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Morning
By : hologramaja
Category: G through L > Lost
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Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, and I do not make any money from this.
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- 1-Morning
- 1
Author’s Notes: My OTP for eponine119 at lostsquee's
Luau. Wanted to try something a little different with them. Late,
sorry!

“Ben, ready to get up?”

Ben wrinkled his nose and dug down
deeper under the covers. Jack smiled at his obstinance--Ben was the
one who'd asked to be woken up. Jack ran a hand down Ben's chest and
stomach stopping to take his half-hard cock in hand, wringing an
undignified squeak from him as he began to stroke. Ben was breathing
hard, his sleepy eyes fixed on Jack's.

“How about now? Though I'll
understand if you'd rather sleep...” Jack stilled his hand.

“Don't you dare stop,” Ben
somehow managed an air of menace, though he was painfully aroused and
half-asleep. The implied threat lingered for a moment until Jack
disappeared under the covers and his hand was replaced by a mouth.
Jack sucked and swallowed until Ben was pulsing into his throat.

“Didn't even ruin the sheets this
time,” Jack rasped as he reappeared. He pulled Ben towards him,
kissing him lightly and running his fingers through his hair.

Ben hummed an agreement, “Good
thing, we're running low.”

Jack traced the pink scar on Ben's
back, he could still hardly believe how fast it had healed, “I
know you're feeling better, but are you sure about this? It's not too
late to change your mind.”

“I need to know if any of them
are pregnant, Jack. You've seen Juliet's research, you know what will
happen to them if they are,” Ben sighed, he'd never had to
explain himself until Jack came along.

“I know why you want to do
this Ben. I just don't think it's safe. I didn't know some of the
people that were killed, but I'd met Ethan and Goodwin,” Jack
paused, thinking of Ana Lucia. If he hadn't gone back to visit her on
the plane he'd never have gotten stuck in the tail section to start
with, but the things she had done... “We've just started this
Ben, I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you like what
happened to them.”

Ben felt his face flush. It was still
strange to him, having a relationship with anyone. All of his past
efforts had been spectacular failures, and this had just sort of
happened while he wasn't even trying.

Jack had gotten a concussion in the
crash, so Ben had tasked Alex with watching over Jack in their guest
room since he needed to be woken up every so often. Keeping Karl away
had also been a welcome bonus. Ben introduced himself, and Jack
hadn't reached out to take his hand. He'd nearly been offended until
Jack sheepishly admitted he didn't know which of the three hands he
saw was the real one. Eventually he clasped Ben's hand with both of
his own, lending an odd intimacy to the action. It took a few days
until Jack could see straight again, then they were off to the Staff
station so Jack could check on Ben's tumor.

Once Jack told Ben it wasn't going to
be immediately fatal, he tried to put off surgery until later. Jack
was furious, since Ben wasn't taking the risk seriously enough. Jack
cornered him in a storage closet, locked them both in and recounted
some of the worst medical horror stories he'd heard on the subject.
He'd pushed a little too far in fact--Ben was terrified.

Ben had already been worried what
everyone would think when he'd gotten sick on an island where people
never did, but he needed to keep up a strong front for his people.
Ben started shaking, and Jack feeling contrite, put an arm around his
shoulder, “I don't mean to scare you, but we need to get it
taken care of as soon as possible, alright?” Jack put both arms
around Ben then, holding him, he hoped, in a comforting way.

“Alright,” he'd said, but
he didn't stop shaking. In fact he'd begun to tear up, and Jack
started to run his hands up and down Ben's back, redoubling his
efforts. Ben wasn't used to being touched, it felt good. He pulled
his arms around Jack, letting his hands rest in the small of his
back.

Jack had wanted to kiss him then, but
after what happened with Sarah, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Ben watched the indecision warring on Jack's face. He'd read all
about Jack's ex-wife and could guess his thoughts, not wanting to
drag Ben into a cycle that seemed cursed to repeat itself.

“I'm not her, Jack. Couldn't be
less her, in fact. Let go of everything from before--please,”
Ben hated the quaver in his voice, but soon enough there were lips on
his, Jack pushing him back against the wall. They got back to camp
late that night, looking rumpled, and wearing vaguely guilty
expressions.

Tom said later on they'd been flirting
since they'd met, but that was news to Ben. He'd tried to keep Jack
comfortable while he healed of course, and if Jack offered to help by
chopping vegetables for him, or otherwise lending a hand here and
there, well he was being polite--that's all. Juliet had been less
wary around Ben since Jack had come along too. He hadn't understood
it at the time. In the end it hadn't made much difference for her
since he'd already set the plan with Goodwin in motion, and he
doubted any apology would be well received.

Ethan had returned with Claire by the
time he was ready for the surgery, giving Jack two trained
assistants. Everything had run smoothly, though swelling afterwards
had put pressure on Ben's spinal column, and he'd been stuck in a
wheelchair for a few days. It had been embarrassing at first, being
wheeled from place to place by Jack, especially since Jack had no
reservations about keeping him from doing anything that might slow
his recovery--no matter who might be watching. Ben was angry about it
until he noticed that no one seemed to think any less of him for it,
they were actually kind of impressed that Jack put up with him
without complaint. Jack didn't mind Ben being childish, he liked to
take care of him, and Ben, though he loathed to admit it, loved being
taken care of. It was something he'd never had before, no matter how
desperately he'd wanted to.

Ben also fought much less with Alex
since Jack had been there. Jack and Alex had talked quite a bit when
he'd first arrived, mostly because asking if Jack knew his name or
where he was every time she had to wake him had gotten boring really
fast. Alex wasn't shy in giving her opinion of her father, which had
started Jack in on his. Christian was dead, but that hadn't softened
Jack's feelings much.

“At least he only killed himself
this time,” Ben overheard one night, after Jack had recounted
his journey to Sydney. As far as Alex knew her father was only an
overprotective liar, and she felt a little guilty for complaining to
Jack about it. Jack told Alex that it would be stranger if she did
like her father. She was in the teenage rebellion stage, and if she
hadn't found real reasons to hate him, she'd have to make some up,
“Though I suppose you can't grab a bus across the country, when
you're on an island. One of my high school girlfriends did that—it
was a mess. I'm sure you've been told this a million times by
well-meaning, over-bearing adults, but the stuff that seems life and
death at your age, won't even register when you're older.”

Alex had sighed and rolled her eyes,
“Go back to sleep, Jack.”

As happy as Ben was with his home life
nowadays, he still had responsibilities, and though Jack had more
than enough reason to worry about what the people from his plane
might do to him, it still had to be done.

Jack sat up on the bed, dangling his
feet over the edge, “I just need you to know that I love you,
okay?”

“Jack, I know you're still kind
of new around here, but there's no emotional blackmail until after
breakfast,” Ben said lightly as Jack sighed in frustration.
“Learn your Latin, play football with Tom, keep an eye on Alex
for me--I'll be back before you know it,” Ben wrapped his arms
around Jack, placing a kiss on his shoulder, “and thanks--for
meaning it.”

Jack shook his head in mock
resignation, “I won't let Alex get more than three tattoos, and
no piercings below the waist--”

“Jack,” Ben warned.

“--though if she asks nicely--”

“Do you really want to miss out
on the last decent food you'll have until I get back? By all means
continue,” Ben concluded imperiously.

“Oh, fine,” Jack wriggled
out of Ben's arms, walking over to pull clothes out from the dresser.
“Like you'd really make me eat my own cooking,” he
muttered under his breath.

“I heard that,” Ben called
back as he headed to the bathroom.

Jack tried to tell himself he was
worrying over nothing. Ben was a brilliant liar and the Henry Gale
plan was flawless. What could possibly go wrong?
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Morning	By : hologramaja Category: G through L > Lost Views: 1502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, and I do not make any money from this.

Morning