"Do you really have sex in the middle of the day?"
The words were whispered into his ear and Boone turned to face Jack who was leaning down to him.
"What?" he asked.
"Do you?" Jack repeated, sitting down in the chair next to Boone.
"Erm, well..." Boone looked over to Charlie and Claire who were far too wrapped up in each other to even notice that Jack had entered the room. Boone turned back to Jack. "Yeah, sometimes."
"So you really do?" Jack asked.
"Yeah," Boone nodded, giving him a questioning look. "You don't believe me?"
Jack shrugged. "I just figured you wouldn't," he replied. "You seem pretty straight laced. And you like things in order. You like timetables."
"Jack, no one has a timetable for sex, that's just sad," Boone replied.
"Right," Jack agreed with a smile. "I sent Sawyer back to the beach. Kate went with him. Sayid's still out with Michael and Locke looking for Walt, I don't expect them back anytime soon. Shannon's asleep in Sawyer's old bunk, after I changed all the sheets for her. And I'd say they look pretty busy right now," he concluded, nodding towards Charlie and Claire. "I'd say they wouldn't notice if the rescue boats finally arrived."
Boone looked at him. He was fairly sure what Jack was getting at but not sure enough go jumping him. That was never really a good idea in any circumstance. Not that Jack would mind, Boone thought, he seemed quite open to being jumped. He seemed rather like he was inviting it.
Jack glanced over at Charlie and Claire one more time before settling his eyes on Boone. "I think we might be interruption free," he observed. Boone nodded. Jack nodded back. "I'm gonna be in the pantry," he said, getting to his feet and exiting the room.
Okay, that was an invitation. That was so an invitation, right? Under normal circumstances Boone had never thought he was bad at reading the signs but with Jack it was different. Boone wasn't sure that Jack knew what he wanted and so figuring it out before Jack had even figured it out was fairly hard work. But Boone got the distinct impression that Jack knew what he wanted this time and what he wanted was to have some fun in the pantry. Boone was so okay with that.
He grabbed his crutches and made his way down the hall. When he got to the pantry Jack was already laying on the cushions, looking up at him.
"What took you so long?" he asked.
"I'm on crutches?" Boone replied, not meaning to make it sound like a question.
"Well come here and maybe I'll forgive you," Jack said.
"Okay," Boone replied, giving him a smile that Jack returned in an instant.
Boone eased himself onto the cushions and then moved down so that he was laying next to Jack who shifted to lay on his side so they were facing each other.
"Is this the part where you call my bluff?" Boone asked.
"Yeah, something like that," Jack replied, leaning in to kiss Boone.
Boone shifted in a little closer to that their bodies were pressed together and angled his head to deepen the kiss, pulling at Jack to keep him close. One of Jack's hands found it's way to Boone's ass so Boone guessed the unspoken hands above the waist rule had gone out the window. But then after the other night it would have done. Then Jack rolled them both so that he was on top and Boone started thinking that he should take some of the initiative. Not that he minded this at all, but Jack seemed okay to push things a little further, he did bring up sex again. Not that Boone believed for a minute that he meant full sex, not yet, but he certainly meant orgasms.
Boone's hands found their way inside Jack's T-shirt and ran up his chest, feeling the slight prickling of sweat that meant Jack was starting to get hot and bothered, just the way Boone wanted him. But then Jack pulled away and Boone looked at him in confusion before he pulled his shirt off fully, leaning back in to kiss Boone again. As he did so he pulled Boone's own shirt up and then pulled away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head before he was right back with him again, flesh pressing against flesh.
Boone let his hands wander over the newly available skin and felt himself melting as Jack did the same, their mouths still plastered together, tongues caught in a mind-blowing rhythm. But none of it was quite enough and Boone decided to try for some below the waist action again. He went for Jack's fly at the exact moment that Jack apparently decided to go for Boone's fly, their hands colliding in the general area of their groins. They pulled away slightly and looked at each other. Jack gave Boone a smile and then shifted slightly, allowing them both easy access.
Jeans and underwear were shed and hands went into the mix, touching and teasing and stroking until they fell into a rhythm, hands and hips moving in unison, their mouths once again finding each other. And Boone let himself relax, let himself drift off, let himself just feel. And it felt amazing. Jack was really good at this and Boone couldn't wait until they got onto the better stuff. He couldn't wait until they'd done everything just so that it was out of the way as much as anything else. Because already this felt so much different from the first time, and it was so much different. Jack didn't have to worry so much because he knew he could do it and Boone didn't have to worry so much because he knew that Jack knew that he could do it and he knew that Jack was okay with doing it.
As the touches and the movement continued, the kisses became more distracted and they settled for closeness and sporadic grazes of lips whenever they could. Boone could hear Jack's breath start to hitch and that alone was getting him closer himself. The speed increased between them as they came to some kind of unspoken agreement and they both had to try harder to stay quiet. Everyone in the hatch was otherwise engaged at present but neither of them really wanted to take the risk that they could be heard from the other side of that door.
Boone watched as Jack bit down on his lip and thrust into Boone's hand, practically doing all the work for him, setting a new pace before giving everything over and losing himself in the moment.
He let his head drop down onto Boone's shoulder and his hand stilled for a moment while he collected his breath and then he was right back in the rhythm but now everything felt even more fantastic, the sensations warmer and smoother and Boone found himself biting back moans. Jack switched his technique slightly and as Boone fell fully over the edge he managed to wonder how the hell Jack could be so good at this. Boone shuddered and held onto Jack for all he was worth, never wanting to let go.
Jack leaned in and kissed Boone again, long and deep and sleepy, before rolling off him but still keeping the physical contact. Boone took a minute to catch his breath before turning to face him.
"Are you sure you're straight?" he asked.
Jack gave him an amused smile. "No."
Boone smiled back at him. "I meant pre-island," he explained. "It's just you're really good at that."
Jack gave him another smile. "Just following your lead," he shrugged.
"Thank you," Boone replied.
"Shut up," Jack said but he was still smiling. He started to close his eyes but then opened them again. "We can't go to sleep," he said. "It's the middle of the day. See how does this work now? I'm sleepy."
Boone looked at him. "Have you seriously never had sex in the middle of the day before?" he asked. "Not even in college? Not even on your honeymoon?"
"I was too busy studying at college," Jack said. "I barely had time for sex, full stop. But, yeah, on my honeymoon I guess."
"Wow, very adventurous of you," Boone said sarcastically, earning him a playful punch to the arm.
"We're not all sex fiends," Jack replied.
"I'm not a sex fiend," Boone argued.
"So how many?" Jack asked.
"How many what?" Boone queried.
"People have you slept with?" Jack finished.
Boone dodged his eyes. "I don't know."
"Yes you do," Jack contended. "Everyone knows."
"Maybe some of us don't bother to count," Boone replied.
"Yeah, you probably can't count that high," Jack mused.
"I'm not a slut," Boone insisted, looking at Jack again who was clearly trying to hide a smile, and not very successfully.
"All right, how many?" Jack asked.
"How many people have you slept with?" Boone countered.
"Five," Jack replied. "You?"
"Five?" Boone asked.
"You?" Jack repeated.
"What were their names?" Boone asked.
"Answer the question," Jack insisted.
"Eight or nine," Boone replied.
Jack looked at him. "What do you mean eight or nine?"
"Well, there was this one time in college that I was really drunk and I can't quite remember if we did it or not so I never know whether to count her," Boone explained.
"I knew you were a slut," Jack smiled.
"I'm not a slut," Boone insisted. "I just racked a few up in college, that's all. I had some crappy relationships towards the beginning of my college life and then I kind of cut a little loose at the end. I had a roommate who knew where all the cool parties were."
"So you were Party Boone?" Jack asked, looking amused again.
Boone gave him a look. "What do you think?" he asked. "I did all my lectures in the week and then went to a party on Friday night where sometimes I'd hook with a girl, or a boy, and then Saturday morning was pretty much a write off but Saturday afternoon and Sunday I caught up with my studies."
Jack looked at him. "Yeah, I should have done that," he said. "I didn't go to nearly enough parties in college. The ones I did go to I was dragged to and I always used to sneak out early so I could get some work done."
"Wow, you're a total geek," Boone observed with an air of joking. "I'm surprised you ever got laid."
Jack gave him a look. "You seem to think I'm okay."
Boone shrugged. "You'll do."
Jack shook his head a little. "Come on, we have to get up."
"Why?" Boone asked.
"Because we have to get up," Jack said, shifting away from Boone and sitting up.
"Right, you probably have some homework to do," Boone agreed, sounding earnest.
Jack picked up a cushion and threw it at Boone before getting up.