Title: Office Romance
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Summery: Sawyer has a surprise for Jack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For gemjam. You ask, I deliever. I hope this was what you had in mind. :)



“Knock, knock.”

As Sawyer had predicted, Jack was sitting behind his desk under and oppressive mountain of paper work and patients’ charts. He looked miserable and exhausted and it wasn’t even noon yet.

“Sawyer?” He allowed the piece of paper he was holding to flutter back down to the desk as he stared, confused at Sawyer, who, for some reason, was only half way in the door.

“You hungry, Doc?” Sawyer ignored Jack’s question entirely, but Jack found an answer in his playful, mischievous smile. Jack was suddenly worried for an entirely different reason.

On his best day he could maybe put up fifteen minutes of fight against Sawyer’s affinity for having sex in highly inappropriate places (though he had managed to get in twenty minutes at the movie theatre before Sawyer put his tongue in his ear and he cracked like an egg). It really figured, at the most inappropriate place of all, where he worked, that he was too exhausted to last even five minutes.

“What?” Jack asked, dropping his pen to the desk and leaning back against his chair, trying to crack his back. Sawyer smirked at him triumphantly, as if he took some sot of pleasure in confusing the hell out of Jack (which he probably did).

“I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet.”

“I had a chocolate bar from the vending machine,” Jack defended uselessly.

Sawyer just rolled his eyes and continued, “And I for one am starving. Which is why I brought this.” Sawyer entered Jack’s office, closing the door behind him and holding up a brown paper bag. Jack instantly recognized the logo of his favorite Chinese food restaurant.

“You brought take out?” He stared at the bag and suddenly his hunger caught up with him and his stomach threatened to growl at him. Just thinking of it made him feel warm and full.

“Yep,” Sawyer replied proudly. “Thought we could have a picnic.”

Jack stared at Sawyer with a mixture of awe and affection that he normally wouldn’t tolerate, that he would look away from. Like direct sunlight, it seemed to burn him to look for too long. But this time he soaked it up like sunlight, smiling.

“Okay,” Jack agreed, pushing aside his work. “Pull up a chair.”

Sawyer made a face at him. “What kinda sorry-ass picnic is that? Hell, we might as well be at the dinner table.”

“Then what do you suggest?”

He watched with curious interest as Sawyer took a seat on the carpet and began to pull out containers of food, spreading them out like a buffet.

“I suggest you get your ass down here,” he replied. Jack had to laugh before pushing his chair back and carefully joining Sawyer on the floor.

“Here,” Sawyer said, handing Jack a box of fried rice and a smaller one of orange chicken.

“Drinks?” Jack asked. Sawyer pulled the bag over and produced a beer from it.

“Sawyer,” he warned.

“Relax cowboy, that’s for me.” He pulled a bottle of water from the bag and handed it to Jack. “That’s for you.”

“Thanks,” Jack replied, removing the cap and taking a drink. Sawyer unscrewed the cap of his beer and took an even longer drink.

“Any new cases?” Jack knew right away Sawyer wasn’t making small talk, that he wanted to know how much longer Jack was going to be. Why he didn’t just ask that was still a mystery. Jack was glad that after months and months of being together, he had learned to speak Sawyer’s language.

“No.” Jack shook his head, reaching over and taking a bite of Sawyer’s egg roll. “Slow week.”

Sawyer nodded slowly. He didn’t want to be bitter that this was the most he’d seen Jack in three days, but he couldn’t help it. Some days he wanted to ask Jack to quit, but then he felt guilty because he knew Jack probably would. For as much as Sawyer hated Jack’s job and how it kept them apart, Jack hated it more.

“You’ve got some sauce on your face,” Sawyer noticed when he looked up. He wanted to make a joke, but, for the first time in a very long time, he couldn’t think of one.

“Huh?” Jack asked, touching the wrong side of his face. Sawyer laughed and reached out, wiping it away from the corner of Jack’s mouth for him. For half a second, Jack’s eyes closed and a small shudder ran through him. Apparently, after three days of falling into bed once he got home, and almost always leaving before Sawyer got up, even the smallest intimate touch had the ability to get to him.

Sawyer had to smirk, triumphant once more, and just couldn’t stop himself from licking the sauce away from his finger.

Less than a second later he found himself flat on his back with Jack between his legs, kissing him insistently. His hand worked it’s way up Sawyer’s side and into his hair, tugging lightly.

“Thought you were hungry,” Sawyer said with a small laugh when they broke apart. Breathing was getting harder, and not just because Jack was laying on top of his chest.

“I am,” Jack replied, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. Sawyer would have laughed again, had Jack’s tongue not been in the way.