Conception - Part 8
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Rating: PG-13 to R most chapters.
Keywords: Slash, Jack/Sawyer, Mpreg and a pretty good share of roughing up of Jack just because.
Spoilers: Follows cannon, sometimes loosely, sometimes very closely, from the Season One finale through season three.
Disclaimer: See prologue. They're not mine. Duh.
Author's Notes: See prologue.
Previously
After another hand in which Sawyer got his ass handed to him he decided he couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore. "So where'd you learn to play cards, Doc?"
Jack's eyes wandered for a moment like he was stalling, debating his answer. "Phuket."
Sawyer frowned. "What the hell were you doin' in Thailand?"
Jack looked mildly surprised.
"What, you don't think I know where Phuket is?"
Sawyer flashed a dimpled smile briefly, enough to make Jack smile involuntarily and look away, a blush rising to his cheeks. He knew he was well into his second trimester, which explained why he couldn't stop thinking about Sawyer, or, more accurately, about fucking Sawyer. The other day he had caught sight of the man reading in front of his tent and been hypnotized. The glasses resting on the bridge of his nose...the graceful fingers manipulating the pages...the soft, bronzed skin of his throat, partially revealed by his half-
unbuttoned shirt. He had longed to feel those hands on him, to run his tongue over the sharp line of his collarbone. He had been startled to hear the soft whimper that spilled involuntarily from his lips and had darted back into the jungle before the fantasy got the better of him. But now here he was, sitting across from Sawyer, trying to win back the medicine through a game of poker, absolutely certain that if they weren't in the middle of the camp in the open he wouldn't be able to control the urge to knock the table aside and beg Sawyer to fuck him until he couldn't see straight. He could see the suggestion, the longing, in Sawyer's eyes and knew he wanted the same thing. He swallowed a groan and tried to ignore the blood rushing between his legs, forcing himself to focus on Sawyer as he began dealing the cards.
"Far East, huh? Wouldn't'a taken you for a world traveler. That where you got the art on your shoulder?"
Jack didn't hear him, too focused on his hands as he dealt. He frowned as he realized what Sawyer was doing. "How about you deal again?"
Sawyer blinked at him. "What?"
"This time from the top of the deck."
Sawyer looked down at the cards and smirked. "Well, I had to try."
Jack smiled hesitantly and watched carefully as Sawyer gathered up the cards and reshuffled. Sawyer looked at Jack as he re-dealt the cards. It was obvious he had underestimated Jack. It was also obvious that he had much to learn about this man. The hints of a dark, seedy past intrigued him and he found he was looking forward to weaseling them out of him - a task that could prove challenging as the doctor had seemed determined to duck around the subject, refusing to answer even Kate's innocent queries regarding his tattoos. He decided that he would find a way to get Jack to tell him about whatever demons he was avoiding, even if it killed him.
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"Do you even know what amoxicillan is," Jack asked as Sawyer added it to the pot.
Sawyer shook his head. Jack wasn't the only one with a tainted past. "You may've been to Phuket, but I've been to Tallahassee." Jack stared blankly. "Let's just say somethin' was burnin' and it wasn't from the sunshine." Jack blinked, a frown beginning to crease his forehead. "Don't worry. Nothin' too serious," he added quickly.
Jack shook his head and absently shuffled his cards, looking back and forth between the table and the mound of fruit beside him. "I'm all in."
Sawyer searched his blank face and smirked. "Well that's the move of a man who wants me to lay down."
Jack ignored the blatant suggestion in his purposeful wording. "You're not gonna lay it down."
"I'm not, huh," Sawyer taunted. "Why's that?"
Jack looked around and leaned in, as if he were about to reveal a secret. "Because there's a bunch of people watching us right now and you don't want them to see you lose. Again."
Sawyer faltered, glancing at the small group standing several yards away. Were those binoculars? He was pretty sure they were just waiting for the two of them to fight and/or kiss and grope each other but Jack was right. He would gladly surrender the meds to Jack - he'd won them fair and square after all - but he wouldn't do it publicly and ruin the image he'd worked so hard to maintain. "All right. I call. Whatcha got?"
Jack tossed his cards on the table and Sawyer gaped. "A pair of nines? You pushed in with a pair of nines?" He had just been thoroughly out-bluffed.
"You caught me," Jack said "innocently". "Let's see 'em."
Sawyer grumbled and slapped down his even more pitiful hand.
"Guess it was enough, huh," Jack noted smugly.
Sawyer muttered a few curses. He didn't mind the losing part...much, but the definitive proof that Jack was a better player and could call his bluff so easily made him want to slap the good doctor silly. Or at least fuck that self-satisfied smirk from his face, he thought as Jack hauled himself to his feet with a tiny groan.
"I'll come get the meds later," Jack said, picking up his backpack and walking away.
"Hey," Sawyer called, stopping him in his tracks. "When I asked you what you wanted for stakes...why didn't you ask for the guns?"
"When I need the guns, I'll get the guns," Jack replied confidently.
Sawyer watched him leave, debating whether or not he should follow him or just wait for him to come back for the medicine. He had no doubt Jack was right. He had just proven he was capable of manipulating Sawyer into giving him what he wanted. But that was just a pile of fruit and some pills he had known he would eventually hand over anyway. He wouldn't let go of the guns quite so easily.
Next chapter
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short. I promise, next chapter will be a rather lengthy porn piece. ;)
Jack's eyes wandered for a moment like he was stalling, debating his answer. "Phuket."
Sawyer frowned. "What the hell were you doin' in Thailand?"
Jack looked mildly surprised.
"What, you don't think I know where Phuket is?"
Sawyer flashed a dimpled smile briefly, enough to make Jack smile involuntarily and look away, a blush rising to his cheeks. He knew he was well into his second trimester, which explained why he couldn't stop thinking about Sawyer, or, more accurately, about fucking Sawyer. The other day he had caught sight of the man reading in front of his tent and been hypnotized. The glasses resting on the bridge of his nose...the graceful fingers manipulating the pages...the soft, bronzed skin of his throat, partially revealed by his half-
unbuttoned shirt. He had longed to feel those hands on him, to run his tongue over the sharp line of his collarbone. He had been startled to hear the soft whimper that spilled involuntarily from his lips and had darted back into the jungle before the fantasy got the better of him. But now here he was, sitting across from Sawyer, trying to win back the medicine through a game of poker, absolutely certain that if they weren't in the middle of the camp in the open he wouldn't be able to control the urge to knock the table aside and beg Sawyer to fuck him until he couldn't see straight. He could see the suggestion, the longing, in Sawyer's eyes and knew he wanted the same thing. He swallowed a groan and tried to ignore the blood rushing between his legs, forcing himself to focus on Sawyer as he began dealing the cards.
"Far East, huh? Wouldn't'a taken you for a world traveler. That where you got the art on your shoulder?"
Jack didn't hear him, too focused on his hands as he dealt. He frowned as he realized what Sawyer was doing. "How about you deal again?"
Sawyer blinked at him. "What?"
"This time from the top of the deck."
Sawyer looked down at the cards and smirked. "Well, I had to try."
Jack smiled hesitantly and watched carefully as Sawyer gathered up the cards and reshuffled. Sawyer looked at Jack as he re-dealt the cards. It was obvious he had underestimated Jack. It was also obvious that he had much to learn about this man. The hints of a dark, seedy past intrigued him and he found he was looking forward to weaseling them out of him - a task that could prove challenging as the doctor had seemed determined to duck around the subject, refusing to answer even Kate's innocent queries regarding his tattoos. He decided that he would find a way to get Jack to tell him about whatever demons he was avoiding, even if it killed him.
********
"Do you even know what amoxicillan is," Jack asked as Sawyer added it to the pot.
Sawyer shook his head. Jack wasn't the only one with a tainted past. "You may've been to Phuket, but I've been to Tallahassee." Jack stared blankly. "Let's just say somethin' was burnin' and it wasn't from the sunshine." Jack blinked, a frown beginning to crease his forehead. "Don't worry. Nothin' too serious," he added quickly.
Jack shook his head and absently shuffled his cards, looking back and forth between the table and the mound of fruit beside him. "I'm all in."
Sawyer searched his blank face and smirked. "Well that's the move of a man who wants me to lay down."
Jack ignored the blatant suggestion in his purposeful wording. "You're not gonna lay it down."
"I'm not, huh," Sawyer taunted. "Why's that?"
Jack looked around and leaned in, as if he were about to reveal a secret. "Because there's a bunch of people watching us right now and you don't want them to see you lose. Again."
Sawyer faltered, glancing at the small group standing several yards away. Were those binoculars? He was pretty sure they were just waiting for the two of them to fight and/or kiss and grope each other but Jack was right. He would gladly surrender the meds to Jack - he'd won them fair and square after all - but he wouldn't do it publicly and ruin the image he'd worked so hard to maintain. "All right. I call. Whatcha got?"
Jack tossed his cards on the table and Sawyer gaped. "A pair of nines? You pushed in with a pair of nines?" He had just been thoroughly out-bluffed.
"You caught me," Jack said "innocently". "Let's see 'em."
Sawyer grumbled and slapped down his even more pitiful hand.
"Guess it was enough, huh," Jack noted smugly.
Sawyer muttered a few curses. He didn't mind the losing part...much, but the definitive proof that Jack was a better player and could call his bluff so easily made him want to slap the good doctor silly. Or at least fuck that self-satisfied smirk from his face, he thought as Jack hauled himself to his feet with a tiny groan.
"I'll come get the meds later," Jack said, picking up his backpack and walking away.
"Hey," Sawyer called, stopping him in his tracks. "When I asked you what you wanted for stakes...why didn't you ask for the guns?"
"When I need the guns, I'll get the guns," Jack replied confidently.
Sawyer watched him leave, debating whether or not he should follow him or just wait for him to come back for the medicine. He had no doubt Jack was right. He had just proven he was capable of manipulating Sawyer into giving him what he wanted. But that was just a pile of fruit and some pills he had known he would eventually hand over anyway. He wouldn't let go of the guns quite so easily.
Next chapter
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short. I promise, next chapter will be a rather lengthy porn piece. ;)
