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janie_tangerineSo, it's Boone day at lostsquee and right, I need to be the Boone geek on Boone day. I had one idea for a gen one but it was way too depressing and the Queen had listed so many option that I couldn't resist. Hey, no one can say I can't do variety! These are all for Queen ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
halfdutch, with much congratulations for giving me a chance to indulge in my favorite things ;)
Title: Like Bad Ideas on a Beautiful Day
Rating: light R
Pairing: Sayid/Boone
Words: 550
Summary: They have that half of a lash out because he told the truth when he was asked. Sayid and Shannon, who else. Every other day, he would have searched for her. This one, he searches for him.
Spoilers: through ... In Translation.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. Boone isn't either but I'd like to lay a claim on him, since you know, they don't care.
A/N: using forun_love_you #21, You'll do. Well, I had been wanting to try those two for a while. Why not? Title stolen from Ryan Adams because I'm currently listening to it and I couldn't find one.
You know where to find me, Sayid had said.
Boone had been intent on accepting that sort of subtle invitation, as soon as he was back from the daily hike in the jungle where he had figured he would spend the day looking at that hatch door.
Wrong.
He had been intent on accepting said invitation before he had felt relieved. For two days he just did nothing; Shannon wanted to be with Sayid, fine. It wasn’t his business, just not anymore, and it was for the best, was it?
Except that he never was one not to be honest with himself, that at least. Thing was, he had never really felt relieved. Not at all, even if he acts like he does.
They have that half of a lash out because he told the truth when he was asked. Sayid and Shannon, who else. Every other day, he would have searched for her. This one, he searches for him and well, does he know where to find him? He does.
There isn’t much conversation, truth to be told. Sayid asks him whether the friendly suggestion and everything else were because of personal knowledge. Boone answers that indeed they were, even if in that moment it wasn’t, not entirely at least.
Sayid doesn’t look exactly heartbroken, but not even relieved. Boone had never figured he’d take pleasure in them splitting up anyway and he doesn’t take pleasure in it now, but he had figured he would really feel relieved. Not at all; if anything, he can’t exactly place the reason for which he’s feeling not relieved. Not at all indeed and he mutters something that should be an apology, but Sayid shrugs and says that he wouldn’t have wanted a lie. Boone nods; reasonable answer. So very reasonable.
But then again, Sayid doesn’t look comfortable; Boone figures he should leave, but then Sayid asks what did she do to him and as stupid as it sounds, Boone can only shrug and say that she did exactly what he told him around that fire before, without the making you feel like the greatest guy in the world bit. Then he adds that they’re not really related anyway.
There’s a second in which they both look at each other and Boone can’t help thinking that Shannon does have indeed good taste, observing Sayid’s whole figure while trying not to be too obvious; he takes a couple of steps forward.
Sayid says something like this is so very wrong and Boone is inclined to agree, but he doesn’t stop and Sayid doesn’t either; before he can rationalize it, Sayid’s skin is warm under his fingers and as soon as their lips touch in a way which is way more tentative than Boone would have ever thought, he figures that it’s just Shannon’s payback if it happened. Then his hands start to roam under Sayid’s tank top, feeling his muscles under his palm and Sayid turns him with his back against the nearest tree, his lips insisting against Boone’s. He parts them while his hands reach Sayid’s trousers, realizing that while Sayid is obviously needy, he isn’t trying to force anything; he can only appreciate it. When it’s Sayid against the tree and he’s kneeling down, he doesn’t think about Shannon, not one second.
End.
Title: All Apologies
Rating: light R
Pairing: Sawyer/Boone
Words: 550
Summary: And for how much of an asshole Sawyer could be, the last thing Boone wanted was having him tortured of anything.
Spoilers: through Whatever The Case May Be.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. Boone isn't either but I'd like to lay a claim on him, since you know, they don't care.
A/N: using forun_love_you, #2, I was wrong about you. I can't resist myself some Sawyer/Boone sexing up I must say. Title stolen from Nirvana.
When the asthma attacks are over and Shannon is back to herself, sadly he has to remark, he manages to get Kate to tell him what exactly had happened. She doesn’t want to tell him at first but a few well placed remarks are enough to make her cave and if he doesn’t go asking explanations to Sayid is because Sayid is gone.
Fuck, what an accomplishment for one that went marching against tortures. Boone, of course, not Sayid. And for how much of an asshole Sawyer could be, the last thing Boone wanted was having him tortured of anything. He can’t feel like it’s also his responsibility, after all he was the one to decide Sawyer had the inhalers all along. Sure, if he hadn’t had such a reaction, he thinks while his hand goes to his bottom lip, feeling the wound still healing.
Again, a punch isn’t much compared to torture. Isn’t it?
He just goes to Sawyer after the golf match and apologizes quickly, saying he had been wrong about him and that he would come to collect the sunscreen, not leaving Sawyer time to answer before fleeing. After all, Sawyer had lost the bet.
Boone is indeed surprised when Sawyer throws Watership Down at him along with said sunscreen. When he shoots him a questioning look, Sawyer looks at him like he is the biggest idiot ever walked on the face of this planet.
“Well, maybe I’ve finished it already and maybe I ain’t done such a nice deed myself.”
“Are you actually apologizing to me?”, Boone asks turning both the book and the sunscreen in his hands.
“I ain’t. And I’d appreciate it if you get the fuck out.”
Boone shakes his head and heads outside, but then again, he has to. He turns in Sawyer’s direction for a second and throws the sunscreen back at him.
“What?”
“She doesn’t really need that.”
He hasn’t managed to finish part two of that book after a week in which even glancing at Sawyer would earn him a stare which was enough to turn his skin into a perpetual blushing when Sawyer finds him in his tent one day, while Shannon is doing some translation job with Sayid or whatever; Boone figures it was bound to happen when he finds himself with his hand in Sawyer’s trousers, biting his tongue in order not to be heard since it’s the middle of the day. Sawyer mutters that this isn’t apologizing just before Boone kisses him and shuts him up; not much later Sawyer is coming against his hand and Boone hadn’t figured that it would go on and that he would have to bite his tongue again while Sawyer takes him into his mouth and he thinks that he really had been wrong before forgetting anything which isn’t Sawyer and the delightful shivering that is turning him into a shaking mess. It’s just so different from Sydney, no strings attached, nothing except the heat surrounding them and the feeling of Sawyer’s hands rough on his hips. There’s another quick kiss between them before Sawyer stands up and says something like Well, see you around, princess, and don’t you get sunburned ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ another one.
Now this is a way of apologizing he can get behind.
End.
Title: The Art of Un-Living
Rating: PG13
Pairing: sort of Charlie/Boone
Words: 550
Summary: This fact that between them, there’s really no difference because from dead to dead, it feels like they were still alive should make him unsettled, but at this point it really doesn’t.
Spoilers: through the S4 finale.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. Boone isn't either but I'd like to lay a claim on him, since you know, they don't care.
A/N: using forun_love_you #5, you can be like me. Again, I can't resist dead!Boone. Especially with dead!Charlie.
“Oh, bloody hell. How can you do this?”
Boone turns to Charlie, raising an eyebrow in his direction while motioning for him to sit on the now deserted kitchen table of the likewise deserted beach camp.
“How can I do what?”
“This... this sodding being dead but not really business, there it is.”
Boone has to laugh at this, though it isn’t mocking and he hopes that Charlie gets it. He does, thankfully, because he doesn’t look too angry when Boone turns back to him.
“It’s not an exact science, you know.”
“Oh, what a bugger, now that's something I didn’t know before. Mate, I’m being serious here.”
“I know. I just... well, it’s not like you aren’t doing this.”
“Sure I am, but you take it so... so calmly! Like it just was, normal!”
“Well, for being dead, it is normal. Also, of course you don’t take this calmly. You’ve been here for one week, no one expects you to be all smiles and whatever about it. It’s not like I am, by the way.”
“Surely you don’t seem very troubled here.”
“Well, excuse me but I had two months more to try to get over it.”
“Have you?”
He wonders whether he should lie or not, but as soon as he looks at Charlie he knows he can’t.
“Hell, no. But I figure there’s worse. And hey, being dead actually isn’t as bad as dying was.”
Charlie nods, staring straight at the sea; Boone knows that is hasn’t been a walk in the park. Now he understands why people wish for a quick and painful death. Charlie doesn’t ask whether it hurt and Boone is quite thankful for it. Because well, yes, it had hurt. Just a bit, you know.
“It just... you don’t show it.”
“I think I had a bit of practice regarding how not to show things when I was alive.”
Like, you can’t show your sister that you love her or your clients that you couldn’t care less about their wedding that you’re supposed to plan.
“Did you?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t advise anyone to follow my example, though.”
He hates the way the wood doesn’t feel real under his hands. It feels like plastic or something and it’s not cold nor warm nor rough. The disadvantages of being dead, he muses. You can’t feel anything that is alive, or not most of the times.
He doesn’t move when Charlie’s hand ends up covering his. It’s warm, like real skin, and this fact that between them, there’s really no difference because from dead to dead, it feels like they were still alive should make him unsettled, but at this point it really doesn’t.
Their fingers interlace; he lets it happen and just gives Charlie’s hand a light squeeze. He can’t blame Charlie for feeling even more down since, well, it moved and whatnot. Especially because Claire hasn’t shown up anywhere, not even between them, and no one can explain it.
“Regarding how I do it, there’s just one thing I could say.”
“What?”
“Just... let it go and think of this as another life. Even if it isn’t. I haven’t found a better way.”
“It isn’t right.”
“I know. But what is?”
Charlie nods and sighs, his hand staying where it is. Boone doesn’t move, either.
End.
Title: Perfect
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jack/Boone
Words: 500
Summary: His lips slightly turn up into a small smile when he closes his eyes and everything he feels is the beating of Jack’s heart and the feeling of Jack’s warm skin against his chest.
Spoilers: through ... In Translation.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. Boone isn't either but I'd like to lay a claim on him, since you know, they don't care.
A/N: using forun_love_you #14, I'm awake and you're breathing. Because I have a OTP, damn it. This is more or less descriptive rambling but well, I took the prompt to the letter. Title stolen from Smashing Pumpkins really.
The caves are cool and the blanket under his back feels as comfortable as it can get. His shirt lies in some corner, as Jack’s is in the opposite one. There’s just the faintest breeze, but it’s enough to send the skin on his arms into goosebumps, if only because he’s still a bit sweaty. He just turns and settles better against Jack’s back, not being able to avoid smiling when he thinks about how one hour ago he wasn’t really feeling cold. Not at all.
His hands go to Jack’s arm; he traces the tattoos there lightly, with the tip of his fingers, careful not to wake him up; hey, it’s the first time in a week he actually sees the man sleeping, he won’t try to change the situation. True, he’s out cold and it’s probably also exhaustion; Boone doubts that he would get so tired just because of, well, their small business of one hour before, but then again, point is that he wants to be careful with what he’s doing.
Boone thinks he has a thing for Jack’s arms; oh, he really has, so strong, long and lean, and those hands that he has another thing for. The tattoos are just a perfect touch. Or at least, tattoos always were suited to Boone’s taste anyway even if he never got one. He probably has that thing for Jack’s arms since he had felt them close around his waist while he could have sworn he was going to drown in that ocean, no thanks to his lifeguard license. He still can’t get how could he manage to be such an asshole to Jack that day, but then again, everyone makes mistakes and spending his life with Shannon was bound to have negative effects. Especially when you have started to crush on the guy after making a fool of yourself in front of him because of pens, but that’s something Boone would rather forget if he can help it.
Jack’s breathing is steady and regular, Boone can’t help sneaking a hand behind his arm and letting his fingers trace lightly his chest, even if he can’t see it; he doesn’t repress a shiver when they end over Jack’s heart. He thinks he just won’t be able to get any sleep, now when he can spend time remembering the way Jack’s lips were warm over his or the way those oh-so-beautiful hands touched pretty much every inch of his skin that night. Or how those arms had held him (again, yes, but no comparison to the first time) while his body was literally on fire. No, he won’t sleep, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t even need to see Jack’s face while he just gets as close as he can and presses a light kiss on one of his shoulders. His lips slightly turn up into a small smile when he closes his eyes and everything he feels is the beating of Jack’s heart and the feeling of Jack’s warm skin against his chest.
End.
lostsquee and right, I need to be the Boone geek on Boone day. I had one idea for a gen one but it was way too depressing and the Queen had listed so many option that I couldn't resist. Hey, no one can say I can't do variety! These are all for Queen halfdutch, with much congratulations for giving me a chance to indulge in my favorite things ;)Title: Like Bad Ideas on a Beautiful Day
Rating: light R
Pairing: Sayid/Boone
Words: 550
Summary: They have that half of a lash out because he told the truth when he was asked. Sayid and Shannon, who else. Every other day, he would have searched for her. This one, he searches for him.
Spoilers: through ... In Translation.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. Boone isn't either but I'd like to lay a claim on him, since you know, they don't care.
A/N: using for
un_love_you #21, You'll do. Well, I had been wanting to try those two for a while. Why not? Title stolen from Ryan Adams because I'm currently listening to it and I couldn't find one.You know where to find me, Sayid had said.
Boone had been intent on accepting that sort of subtle invitation, as soon as he was back from the daily hike in the jungle where he had figured he would spend the day looking at that hatch door.
Wrong.
He had been intent on accepting said invitation before he had felt relieved. For two days he just did nothing; Shannon wanted to be with Sayid, fine. It wasn’t his business, just not anymore, and it was for the best, was it?
Except that he never was one not to be honest with himself, that at least. Thing was, he had never really felt relieved. Not at all, even if he acts like he does.
They have that half of a lash out because he told the truth when he was asked. Sayid and Shannon, who else. Every other day, he would have searched for her. This one, he searches for him and well, does he know where to find him? He does.
There isn’t much conversation, truth to be told. Sayid asks him whether the friendly suggestion and everything else were because of personal knowledge. Boone answers that indeed they were, even if in that moment it wasn’t, not entirely at least.
Sayid doesn’t look exactly heartbroken, but not even relieved. Boone had never figured he’d take pleasure in them splitting up anyway and he doesn’t take pleasure in it now, but he had figured he would really feel relieved. Not at all; if anything, he can’t exactly place the reason for which he’s feeling not relieved. Not at all indeed and he mutters something that should be an apology, but Sayid shrugs and says that he wouldn’t have wanted a lie. Boone nods; reasonable answer. So very reasonable.
But then again, Sayid doesn’t look comfortable; Boone figures he should leave, but then Sayid asks what did she do to him and as stupid as it sounds, Boone can only shrug and say that she did exactly what he told him around that fire before, without the making you feel like the greatest guy in the world bit. Then he adds that they’re not really related anyway.
There’s a second in which they both look at each other and Boone can’t help thinking that Shannon does have indeed good taste, observing Sayid’s whole figure while trying not to be too obvious; he takes a couple of steps forward.
Sayid says something like this is so very wrong and Boone is inclined to agree, but he doesn’t stop and Sayid doesn’t either; before he can rationalize it, Sayid’s skin is warm under his fingers and as soon as their lips touch in a way which is way more tentative than Boone would have ever thought, he figures that it’s just Shannon’s payback if it happened. Then his hands start to roam under Sayid’s tank top, feeling his muscles under his palm and Sayid turns him with his back against the nearest tree, his lips insisting against Boone’s. He parts them while his hands reach Sayid’s trousers, realizing that while Sayid is obviously needy, he isn’t trying to force anything; he can only appreciate it. When it’s Sayid against the tree and he’s kneeling down, he doesn’t think about Shannon, not one second.
End.
Title: All Apologies
Rating: light R
Pairing: Sawyer/Boone
Words: 550
Summary: And for how much of an asshole Sawyer could be, the last thing Boone wanted was having him tortured of anything.
Spoilers: through Whatever The Case May Be.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. Boone isn't either but I'd like to lay a claim on him, since you know, they don't care.
A/N: using for
un_love_you, #2, I was wrong about you. I can't resist myself some Sawyer/Boone sexing up I must say. Title stolen from Nirvana.When the asthma attacks are over and Shannon is back to herself, sadly he has to remark, he manages to get Kate to tell him what exactly had happened. She doesn’t want to tell him at first but a few well placed remarks are enough to make her cave and if he doesn’t go asking explanations to Sayid is because Sayid is gone.
Fuck, what an accomplishment for one that went marching against tortures. Boone, of course, not Sayid. And for how much of an asshole Sawyer could be, the last thing Boone wanted was having him tortured of anything. He can’t feel like it’s also his responsibility, after all he was the one to decide Sawyer had the inhalers all along. Sure, if he hadn’t had such a reaction, he thinks while his hand goes to his bottom lip, feeling the wound still healing.
Again, a punch isn’t much compared to torture. Isn’t it?
He just goes to Sawyer after the golf match and apologizes quickly, saying he had been wrong about him and that he would come to collect the sunscreen, not leaving Sawyer time to answer before fleeing. After all, Sawyer had lost the bet.
Boone is indeed surprised when Sawyer throws Watership Down at him along with said sunscreen. When he shoots him a questioning look, Sawyer looks at him like he is the biggest idiot ever walked on the face of this planet.
“Well, maybe I’ve finished it already and maybe I ain’t done such a nice deed myself.”
“Are you actually apologizing to me?”, Boone asks turning both the book and the sunscreen in his hands.
“I ain’t. And I’d appreciate it if you get the fuck out.”
Boone shakes his head and heads outside, but then again, he has to. He turns in Sawyer’s direction for a second and throws the sunscreen back at him.
“What?”
“She doesn’t really need that.”
He hasn’t managed to finish part two of that book after a week in which even glancing at Sawyer would earn him a stare which was enough to turn his skin into a perpetual blushing when Sawyer finds him in his tent one day, while Shannon is doing some translation job with Sayid or whatever; Boone figures it was bound to happen when he finds himself with his hand in Sawyer’s trousers, biting his tongue in order not to be heard since it’s the middle of the day. Sawyer mutters that this isn’t apologizing just before Boone kisses him and shuts him up; not much later Sawyer is coming against his hand and Boone hadn’t figured that it would go on and that he would have to bite his tongue again while Sawyer takes him into his mouth and he thinks that he really had been wrong before forgetting anything which isn’t Sawyer and the delightful shivering that is turning him into a shaking mess. It’s just so different from Sydney, no strings attached, nothing except the heat surrounding them and the feeling of Sawyer’s hands rough on his hips. There’s another quick kiss between them before Sawyer stands up and says something like Well, see you around, princess, and don’t you get sunburned ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ another one.
Now this is a way of apologizing he can get behind.
End.
Title: The Art of Un-Living
Rating: PG13
Pairing: sort of Charlie/Boone
Words: 550
Summary: This fact that between them, there’s really no difference because from dead to dead, it feels like they were still alive should make him unsettled, but at this point it really doesn’t.
Spoilers: through the S4 finale.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. Boone isn't either but I'd like to lay a claim on him, since you know, they don't care.
A/N: using for
un_love_you #5, you can be like me. Again, I can't resist dead!Boone. Especially with dead!Charlie.“Oh, bloody hell. How can you do this?”
Boone turns to Charlie, raising an eyebrow in his direction while motioning for him to sit on the now deserted kitchen table of the likewise deserted beach camp.
“How can I do what?”
“This... this sodding being dead but not really business, there it is.”
Boone has to laugh at this, though it isn’t mocking and he hopes that Charlie gets it. He does, thankfully, because he doesn’t look too angry when Boone turns back to him.
“It’s not an exact science, you know.”
“Oh, what a bugger, now that's something I didn’t know before. Mate, I’m being serious here.”
“I know. I just... well, it’s not like you aren’t doing this.”
“Sure I am, but you take it so... so calmly! Like it just was, normal!”
“Well, for being dead, it is normal. Also, of course you don’t take this calmly. You’ve been here for one week, no one expects you to be all smiles and whatever about it. It’s not like I am, by the way.”
“Surely you don’t seem very troubled here.”
“Well, excuse me but I had two months more to try to get over it.”
“Have you?”
He wonders whether he should lie or not, but as soon as he looks at Charlie he knows he can’t.
“Hell, no. But I figure there’s worse. And hey, being dead actually isn’t as bad as dying was.”
Charlie nods, staring straight at the sea; Boone knows that is hasn’t been a walk in the park. Now he understands why people wish for a quick and painful death. Charlie doesn’t ask whether it hurt and Boone is quite thankful for it. Because well, yes, it had hurt. Just a bit, you know.
“It just... you don’t show it.”
“I think I had a bit of practice regarding how not to show things when I was alive.”
Like, you can’t show your sister that you love her or your clients that you couldn’t care less about their wedding that you’re supposed to plan.
“Did you?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t advise anyone to follow my example, though.”
He hates the way the wood doesn’t feel real under his hands. It feels like plastic or something and it’s not cold nor warm nor rough. The disadvantages of being dead, he muses. You can’t feel anything that is alive, or not most of the times.
He doesn’t move when Charlie’s hand ends up covering his. It’s warm, like real skin, and this fact that between them, there’s really no difference because from dead to dead, it feels like they were still alive should make him unsettled, but at this point it really doesn’t.
Their fingers interlace; he lets it happen and just gives Charlie’s hand a light squeeze. He can’t blame Charlie for feeling even more down since, well, it moved and whatnot. Especially because Claire hasn’t shown up anywhere, not even between them, and no one can explain it.
“Regarding how I do it, there’s just one thing I could say.”
“What?”
“Just... let it go and think of this as another life. Even if it isn’t. I haven’t found a better way.”
“It isn’t right.”
“I know. But what is?”
Charlie nods and sighs, his hand staying where it is. Boone doesn’t move, either.
End.
Title: Perfect
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jack/Boone
Words: 500
Summary: His lips slightly turn up into a small smile when he closes his eyes and everything he feels is the beating of Jack’s heart and the feeling of Jack’s warm skin against his chest.
Spoilers: through ... In Translation.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. Boone isn't either but I'd like to lay a claim on him, since you know, they don't care.
A/N: using for
un_love_you #14, I'm awake and you're breathing. Because I have a OTP, damn it. This is more or less descriptive rambling but well, I took the prompt to the letter. Title stolen from Smashing Pumpkins really.The caves are cool and the blanket under his back feels as comfortable as it can get. His shirt lies in some corner, as Jack’s is in the opposite one. There’s just the faintest breeze, but it’s enough to send the skin on his arms into goosebumps, if only because he’s still a bit sweaty. He just turns and settles better against Jack’s back, not being able to avoid smiling when he thinks about how one hour ago he wasn’t really feeling cold. Not at all.
His hands go to Jack’s arm; he traces the tattoos there lightly, with the tip of his fingers, careful not to wake him up; hey, it’s the first time in a week he actually sees the man sleeping, he won’t try to change the situation. True, he’s out cold and it’s probably also exhaustion; Boone doubts that he would get so tired just because of, well, their small business of one hour before, but then again, point is that he wants to be careful with what he’s doing.
Boone thinks he has a thing for Jack’s arms; oh, he really has, so strong, long and lean, and those hands that he has another thing for. The tattoos are just a perfect touch. Or at least, tattoos always were suited to Boone’s taste anyway even if he never got one. He probably has that thing for Jack’s arms since he had felt them close around his waist while he could have sworn he was going to drown in that ocean, no thanks to his lifeguard license. He still can’t get how could he manage to be such an asshole to Jack that day, but then again, everyone makes mistakes and spending his life with Shannon was bound to have negative effects. Especially when you have started to crush on the guy after making a fool of yourself in front of him because of pens, but that’s something Boone would rather forget if he can help it.
Jack’s breathing is steady and regular, Boone can’t help sneaking a hand behind his arm and letting his fingers trace lightly his chest, even if he can’t see it; he doesn’t repress a shiver when they end over Jack’s heart. He thinks he just won’t be able to get any sleep, now when he can spend time remembering the way Jack’s lips were warm over his or the way those oh-so-beautiful hands touched pretty much every inch of his skin that night. Or how those arms had held him (again, yes, but no comparison to the first time) while his body was literally on fire. No, he won’t sleep, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t even need to see Jack’s face while he just gets as close as he can and presses a light kiss on one of his shoulders. His lips slightly turn up into a small smile when he closes his eyes and everything he feels is the beating of Jack’s heart and the feeling of Jack’s warm skin against his chest.
End.
