Title: Space
Rating: PG-13, language
Summary: The first time Jack spent the night at Sawyer’s apartment, he rolled Jack right out of the bed. Jack knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but when his face hit the carpet, it was kind of hard to remember that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: This is an old story I wrote months ago that I found on my computer today, messed with a bit, and decided, what the hell? We could all use some harmless fluff, right? I know I could :)



They didn’t live together. Not yet. Sawyer had said having a real relationship was new to him, he needed his space, and he was sure that Jack did too. Jack had agreed, however his downcast expression left little doubt in Sawyer’s mind as to how he really felt. He said that it was okay, that Sawyer wasn’t ready, but his eyes reflected only hurt and disappointment.

Sawyer’d had to push that away, to allow himself to be okay with moveing at his own pace rather than speeding up just to make Jack happy. He hated hurting Jack, it made him sick, but he knew that if they moved too fast, he would screw things up. It was what he did, it was in his nature. His relationship with Jack was something he was not willing to screw up, so they both got their own apartments, and eventually, Jack got used to moving slowly.

However, there were still the occasional bumps along the way.

The first time Jack spent the night at Sawyer’s apartment, he rolled Jack right out of the bed. Jack knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but when his face hit the carpet, it was kind of hard to remember that.

“Fuck,” he muttered, tired and irritated. Sitting up slowly, he squinted in the dark to see Sawyer sprawled out on his stomach across the whole Queen-sized bed.

He hadn’t even woken up. He had rolled Jack’s whole fucking body out of the bed without even noticing. Annoyed, tired, and possibly even a little hurt, Jack poked Sawyer’s arm violently. He grumbled but didn’t open his eyes, didn’t wake up. So Jack did it again.

Sawyer’s eyes drifted open slowly and he squinted at Jack. “Hey,” he said, his voice thick, groggy. “What’re you doin’ on the floor?”

“I was just asking myself the same thing,” Jack grumbled back.

“You fall?” Sawyer asked, sitting up and turning on the light. The sudden brightness stung both of their eyes, but as soon as he’d adjusted, Jack glared up at Sawyer.

“More like I was pushed,” he replied tersely.

“What?”

“You rolled me out of your bed, Sawyer,” Jack snapped.

Sawyer squinted at him, confused, before shrugging and leaning back against the headboard. He looked drowsy, but not much else. The apology Jack had expected never came, which only made him glare at Sawyer harder.

“You’re actin’ like I shoved you out with both hands and my eyes wide open,” Sawyer said, defensively, put out by Jack’s anger. They stayed at Jack’s place more often then not, so Sawyer wasn’t exactly used to having another person in his bed. He knew it wasn’t his fault, but Jack’s big brown hurt-puppy eyes still insisted on making him feel guilty about it.

Jack sighed. He knew he was being overly sensitive (though he thought that being rolled out of your boyfriend’s bed surely must warrant a certain level of sensitivity), but he’d be damned if he was going to be the one apologizing.

“Will you stop pouting,” Sawyer said, throwing back the blankets, an obvious command for Jack to get back in the bed. Jack stubbornly ignored it, and Sawyer sighed. “I didn’t mean to. Guess I’m just used to hogging my bed is all.” Jack continued to look up at him like he was afraid that if he got back into the bed he’d just be back on the floor an hour later.

“Get back in bed, Jack,” Sawyer asked, scooting over until he was in the middle and laying back down with a yawn. Jack didn’t move at first, but Sawyer was patient.

With another sigh, Jack lifted himself up off of the floor and back into bed. Sawyer smiled and fit his body against Jack’s, half on top of him even. Jack reached over and turned off the light, settling back into the warm bed, against Sawyer’s warm body.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Sawyer said against the side of his neck. “the next time we stay at your place, you can push me outta bed.”

Jack laughed and finally allowed his eyes to slip closed once more. “I’ll keep that in mind.”