Lost (James Sawyer Ford/Boone Carlyle) 029. Taste (original) (raw)

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Title: Strawberry Ice Cream
Fandom: Lost
Characters: James 'Sawyer' Ford/Boone Carlyle
Prompt: 029. Taste
Word Count: 677
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: For slash_100 My Little Damn Table is HERE:

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"Where have you been?" Sawyer slammed his book shut and glowered at Boone.

"On the beach." Boone answered mildly. A week of being stuck in the hatch made for a crankier than ever Sawyer. One who needed to be handled just right to keep him from biting somebody's head off. "I brought you something."

Sawyer shoved himself up on one elbow. "Yeah?"

Boone's smile widened. "Have you been a good boy?"

"Fuck no. Now gimme."

Secretly Boone was thrilled Sawyer was back to his usual bad tempered self. "Hmm. I went through a lot to get this." He inched closer to the bunk. "Maybe I should just keep it to myself."

"Fine. I'm going back to sleep." Sawyer's eyes flashed in irritation. He turned his back on Boone muttering 'asshole' under his breath.

"Okay, you rest up. I'll just sit here." Boone played along. After a minute he set the bait. "Seems like a shame to let this melt though."

Boone had to give Sawyer credit, he barely twitched. "I guess I can give it to Locke. I bet he likes strawberry ice cream."

This time Sawyer did more than twitch. He sat up so fast he cracked his head against the top bunk. "Ice cream?"

"Along with the pantry full of food – there's a freezer. I had to trade with Hurley for the key." Boone moved to get up.

"Trade what?" Sawyer's eyes never let the bowl in Boone's hands.

"Watership Down."

"You gave Stay-Puff my bunny book?"

"Your bunny book?" Boone arched his eyebrows. "You might want to rethink that particular personal pronoun." He waved the bowl. "Do you want it or not?"

"Bring it here."

When Sawyer grabbed for the bowl Boone shook his head. "I'll feed you."

"I'm not a baby."

"Your arm hurts. Now shut up." Boone chuckled as he loaded the spoon with soft pin ice cream. "Now open up the hanger…" He got through two plane noises before he cracked up.

Sawyer was less amused. Much less.

Then Boone finally placed the spoon to Sawyer's lips and Sawyer made a noise that up until then Boone had only heard him make during sex. "Good?"

Sawyer's lips eventually released the spoon, his tongue darting out to catch every trace of ice cream. "Hell yeah. Gimme more."

Boone's spine tingled from the head of Sawyer's smoky eyed look and guttural demand for more. Feeding an injured person hadn't really been one of Boone's kinks before, but watching Sawyer Boone had the feeling that was about to change.

Boone scooped out more ice cream and Sawyer met him halfway sucking down every bit with a blessed out expression.

"Damn. Nothing's ever tasted that good."

Taking another spoonful Boone pushed Sawyer back against the pillows. He rubbed the spoon against Sawyer's lower lip before sliding it in. Pulling the spoon away Boone leaned in and licked Sawyer's lips. "You're right. Nothing's ever tasted that good."

"Hey! Mine! No stealing." Sawyer's fingers pulled Boone down, his tongue storming into Boone's mouth and taking back every trace of strawberry. When he pulled back, he grabbed Boone's wrist and licked a single dribble of ice cream away. "Ice cream first. Sex later." He tucked both his hands behind his head. "You gonna feed me or what?"

Boone set the bowl on the ledge over beside the bed and stripped off his shirt. "I suppose it's the least I can do." He replied feeling giddy. "It wouldn't be right to just leave you hanging…"

"Got that right." Sawyer accepted Boone's weight as he straddled Sawyer's hips. "More."

By the time they got down to the pool of melted ice cream at the bottom of the bowl Boone was licking his lips. He was about to set aside the bowl for what he was really craving when Sawyer took it out of his hands.

"I'm not done with that."

Boone's breath caught as Sawyer lifted the bowl with one hand and with the other unbuttoned Boone's jeans. "Sawyer…"

Sawyer gave a wicked little smirk. "Come on. Just a taste."