Title: In Admiration - Part 34

Fandom: Lost

Characters: Jack Shephard, Boone Carlyle

Prompt: #74 Seduction

Author's Notes: Written for the LiveJournal community slash100 (underscore between "slash" and "100" – for some reason FFN deletes it)

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"Special delivery, Doc."

Jack looked up in time to see a backpack flying in the air towards him, reflexes kicking in to catch it before he got hit. He hefted the bag to hang off his forearm, looking up to see a smirking Sawyer. "What's in here?"

"Some medical supplies I found - figured you might need 'em."

The smirk was making Jack a little suspicious, though, so he opened the bag, quickly finding the source of Sawyer's amusement. The bag contained a few bottles of ibuprofen, most of them travel-sized, a half-empty bottle of Diazepam, a full bottle of Darvocet, and a couple bottles of KY Jelly. "The Darvocet might really come in handy," Jack said, trying his best to ignore the snicker from Sawyer as he tossed the bag so it landed next to his own.

"Right...the Darvocet. It'll be a grand ol' time. Help keep your little boy toy happy, too." Sawyer held up two water bottles. "Came here for a refill," he said, shaking them to emphasize that they were empty. Sawyer then looked to the side, smiling widening at something Jack couldn't see, and Sawyer turned back to him with a wink. "I'll see ya later, Doc." Jack walked out of the caves a little, peering in the direction Sawyer had been looking, hearing the other man say, "Evenin', Metro," before Jack saw Boone.

"What'd he want?" Boone asked, giving Jack a curious look.

Jack just shook his head in response. "He was...being Sawyer." Jack let Boone pull him further into the cave, pulling him down for a kiss. Boone tasted like the jungle air - hot, wet, and a little sweet. It was something so intoxicating that Jack knew he was addicted, and not just to the kissing, but the young man in his arms as a whole. During nights when he couldn't sleep, Jack would find himself thinking about what things would've been like if the plane hadn't crashed. He would think about how there were so many chances for him to run into Boone back in Los Angeles, knowing that if he saw Boone across a smoky bar, music pounding and lights pulsing, the other man definitely would've caught his eye, but would he have caught Boone's? His thoughts jumped to the lube in the backpack just a few feet away.

"I'll be right back," Jack said, noting the disappointed light in Boone's eyes as he broke the kiss. He went over to the pools that were intermittently dispersed throughout the caves, connected to an underground source that kept the water fresh. Jack noticed that Sawyer must have gone back to the beach already as he splashed some of the water on his face, cupping his hands together to form a bowl and drink some of it.

Jack had slept with men before, but those encounters had purely been for the sex. With Boone things were completely different - they were in a relationship, and they cared about each other. He knew Boone wouldn't object to the idea - that wasn't the issue at hand - but he didn't want to just suddenly jump into it, either. Boone had surprised him with the hand job those few days ago, and they'd done some fooling around the next day in the river, but Jack thought that when they did have sex, it should mean more since it would be the culmination of their relationship, not just two strangers looking for quick and easy release.

Or maybe Jack was just over thinking the whole thing.

He returned to his cave, finding Boone sitting on a seat cushion, an amused expression on his face. Jack noticed that his hands were in the bag Sawyer had brought, and there was no doubt in Jack's mind about what he'd just found. "You going through my stuff now?"

"This isn't your usual bag, and my curiosity got the best of me," Boone responded, giving Jack a smile that lit up his eyes. He then pulled out one of the bottle of KY for Jack to see. "Planning ahead, are we? Were you going to seduce me and I ruined the surprise?"

Jack felt his face getting warm, more embarrassed by his sudden embarrassment than anything else. Really, he was a doctor and an adult; he shouldn't be blushing like a teenager about sex. "I, uh, just got that now, actually. From Sawyer."

"You asked Sawyer for lube?" The way Boone was playing with his bottom lip between his teeth, Jack could tell his was trying not to laugh.

"I didn't ask him - he brought it. That's why he was here."

This time, Boone did laugh. "How...considerate of him." Boone suppressed his obvious humor at the scenario, getting serious and watching Jack like he was looking through a microscope. "You're freaked out," he observed.

"I am not."

"Yes you are! Now the question is why... Is it because Sawyer brought the lube or the fact that he knows we're going to use it?"

Jack didn't answer because neither of those were true. It seemed more like he was embarrassed because Boone wasn't - Boone, who just a week ago was afraid of people reacting badly when they found out they were together. Jack rubbed his hand over his hair, forcing a smile to try and laugh it off like Boone was. "I think this discussion has killed any mood I might have tried to create."

Boone stood, moving to stand so he and Jack's faces were mere inches apart. Jack could feel his breath on his face, and the closeness was calming and stimulating at the same time. "Don't worry about it, Jack," Boone said, smoothing the front of Jack's shirt with his hands. "Tonight's not good for me, anyway."

"Have a hot date?"

His comment earned him the smile back on Boone's face. "Actually, yeah. I have signal fire duty tonight, so I need to sleep on the beach. I'm going to be available tomorrow night, though, if you wanted to, I don't know," Boone took one of Jack's hands in his own, placing a kiss in the middle of his palm, "plan something."

"I think I can come up with something," Jack replied, groaning inwardly at the awful pun. Boone either didn't notice or didn't care as their lips met, eager with thoughts of what the next evening would bring.