chapter seven: calm, blissful silence

When they reached camp the next morning, Charlie made sure to follow Sawyer back to where he kept his things. Sawyer of course gave him a strange look, probably hoping he'd forget what he was after because of all the... events that had occured since then. Sawyer shot him one of his charming smiles before sliding down against the tree and picking up his book.

"Well... I guess I'll see ya'." He winked, picking up his book and flipping the page. Charlie couldn't help but roll his eyes and stare down at him.

"Where is it?" He asked, leaning against the tree. Sawyer quirked the corner of his brow without even looking up.

"Whatever do you mean, Chuck?" He asked, pretending to be reading intently.

"I kept my end of the deal. Give me the peanut butter." Charlie said, a little bit of anger in his voice. Sawyer sat down the book and stood, then slowly backed him against the tree, placing a hand on his side and running it ever so slowly upward as he leaned in close, hot breath warming Charlie's impish nose.

"...Who said I even had any?" He chuckled. Charlie's jaw dropped. He felt betrayed, and it was Sawyer, he was supposed to have expected it. Yet he still couldn't help but feel hurt. Charlie shook his head and tried to keep from crying, and he pushed hard at the older man's chest, yanking himself out from between him and the tree. Charlie stormed off, not turning back now that he was free to cry, and disappeared from Sawyer's sight. And Sawyer.. felt bad. He called out to him and started to follow, then looked down and kicked the sand. What the hell was wrong with him? He used to revel in this. But now... everything hurt.

Charlie kept himself isolated for most of the day. He didn't talk to Claire, especially not Claire, because if it wasn't for his damn protective feelings for her, he would never have gotten into this. It wasn't her fault, but talking to her would only remind him of it, and he couldn't deal with that. It was night now, and Charlie kept himself holed up under an abandoned piece of debris from the plane that was farther away from the rest of the survivors on the beach. Ever since that first night when they heard those strange noises, everybody wanted to be closer together. Safety in numbers. As if that thing couldn't have ripped them ALL apart at the same time if it wanted to. Still, he was keeled over on the ground, clutching a torn and tattered pillow tightly against his chest, sobbing. How could Sawyer do that to him? Oh well. It provided weight to the whole 'it was just the afterglow' theory.

Before long he was asleep. Asleep like a rock, and if even a boar got curious and gored him, he probably wouldn't notice. It had been a long two days, and the night before he really hadn't slept much anyway. He was too busy with light fluffy feelings that he didn't even need. And it was good sleep, if not for all the damn dreams about Sawyer, which woke him at least every two hours.

He woke for the last time with the sun shining bright. He could hear laughter and chattering and splashing behind him. People were up and enjoying their day. Yay. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, then shook the sand out of his hair. Ew. A trip to the waterfall would be in order for somewhat of a shower. Still, the sleep was worth it. He was about to stand up and stretch when something caught his eye. A small plastic jar, the words JIF across it. He blinked a few times and bent to pick it up. it was heavy, and filled with that light brown cream that he had been questing for. It was real.

Attached was a small ripped piece of paperback from a romance novel, words written across the back in blue ink. Charlie smiled as he read it to himself.

I lied. Forgive me. Short and simple, but still meaningful. He'd have to thank him later. For now, he had to give his gift to Claire.

Claire of course, had squeeled like a schoolgirl and attacked him with hugs, then scampered off to gorge herself on her treat. It had brought Charlie joy to make her happy, and he had one man to thank for that.

Sawyer had disappeared into the woods like he always did. Probably to check up on his merchandise. In any case, Charlie followed him deep into the lush plant life, not caring who watched. Sawyer crouched over once he reached the tree he had hidden his things under and smiled as he pulled out another small jar. He had salvaged at least three, and with the amount of people on the island that missed the delicacies of home, he had planned on them being a serious bargaining tool. But now, he reserved them only for Charlie. He shook his head and put it back in, then zipped up the suitcase, covering it with large ferns.

Obviously he thought he was alone, because when he turned and saw Charlie standing there, he jumped just a little. "Whoa there! Scared me to high hell. Shouldn't do that, Chuck."

Charlie didn't speak. He didn't say anything. He just slowly approached him and then gripped him by his shirt, pulling him into a deep kiss. Sawyer moaned a little at the boy taking charge. It was refreshing. He never broke the kiss, only deepened it before reaching down and cupping his bottom. Charlie jumped into his arms and wrapped his legs around his waist as they fell back against a tree, Charlie sucking his tongue into his mouth, tugging his shirt up, wanting it off. And Sawyer complied, pulling away just a moment to take off his own shirt. But that brief moment was too long. He had to have his kisses, his beautiful lips against his own. It was hard not to touch him.

Charlie pushed him back and removed his own shirt, then gave him a lusty look. "I just wanted to say thank you..." He grinned, approaching him slowly, running his forefinger down his chest, around his defined pectorals. Sawyer smiled a bit and looked down at him with big eyes.

"What can I say? I couldn't stand seeing you upset." He said, sounding a little bit defeated. "What the hell did you do to me, Charlie?"

Charlie took a moment to think about that, then smiled. Maybe it was safe to just rest in his arms, smell his comforting aroma, sweat mixed with cologne that he was sure he horded all to himself. Charlie laid his head against his chest and closed his eyes as Sawyer ran his fingers through the back of his blond, messy lockes.

"Don't tell anyone about this, Charlie. I want people to think I'm a heartless sonofabitch." He said, smelling his hair. "And I kind of just want you all to myself."

That made Charlie blush, hard. He reached up and kissed along the nape of his neck, whispering a bit. "I'm all yours." He said. Sawyer smiled and pulled away.

"Wait one second." He said before turning to the suitcase, pulling out some spare blankets and a bottle of... was that lube? Well he did say he had a few special things in there before. He unfolded the blankets and smoothed them out along the ground, then laid back on his side, giving Charlie a playful smirk. "I thought you'd like some comfort for once instead."

Charlie laughed a bit and dropped down beside him, moving into his arms. And Sawyer kissed him tenderly. It was kind of nice. The tender kisses turned to passionate, and Sawyer's hands trailed down to his zipper, undoing his pants quickly. Because he needed him now.

Sawyer pulled away and trailed his kisses down Charlie's neck, letting the hairs of his chin tickle along his soft flesh. Tonight would be all about Charlie. He wanted to give him a night to remember, because for some reason, he genuinely cared about the way Charlie felt, a scary and new set of emotions altogether. Charlie chewed his bottom lip and closed his eyes, shivering as he felt Sawyer's tongue slip out and move down past his chest. Sawyer leaned back and tugged down Charlie's jeans by his pockets, mouth watering as his erection bounced out. Sawyer's reaction was a little more primal than Charlie's when he was in this position. He knew what he wanted right now and he just took it.

Sawyer barely took time to breathe as he knelt and engulfed Charlie's 6 inch cock all the way to the base. For a straight guy, he was pretty good at that. Didn't he do time or something? That might explain it... But all his random thoughts disappeared from his head when Sawyer started bobbing up and down, gripping Charlie's buttocks so hard his nails dug into his flesh. Charlie squeeled and panted, his eyes rolling back in his head as he arched his back upward, thrusting as much as Sawyer would let him into his mouth. Sawyer couldn't help but smirk just a little bit at the amusing noises he was making Charlie let out. It turned him on even more, the buldge in his pants hurting, aching to be free. But he couldn't pull himself away from Charlie. His mouth being wrapped around the boy just felt so right.

Charlie felt his sentiments. It felt so right in fact, that he was going to release soon. Sawyer moved his fingers and slid them up the underside of his crack while he sucked, massaging his hole, then without warning, plunged his forefinger inside. That was enough. Charlie screamed out in excitement and exploded in his mouth, a thin layer of sweat already covering his body.

"Sawyer..." Charlie spasmed. Sawyer lifted his finger and pressed it against his lips, then quickly shed his pants, grabbing up the bottle of lube, never breaking gaze with him. Charlie raised up and kissed him hard as Sawyer slicked himself up, ready for anything. He attempted to push him back down, but Charlie wouldn't let him.

"No... not like this." He said. Charlie pushed Sawyer down on his back, crawling on top. "Like this."

Sawyer gave him a wicked grin then brought his hands up on either side of his hips, holding them tight. Charlie shivered and reached down, gripping his shaft and leading it right where he wanted it, then slid ever so slowly down. Sawyer choked on a groan and threw his head back as the boy's tight warmth surrounded him. Charlie moaned in delight, then moved his hands up and rested them on Sawyer's chest as he bucked back and forth, watching Sawyer's face, the contortions of his expressions, seeing what he could make him do with every sweet movement of his hips.

Last time, Sawyer was completely in charge. But this... this was heaven. This was such a departure from his normal sexual deviancy that he found it better than most. Charlie moved back and forth, up and down, increasing speed and pressure as he did so. Sawyer made sounds he didn't think he ever had in his life. Charlie was in complete control and he knew it. He loved it.

"C-Charlie!" He hissed through blind passion, pulling him down on his erection even harder. He wouldn't last if this kept up. And Charlie... well he was enjoying it as well, and he knew a second climax was ahead.

Sawyer sat up, continuing his thrusting, but he just had to have his lips on Charlie's body. Had to taste him, see if the passion made him sweeter. He sucked along the skin of his neck as Charlie gasped, pulling him in closer, running his nails down his back, squeezing his muscles around him. Oh shit, this was it.

Sawyer couldn't handle it anymore. He burst inside him, spurting more of his white hot ejaculate than he ever thought he had before. Charlie kept on riding despite the climax, not wanting to stop. It wasn't long before he released as well, cumming all over Sawyer's abdomen. And he kept sliding, up and down. And kept riding. Kept sliding... then slowed to a blissful stop.

They held each other close, sweat and seminal fluids sliding their bodies together. Charlie cuddled his nose to the nape of Sawyer's neck, and just shivered. It happened, again. And this time, Sawyer was tender. That was something he wouldn't have expected in a million years. Still, he basked in the moment, safe in his arms. He started to say something, but he didn't want to ruin it, so they laid in silence. Calm, blissful silence.