' for Jack and Ben in here, virgin!Ben the
most obvious. Hope you like it!
Jack was sore,
dizzy, and completely fed up with waking up alone in the jungle. As
his head cleared, he noticed the faint sound of voices arguing in the
distance. Jack slowly made his way to his feet using a nearby tree to
steady himself.
“...told you
that you had to do anything I asked.”
“I've done
more than enough, especially considering the fact that
not really
Locke.”
Jack felt cold. It
was John's voice, but John was dead. His legs
decided before
his brain did—Jack ran towards the voices just as a deep
rumbling began in the distance.
He reached a small
clearing, empty except for Benjamin Linus, who looked as terrified as
Jack had ever seen him. He may have been completely clueless as to
what was happening, but Jack knew that sound meant run.
Jack grabbed Ben's
arm hard, and roughly drug the man behind him until they were both
running as fast as they could go. Branches broke, trees turned over,
but neither paused to look back at the gathering black
smoke—it
was too close. Up ahead
there was
water, and Jack saw their only chance. He had been here
before, only hours earlier to him, but now thirty years in the past.
“Take a deep
breath and jump!”
The water was
murkier than he remembered, but Jack swam though it faster than the
last time with Ben following close behind him. Muscles aching, they
surfaced in the blackness of the underground temple.
After pulling
himself out of the water, Jack sat down heavily, panting and trying
to catch his breath. On his right he could barely make out the shape
of torches waiting to be lit, propped up against the stone walls.
Ben crawled up onto
the floor and lay flat on his back, making his own effort to catch
his breath. Ben watched Jack pick up a torch in the dim glow the pool
of water filtered in from outside.
“There should
be flint there, somewhere...” Ben's voice echoed off the
walls.
Jack picked up two
stones after a brief search near his feet and struck them together.
Sparks caught on the torch and it blazed to light. Jack used his
torch to light another, passing it to Ben who reluctantly sat up to
take it.
“Jack. Richard
told us you were dead,” Ben searched Jack's face, not sure
what
he was looking for.
“Who's us?”
“Sun, Lapidus,
my... the Others,” Ben pronounced the last wryly,
“and
John Locke... well something that looked like him anyway.”
“Ah,”
Jack shivered and it had nothing to do with the temperature.
“I
thought I heard you talking to John--what was he? The
monster?”
“Probably. I
know you won't believe me Jack, but I really don't know, ”
Ben
said tiredly.
Jack bit his lip and
sighed, did it matter whether it was true or not?
“In any case I
suppose I should thank you for saving me--it would have torn me
apart.” Had promised to in the guise of his daughter, in
fact.
Jack stood up and
shifted guiltily on his feet, pacing a bit before he spoke,
“I
suppose I owed you one, so you really shouldn't thank me.”
“I know when
you were Jack, but not what you were doing,” Ben narrowed his
eyes at Jack, eyeing his bloody Dharma jumpsuit.
“What I didn't
do, actually,” Jack edged further inside the temple and Ben
rose to follow him.
They walked a while
in the quiet, but it wasn't long before Jack broke the silence,
“Richard told them you wouldn't remember what happened to
you...” Sayid, Faraday, Eloise, the bomb, and everything else
that happened came tumbling out of his mouth.
“J-Juliet...maybe
she...” Ben managed in an unsteady voice.
“Even if
she survived the fall, without anyone to help her she'd be
dead
by now,” Jack turned back to look at Ben. He had stopped
walking and was staring blankly at the ground.
Jack walked behind
Ben and put his hand on his arm, “Ben?”
Ben tilted his head
slightly but his gaze was still empty, “I'm not who I used to
be, Jack. Maybe you should have left me to the monster after
all.”
Jack took Ben's free
hand in his, “I can slap you to see if you snap out of
it—though it doesn't seem to have done any good for anyone
else
who's tried it.”
That got a scowl in
Jack's direction.
“We should
keep going, it's not much farther,” Jack gently tugged Ben
forward.
“I know Jack,
I used to live there,” he mumbled petulantly.
Ben was sharply
aware of the hand on him. Jack had loosened his grip and was pulling
him forward by the wrist. He felt the steady rhythm of Jack's
heartbeat pulsing through his skin. It was comforting, warm, real.
“What happened
while we were gone? Why was...John,” Jack
grimaced,
“going to kill you?”
“He asked me
to do something, and I couldn't refuse. Alex...it looked like her and
she told me I had to do whatever John said. ” Ben shook his
head, and took a deep breath, “I did something bad Jack, and
I
knew things would never, could never, go back to
the way they
had been. I tried to leave before anyone realized just what had
happened, but it seems I was followed. And...well you were there for
the rest.”
Jack knew that
wasn't the half of it, but there was something in Ben's eyes that
wouldn't let him press for details. Intentionally setting off a
hydrogen bomb had to put Jack himself pretty high on the list as far
as bad
went.
“There's a
place we can douse the torches up ahead. When we get inside you can
do whatever you need to do, and I'll go out and reset the sonic
fence,” Ben said as the entrance to his house came in to
view.
“I don't think
anyone else will try to get in this way, but if they do we'll at
least be able to hear them coming,” Jack watched Ben nod,
though his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.
They extinguished
and discarded the torches, then Ben paused in front of the entryway,
“You're still...um...holding my hand.”
“Sorry,”
Jack let go, embarrassed.
Ben led them inside,
carefully sealing the entrance behind them. The house was in the same
general disarray Ben remembered when he'd been here with Frank, Sun,
and (not) John.
“Do you think
that everything still works? I could really use a shower, and maybe
we could cook something later,” Jack flipped a switch on the
wall and the light bulb lit up on cue.
“You should
run the shower for a few minutes before you use it, it tends to smell
of sulfur when it hasn't been used in a while. Jack, if you get bored
enough you might clean the house up a little, it needs it,”
Ben
looked around, noting the dust and cobwebs.
“Might as
well,” Jack didn't relish the idea of being a janitor again,
but it would keep his mind off of other things.
“I'm bringing
some tools with me just in case, but I don't think anything will be
damaged too badly,” Ben opened a closet, extracted a satchel,
and slung it over one arm. He opened the top flap, pulled out and put
on a spare set of glasses.
“I guess I'll
see you later then,” Jack felt uncomfortable suddenly, and
wondered whether he should offer to go with him.
Ben hesitated
briefly at the front door, “I won't be gone for long,
Jack,”
then stepped out, shutting the door behind him.
Ignoring a vague
sense of worry, Jack decided it was ridiculous to bathe just to end
up covered in dust again, so he cleaned the house before taking his
shower. Afterwards, he took a shirt and pair of pants from Ben's
room, but they didn't come close to fitting.
Unwilling to be
stuck in his Dharma jumpsuit, Jack searched some of the abandoned
homes to find something closer to his size. The house he finally
found something in was starkly plain, as if whoever lived there
couldn't be bothered to decorate. Jack suspected that maybe it was
Richard's, since the stash of clothing he'd found fit him nicely.
Returning to Ben's
house, Jack paced the living room wondering if he was wearing a
groove into the newly clean floor. Shouldn't Ben have been back by
now? What if that thing had been out there by the pylons waiting for
him? How long should he wait? What if he was
Or dead...
Jack ran out of the
house towards the sonic fence, wildly searching for any sign Ben had
walked this way. “Of
course
the bastard didn't leave any trail!” he thought
furiously.
Ben wandered towards
the sound of Jack's frantic foot falls in the grass, just in time to
be knocked flat to the ground.
Ben's glasses were
askew, highlighting startled blue eyes, “Jack,
what--”
Jack hauled Ben up
from the ground by the collar of his shirt, “You said you
wouldn't be gone long, you ass!”
Ben would have tried
to make some sort of response, but their eyes met for a moment then
everything stopped, and lips were covering his. Eventually, they
pulled apart to catch their breaths, and Ben tried to piece together
whatever fragment of thought he had left.
“E-eggs...”
Ben began, still dazed and off-balance.
Jack wrapped an arm
around Ben to keep him from falling, “What?”
“...from wild
birds. They're good when you soft poach them--put them over greens.
The yolk makes it's own dressing,” he rambled. Ben carefully
opened his satchel, and pulled out two oblong, speckled eggs, pausing
to check for cracks, “I found one right away, but the bird's
nests are in tall grass and it took longer than I thought it would to
find the second. You mentioned cooking earlier,” his eyes
nervously darted up to Jack then back down at his eggs.
Jack watched Ben
cautiously return the eggs to the bag, “I thought something
happened to you.”
Ben felt a surge of
indignation--since when did Jack care? He made the mistake of looking
into Jack's eyes for a second time and found himself stuck
again--emotions had always been his undoing.
Jack grabbed Ben's
lopsided glasses off his nose by the bridge, and put them in his
pocket. He cupped Ben's face in one hand, tracing his lips with a
thumb. Ben was shaking terribly. He knew what to do with pain, but
pleasure was outside his experience. Lips pressed together again,
mouths more insistent, for a deeper kiss.
Ben felt like he had
drowned, “I-I don't... I haven't... What is this,
Jack?”
Jack leaned in close
to his ear and whispered, “What do you want it to
be?”
Ben couldn't answer
him, not without blood in his brain at any rate, “W-We should
get back, it will be dark soon.”
They walked back in
silence, the sun setting in the distance. The only thing said when
they got inside was when Ben asked Jack to pick some lettuce from one
of the overgrown gardens while he took a (cold)
shower.
Jack wasn't much of
a cook, but he could at least get everything ready for Ben. He picked
and washed the lettuce, then set a pot of water to boil on the stove.
“Need me to do
anything else?” Jack could feel Ben's eyes watching him,
though
he had yet to step into the kitchen.
“Grab the
pepper and garlic salt. Fresh garlic would be better of course, but I
can make do,” Ben directed. He was happy to finally have
something he could take charge of.
Jack tried to get a
look at the contents of the eggs as they were cracked into the
bubbling water, but he was banished to the dinner table after
retrieving the spices. Ben eventually brought out his dish, and Jack
was oddly disappointed that the eggs looked like they'd come from
some oversized chicken.
He couldn't complain
about the taste, however. Jack used a finger to recover the last bit
of yolk from the bottom of the plate, and he felt the weight Ben's
eyes on him again as he touched it to his tongue.
Jack looked up at
Ben, who blinked hard then said, “If you're finished I'll
take
that plate.”
Jack slid the plate
over. Ben grabbed it and got up, practically sprinting to take them
to the sink. The volume of the clanking sounds from the kitchen was
somewhat ominous given the low amount of dishes. Jack followed the
noise and put a hand on Ben's shoulder, causing him to nearly drop a
pot.
“Damn you,”
Ben whispered. He sat the pot down and turned off the faucet, pausing
to wipe the bubbles off his hands. Then he spun around without
warning and pushed Jack hard against the wall, catching his lips in a
furious kiss.
They fumbled their
way into the bedroom in a rush of discarded clothes, frenzied hands
and mouthes.
“I've
never...” Ben managed, gasping as he was pushed on to the
bed.
“I'll just
have to show you then,” Jack panted as he wondered whether
Ben
meant with a man, or with anyone. “Do you have anything I can
use to...?”
“Sock drawer,”
Ben tried to pull himself together a little as Jack stopped to dig
out the bottle. He'd always been a fast learner, and he needed
concentrate so he could remember all this for future use.
Jack coated two
fingers in clear gel, and pressed them inside Ben with practiced
ease.
“What are they
teaching in med school these days?” Ben murmured. He blinked
as
Jack smirked at him, “That was out loud wasn't it?”
Jack leaned in for a
kiss then slicked himself, pressing his cock to Ben's entrance,
“Ready?”
“Do it,”
Ben's voice was breathy, his eyes fixed on Jack's.
Jack pushed in,
thrusting shallowly, “OK?”
He got a groan in
response and took it as encouragement, thrusting harder and faster,
putting a hand between them to stroke Ben's hardness. Jack knew it
wouldn't last long for either of them, he was surprised Ben hadn't
already come. It couldn't take much more. Quaking tightness stretched
around Jack, Ben's cock was weeping steadily, his eyes glazed, and
lips an obscene shade of red. Jack felt him tense and then he was
coming, painting them both with thick drabs of white.
Jack felt himself
being drawn deeper by Ben's spasms, and he pounded into him madly
until he finally came deep inside. Ben trembled, he'd been wrung dry
already but the heat of Jack's come was driving him crazy.
When they could both
breathe again, Jack got up briefly to grab a damp cloth to clean them
up a bit. They settled into the bed together, Ben grumbling about
ruined sheets.
Jack just shook his
head, “Are you sore?”
“Not really,
but--” Ben yawned, ”--I do have an abnormally high
pain
threshold.”
“You can sleep
you know, it's been a long day,” Jack lay his head down on a
pillow.
Ben toyed with his
bed sheet, looking pensive, “You haven't talked about your
friends in a while. I assume you'll want to leave and find
them.”
“I just
remembered something I forgot to tell you,” Jack saw fear
flash
though Ben's eyes and reached over to squeeze his hand.
“I don't know
if you remember Rose and Bernard--they went back with Sawyer's group.
No matter how hard anybody looked, no one could find them. Turned out
they spent three years hiding out from everyone in the jungle. Had a
house and a dog, just wanted to be left alone to live their lives
together. I have to admit, I don't think I really understood why when
I heard about it,” Jack looked relaxed as he traced circles
over Ben's knuckles with his thumb.
Ben's
mind blanked for a moment. House? Dog? Oh...
“Jack, how do
you feel about rabbits?”