Charlie slipped through Sawyer's barred home with enough ease to not make much sound. Sawyer watched him, wishing him to turn around and go back to his own cage, but his pleads fell on deaf ears and Charlie held Sawyer earnestly before he could blink. Sawyer slipped his arms around Charlie and pulled him in tightly, resting his cheek on the top of Charlie's head and closing his eyes. He wanted to push Charlie away; it wasn't safe. They were once caught before, escaping their cages. It wouldn't be wise to try it again. But Sawyer continued to hold Charlie, waiting for the alarms to ring and the Others to break up the small moment of peace.

But nothing happened. Must be lunch break, Sawyer thought.

Charlie lifted his head from under Sawyer's neck. "What's wrong?" He tried to sound more concerned than frightened but Sawyer saw through that.

"Nothin'." Sawyer stroked a blade of hair from Charlie's eyes. "Don't worry 'bout it," spoke Sawyer quietly.

"Sawyer, those men…they, they're going to—"

"Shhh now." Sawyer put a finger to Charlie's lips. "They've tortured us enough for today. Let's not talk about it, alright?" Sawyer knew what Charlie was thinking. Just a few hours ago, Sawyer's life was threatened by one of the men holding them captive. He swore Sawyer would die the next morning.

Charlie nodded in comply. "But, Sawyer—"

Sawyer raised his voice and eyebrows to silence Charlie. "Ah!"

Charlie frowned but kept his mouth closed.

"Let now be about you and me, not before or after, now, 'cause now is all the time we have left." Sawyer's voice fell into a whisper by the end of that sentence. Hearing it scared him more than thinking it. Hearing it made it seem all the more real.

Charlie felt tears swelling in his eyes. He couldn't stand to see Sawyer looking and acting like this: Trying to be brave for Charlie's sake when he was suffering the most.

"Now is about us," agreed Charlie before kissing Sawyer passionately.

Sawyer's mouth gaped to allow their tongues to meet and greet before nipping at Charlie's lower lip. Charlie lifted his arms to Sawyer's broad shoulders to wrap around Sawyer's neck. With his eyes closed, Sawyer reached for the bars of which Charlie had shimmied through and, once he had a grasp on them, slowly pressed Charlie's back against them. They continued kissing and nipping as Sawyer pulled Charlie's arms from his neck and stretched them as far as possible above his lover's head, holding them in place tightly. Charlie instinctively jerked his wrists for freedom but Sawyer held them steady, with a smirk completing his dimples.

While working Sawyer's neck over with his diligent tongue, Charlie straddled one leg around Sawyer's hip. Sawyer picked up the hint and, with one hand holding Charlie's hands together on the bars, lifted Charlie's other leg so that Charlie could lock his legs around him properly.

"Sawyer," panted Charlie.

Sawyer looked at Charlie and gave him a genuine smile, like an inaudible guarantee that they were safe. Charlie returned the smile with a small giggle and with that, Sawyer carried him to the ground.

With their clothes off and Charlie prepared, Sawyer lifted his thighs and pressed inside. He went slowly to savor every moment, paying extra attention to his senses: the warmth of Charlie's skin, the scent of their sex, the sweetness of Charlie's mouth, the songs of their moaning, and the sight of them together as one.

If this was to be their last night together then he would see to it that it was the best they ever had.

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