Lost: Boone Carlyle/James 'Sawyer' Ford Prompt: 098. Writer's Choice (original) (raw)

Title: Secrets and Sex
Author: ficklemuse
Character: Boone Carlyle/James 'Sawyer' Ford
Prompt: 098. Writer's Choice
Word Count: 1,169
Rating NC-17(ish)
Author's Note: My bad- I just realized I already HAVE a fic for prompt 076. Oops!

It wasn't like Boone was deliberately picking through Sawyer's stuff when he found it. Instead he'd tripped over on of Sawyer's shirts on the ground. He picked it up and the letter fell out of one of the pockets.

The letter wasn't something Boone had seen before. It was thin, written on cheap paper that was starting to yellow a little around the edges with age. The handwriting was childish, and that more than anything caught Boone's attention. It brought home the niggling doubts in the back of his head about his relationship with Sawyer. There was so much Boone didn't know about him. Sawyer never talked about his life before the crash, or what he was doing in Australia. For all Boone knew the letter could be from Sawyer's own son. There could be a wife and family waiting for Sawyer someplace. The fact Boon couldn’t rule it out completely made him feel sick.

He almost didn't open it, afraid that whatever was inside would spoil what was going on in their tiny makeshift house on an island in the middle of nowhere.

But controlling his curiosity wasn't exactly Boone's strong suit.

His fingers pried open the envelope and pulled out the letter.

'Dear Mr. Sawyer…'

"What's the matter? You missing the bunny book?"

Caught – Boone didn't answer right away. Instead h kept reading until Sawyer snatched the letter out of his hands. "What happened? Why does that kid think you killed his parents?"

Sawyer's expression was stony. "Because. I did."

"I don't believe you."

Sawyer folded the letter and put it back into its envelope. "That's because you believe in anything. Hell, you probably believe in the Easter bunny." Sawyer lit a cigarette. "Boy, I don't know who you think you've been sleeping with all this time but I'm a con man. It ain't just something I do it's what I am. Now you can accept it and things can keep goin' the way they've been goin'. Or you can not accept 'em and things'll change. But what you can't do is stand there and lie to yourself about what a bastard I am." Sawyer pulled Boone to him by the back of his neck. "Don't be naive."

Boone fought the urge to hit Sawyer upside the head with one of his crutches. "Be an ass if you have to. But don't stand here with a letter you've obviously been carrying around for years written by a kid and try to convince me what a badass you are." He met Sawyer's gaze without flinching. "You suck at being bad Sawyer. I may be naïve but at least I'm not a fraud."

Sawyer's fingers tangled in Boone's hair and yanked Boone in. He bit Boone's lip and drove his tongue into his mouth.

Boone tried to pull back if only to tell Sawyer to leave his damn hair alone but Sawyer simply kept kissing him until Boone felt the blunt force of lust kick start in his gut. It never failed. Every time Sawyer touched him, kissed him, hell – sometimes all it would take was a look or the sound of his voice and Boone was instantly hard and aching.

Sawyer pushed Boone backwards until he landed on their bed. He didn't have long to wait for Sawyer to join him. Sawyer's hands were quicker than usual in stripping off their clothes. A small part of Boone's brain sighed with the knowledge he was going to have to steal some thread to replace the buttons on his shirt, but the rest of him reveled in the feel of Sawyer's skin next to his.

Until he saw Sawyer's face.

He still looked closed off the way he had when he'd first seen Boone reading his letter. Closed off and cold. Unreachable. Boone didn't know what it was but he knew he had to fix it. Fix Sawyer. Stop him from going to whatever ugly place he was at in his head. Boone grabbed Sawyer's face between his hands and after some struggling took control of their kiss; softening it, teasing, coaxing Sawyer's playful side. He continued the light little kisses while subtly easing Sawyer onto his back. Once he was spread out in miles of tanned slick skin Boone concentrated on mapping every inch of him. First with his hands, then his mouth.

When his mouth ghosted over Sawyer's chest and down his belly Sawyer growled and placed his hand on Boone's shoulder, pushing him down even further. "Boone."

"Hmm?" Boone looked up and playfully licked his lips until they glistened. "Yesss?"

"Don't talk."

"I wasn't planning on it. But just in case I change my mind. Why not?"

"Don'tcha know it's rude to talk with your mouth full?"

"But Sawyer… my mouth's not …" Boone pretended to be shocked. "Hey!!!" bending down he trailed his tongue over the slick tip. "I'd hate to be rude." Siding Sawyer's hardness between his lips, Bone took him deep and hard and fast. He didn't want to draw it out. He wanted to send Sawyer over the edge quickly. Before long Sawyer was gasping his name and practically levitating off the bed. Boone gave his spent cock a final lick and made his way back up the bed. He stroked Sawyer's arms and chest until he opened his eyes again. "You still in there?"

"No. Someone just sucked my brains out. Call back later." Sawyer sighed and leaned his head into Boone's hand for more pets like a spoiled cat.

Boone rubbed up Sawyer's arm and taking hold of his shoulder began to push him onto his side. Sawyer's head jerked up and his green eyes showed surprise and a hint of uncertainty.

Boone stroked his hand over Sawyer's back until Sawyer was laying on his side.

"You sure you know what you're doin' Hoss?"

"I think I've got a pretty good idea." Boone couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. He wedged his good leg between Sawyer's and began to slowly work him open with spit slick fingers and a little help from his favorite island plant leaves that were always conveniently placed under the bed.

It was impossible to tell who moaned first or loudest when Boone entered him. He slid home and stopped buried to the hilt. He pressed his forehead to Sawyer's shoulder and mouthed a hot kiss to his neck. "You feel so good." He purred. He kept stroking Sawyer's chest and stomach before taking him in hand and stroking him in time to his slow, deep thrusts.

It wasn't long before Sawyer was humping back against Boone, straining for more, demanding more in a guttural snarl.

"Fuck me! Yeah! That's it. More!" Sawyer dropped his head forward and bit deeply into the arm wound around his chest.

He knows everything that's important is said in Sawyer's touch and kiss. There's nothing words can tell Boone that he doesn't already know.

Boone decides, caught up in the rush of bliss that Sawyer can keep his secrets.