so, boone is wanking off thinking about jack and thinks he's going to hell for it, we got that much. so, i see one day boone and charlie are working on a project together - building a wee shelter or something (details - who really cares?) and charlie, in the course of conversation says something like, 'by then you'll have died and gone to heaven.' boone, all angsty-like, spit out, 'i'm not going to heaven.'
which then results in a round of taunting from charlie to whom boone likes like a total goody two shoes. charlie's all, 'i am a bad boy. why would you be going to hell?' and boone won't answer but charlie keeps pestering and eventually starts to suss it out.
he yanks boone off the beach and into the shade of the jungle, backs him up to a tree. 'who is it then?' he asks, 'which one? sawyer? you like the tough guy type.' boone doesn't respond but just holds his breath and prays he won't guess and will just go away. charlie is getting very close to boone, leaning to whipser in his ear when he says, 'ooohh, i know. it's jack isn't it? of course you would go for the super hero type. he's handsome, isn't he? all strong and muscular. and so good, always there to help when he's needed. you love that, don't you?' boone has his eyes queezed shut. charlie's hand is on his chest and he's harder than he's ever been in his life. charlie stops talking for a second but he's still there, lips to boone's ear.
'i bet you wish he would touch you,' charlie says and boone can't breath, can't speak and can't run away like he so desperately wants too. when charlie's hand slides over his stomach and flips open the button at the top of boone's pants, it's all boone can do to stay standing.
charlie jerks him off with hard, fast, dry strokes, nipping at his ear and his throat. it's nothing boone ever wanted and he feels dirty and evil but he comes all over charlie's hand, all over everywhere.
he stands still for one more breathless moment before pushing charlie away and running as fast as he can manage while holding his pants up.
sequel. part 1.
Date: 2004-10-13 07:04 pm (UTC)so, boone is wanking off thinking about jack and thinks he's going to hell for it, we got that much. so, i see one day boone and charlie are working on a project together - building a wee shelter or something (details - who really cares?) and charlie, in the course of conversation says something like, 'by then you'll have died and gone to heaven.' boone, all angsty-like, spit out, 'i'm not going to heaven.'
which then results in a round of taunting from charlie to whom boone likes like a total goody two shoes. charlie's all, 'i am a bad boy. why would you be going to hell?' and boone won't answer but charlie keeps pestering and eventually starts to suss it out.
he yanks boone off the beach and into the shade of the jungle, backs him up to a tree. 'who is it then?' he asks, 'which one? sawyer? you like the tough guy type.' boone doesn't respond but just holds his breath and prays he won't guess and will just go away. charlie is getting very close to boone, leaning to whipser in his ear when he says, 'ooohh, i know. it's jack isn't it? of course you would go for the super hero type. he's handsome, isn't he? all strong and muscular. and so good, always there to help when he's needed. you love that, don't you?' boone has his eyes queezed shut. charlie's hand is on his chest and he's harder than he's ever been in his life. charlie stops talking for a second but he's still there, lips to boone's ear.
'i bet you wish he would touch you,' charlie says and boone can't breath, can't speak and can't run away like he so desperately wants too. when charlie's hand slides over his stomach and flips open the button at the top of boone's pants, it's all boone can do to stay standing.
charlie jerks him off with hard, fast, dry strokes, nipping at his ear and his throat. it's nothing boone ever wanted and he feels dirty and evil but he comes all over charlie's hand, all over everywhere.
he stands still for one more breathless moment before pushing charlie away and running as fast as he can manage while holding his pants up.
'hey!' charlie shouts after him, 'what about me?'