Jack was right, when Sawyer finally did wake up he was a huge pain in the ass. But he was asleep right now so Jack should count his blessings. Kate, who still wasn't leaving his side, had fallen asleep in the chair next to him and Jack absently wondered if the two of them would get together. Probably not, they were both far too proud for that.
He looked over to where Shannon and Sayid were lying, asleep, and couldn't help but think that the place seemed to be turning into a boarding house. He turned around and went to find Boone. He went through to the next room and saw him lying on the sofa, some covers over him. He wasn't asleep yet though.
"Comfy?" Jack asked him.
"No," Boone replied, shifting a little.
Jack smiled at him and went to sit on the edge of the coffee table. He gazed at Boone and tried to think of something to say, some kind of conversation starter, but he came up blank. It was the damn lighting, making Boone look all gorgeous and kissable. Not that Jack could ever really think of a time that Boone wasn't looking all gorgeous and kissable lately. He bit his lip and looked away, trying to get his mind back into focus. Not that he particularly wanted to focus. And Boone probably wouldn't mind. He did say Jack could kiss him anytime he wanted.
"How's your leg?" he asked.
"It's okay," Boone replied.
"Chest?" Jack asked.
"Fine," Boone told him. "Doesn't even hurt anymore, I told you that."
"Yeah," Jack nodded. "Let me take a look."
Boone rolled his eyes but tried to hide the gesture. Jack moved off the coffee table and sat on the edge of the sofa. Boone shifted up to give him a little more room and pulled the covers down to his waist. Jack lifted up his shirt and ghosted his hands over the warm flesh, trying not to let his stupid hormones get the better of him. Judging by the way Boone was looking at him, he was having a similar problem.
Jack looked the stitches over and nodded. "They can probably come out in a couple of days."
"Told you," Boone said.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack said, pulling the shirt back down.
He looked at Boone and Boone looked right back at him. They became locked in a meaningful eye-contact and Jack found himself licking his lips, an involuntary reflex.
"I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?" Jack said, sounding rather more breathy than he'd intended.
"Okay," Boone said blindly.
Jack leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips, parting his mouth only slightly, just soft, delicate, loving kisses. He wasn't able to keep that up for long though and the second Boone's tongue came in the slightest contact with his lips he opened them far wider than he intended and pulled him close, pressing against him harder than was wise with an injured person, but Boone showed no discomfort so he guessed it was okay.
Jack felt himself getting totally lost in sensation but the sensible part of his brain kept shouting things at him. He ignored it and shifted positions, moving so he was lying on the sofa with Boone, or really half on top of Boone, the sofa wasn't all that big. He felt Boone pressing against his hip and he was sure that Boone could feel him back but he was mostly okay with that now, even though it had been a while since they'd gotten this far. In fact, it had been a hell of a long time and Jack was starting to realise why he was getting so carried away with it all.
He had to give the sensible part of his brain some dues though because it was quite right in the fact that they weren't exactly in a private place and anyone could walk in at any second. The hatch was pretty open plan, everything connected and there were no doors anywhere. He pulled away from Boone and looked at him breathing hard.
"Get up," he instructed.
Boone looked at him, a totally dazed and needy expression on his face. "What?"
Jack sucked up his willpower and climbed off Boone, standing up. He picked up Boone's crutches and held them out to him. "Get up," he repeated.
Boone just continued to stare at him. He shook his head a little, not getting it.
Jack looked around at the various entrances to the room. "Someone could come in."
Boone looked at him for another second and then a grin came over his face and he started laughing.
Jack couldn't help but laugh a little too. "Shhh," he said. "What's funny about that?"
Boone continued to chuckle quietly to himself and offered Jack a helpless shrug. Jack shook his head a little and offered the crutches more insistently towards Boone who finally took them and got to his feet. Jack gathered up the cushions from the sofa along with the covers and turned back to Boone.
"Where are we going?" Boone asked.
"I don't know," Jack admitted. Boone started to laugh again. "Will you knock it off, you're gonna wake everyone up," Jack said, but he couldn't help but smile himself. "Or you're gonna have Hurley and Rose coming in here asking what's so funny." Boone tried to look serious. "Come on, follow me."
"To where?" Boone asked, sounding amused.
Jack went into the hall and spotted what was formally the pantry, back when they had food. He headed towards it and opened the door, setting the cushions down on the floor while he waited for Boone to catch up.
"You do see the irony of the fact that we're in a closest, right?" Boone asked as he stood in the doorway.
Jack stood up and went over to him. "Shut up," he said, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips, being sure to pull away before they got too involved again.
Boone moved fully into what Jack admitted to himself pretty much was a closest and Jack closed the door. He helped Boone down onto the cushions and then sat down beside him. They looked at each other again and Jack was starting to feel all awkward and self-conscious again. He wasn't entirely sure where this was going to lead and even though he was looking forward to finding out, that stupid sensible part of his brain was at it again, telling him as was as inexperienced as a high school freshman when it came to this. But things had changed since he was a high school freshman and nowadays they were probably more experienced than he was.
He sighed and tried to focus on Boone instead of the logical things like the fact that he didn't know what the hell he was doing. But the first time he was with a girl he didn't know what the hell he was doing and he managed to get along okay. And surely this was easier because there wouldn't be any surprises. He knew what a man's body was like so he knew what to expect.
"Are you okay?" Boone asked him, looking concerned.
Jack snapped himself out of it and realised he'd been sat there staring at Boone for far too long than was polite in this kind of situation. "Sorry," he said. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He reached up a hand and touched the side of Boone's face, pulling him in for a kiss. They started out gentle again, soft, above the waist touches, until Jack felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't get some serious contact now. He laid Boone back and went down with him, once again laying half on him but being careful not to touch his bad leg. He pressed their bodies together, straddling Boone's good leg, pressing every inch of them he dared into contact, and kissed him roughly, caressing his hair and face and neck.
Boone raised his leg up a little, bending it at the knee, and bringing it into direct with Jack's groin, causing a moan to rise up in Jack's throat. Jack found his hand moving down to Boone's hip and he ground down with his own hips, trying to get Boone to feel what he was feeling. He then lifted his hips up slightly and moved his hand over, pressing the bulge in Boone's pants with the palm of his hand. Boone groaned and bucked up, biting lightly on Jack's lower lip.
Jack started to find it even harder to breathe, and not just because of what was going on with his own body. He was getting all nervous and wound up which was stupid because he could so do this. He knew how the equipment worked. Jack pressed down again and tried to simply enjoy the sensations instead of trying to analyse them.
Boone opened his eyes and looked at Jack's face and seemed to read something there that Jack would really rather he didn't. Boone just looked at him for a moment, seeming to consider something, and Jack wanted to say something to reassure him when Boone made a different movement with his hips and suddenly Jack was on his back and Boone was on top of him.
Jack gave him a questioning look which was cut off as Boone leaned down and kissed him. After a few moments Boone shifted off Jack but kept the kiss going and his hand went to Jack's pants, undoing the button of his jeans. He then stopped and pulled away, looking at Jack.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
Jack was pretty sure what he was asking but his brain wasn't quite computing it. "What?" he asked.
Boone looked at him. "Do you mind?" he asked.
Jack wanted to say 'no' because he was fairly sure that there wasn't a thing Boone could do to him right now that he'd object to but that sensible part of his brain wanted to know exactly what was going to happen and it wasn't going to shut up until it found out.
"Mind what?" Jack asked him, feeling like an idiot and a terrible tease to boot.
Boone rolled his eyes skyward and looked frustrated. "Aren't you supposed to be smart?" he asked. He leaned in closer and said quietly and rather awkwardly into Jack's ear "I want to give you a hand job."
Boone didn't make any move to look at Jack's face and Jack guessed that he was setting himself up for a rejection. A fact which probably wasn't helped by the way Jack had so blatantly avoided answering the question.
"Okay," Jack managed.
"Okay?" Boone asked, still not looking at him.
Jack grabbed the side of his face and pulled him so that he could look into his eyes. "Yes, please," Jack said.
Boone smiled with his eyes and put his hand back to Jack's fly, pulling the zipper down and yanking his pants off. He laid on his side, hooking his good leg over Jack's and took Jack in his hand, applying soft, gentle strokes that gave the impression of someone acting gingerly but Jack could tell that Boone was just getting him warmed up. And it was working, he was getting harder by the second and he was on the verge of begging when Boone read his mind and wrapped his hand fully around him, giving him strong, sure strokes from root to tip, leaning in and kissing Jack's neck as he did so.
Jack closed his eyes and pleaded and bargained with his body to not give in just yet, hang on just a little longer, but it had been too long and Boone was too good and everything just came crashing down around him. It was too short and it took all his energy out of him and he kind of felt like he'd let Boone down by not making it last longer which was stupid because now Boone got out of doing too much hard work. But Jack guessed that Boone must enjoy doing that or he wouldn't have offered in the first place. But this was Boone who put everyone before himself so who knew?
Jack laid back and took in deep breaths of air. He looked down at Boone who was nuzzled into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around him and shrugged his shoulder, getting Boone's attention. Boone looked up at him, his face kept, Jack thought, carefully neutral.
"Hey," Jack smiled.
Boone smiled back but looked slightly bemused. "Hey," he replied.
"You okay?" Jack asked. Boone nodded. "Your leg okay?" he asked.
Boone rolled his eyes. "I was using my hands, not my leg."
"I know that," Jack told him.
He pulled Boone closer again and felt, pressed against his thigh, a fairly obvious reminder that he had some unfinished business to do. He gave himself a few moments to get his heart rate down and his breathing back to normal before he shifted and moved Boone off him slightly so they were laying side by side. He moved his hands down to Boone's waistband but Boone grabbed hold of them, stopping him before he could make contact.
Jack looked at him. "What are you doing?"
"Jack, you don't have to do that," Boone told him.
"I know," Jack replied, again trying to move his hands forward but not getting very far.
"You don't owe me anything," Boone told him. "I'm okay. If you just give me a minute it'll... it'll sort it's self out."
Jack looked at him. "Boone, shut up," he said, but Boone wasn't giving in, he kept fighting with Jack's hands. Jack laughed. "Quit it, you idiot."
"I don't want you to do something you're gonna regret," Boone told him.
Jack shook his head. "I'm not gonna regret it."
He gave up on trying to get his hands to Boone's fly and instead placed them on his shoulders and rolled him onto his back. He then moved up and sat on his hips, straddling him. Boone looked up at him, apparently unsure whether he won or lost. Jack leaned forward and kissed him, reverting back to the sweet, gentle kisses from earlier, trying to relax him. It seemed to work as he felt Boone un-tense beneath him, his muscles relaxing as he pulled Jack into him for a deeper kiss. When Jack felt like Boone was really starting to melt he pulled away and ran his hand down Boone's chest and stomach, coming to rest at his waistband. He stopped and looked up at Boone, silently asking permission.
"Only if you want to," Boone said.
"I want to," Jack assured him.
He undid the pants and slid them down, reminding himself of how much he could do this. It was just like taking care of himself which he was pretty much an expert at. Only this was from the opposite angle and it wasn't quite the same because he didn't have any pointers because he could only feel with his hand unlike the usual two-way sensation that came with being on your own.
He took Boone in his hand and just held him firmly for a moment, feeling the heat radiating out and the consistency change under his skin. Boone's breathing became heavier and more audible and he shifted ever so slightly, obviously trying his hardest not to thrust up. Jack took the cue and started to move his hand, finding himself settling into a steady rhythm that Boone seemed to approve of.
Jack found that this really was surprisingly easy. Just like doing it to himself but even more fun. This was like giving something back, which Jack was always happy to do. But not in the way Boone was thinking, not like he felt Boone was owed something. Jack found himself wanting this just as much as Boone did and he ran his free hand up Boone's chest. Boone grabbed his hand and brought it up to his mouth, placing kisses along his fingers.
Jack picked up his pace, responding to the need that was coming off Boone, and as Boone started to go over the edge he licked and sucked at Jack's hand and Jack tried to not feel it because he was getting rather more aroused than he had the energy for right now.
He watched as Boone's breathing calmed again and then leaned forward and kissed him again, slow and lazy. He pulled away and smiled at him, gaining one back in response.
"No regrets," Jack told him and leaned in for one more kiss. "Now go to sleep."
"Okay," Boone muttered, closing his eyes.
Jack shifted off him and threw an arm over him before closing his own eyes and surrendering to sleep.