Word Count: 319
Rated NC17: Warning for slash-sex
A/N: For yesterday's Luau Queen haldoor who requested Poetry - ie: limericks, haiku. The really bad (purposefully bad) limerick is mine, but the lovely haiku belongs to jenthegypsy who so graciously offered her talents when I
"Hickory dickory dock
Sayid has a really big cock
I love every bit
For me a good fit
Whenever he's hard as a rock."
"James?" Sayid stilled for a moment, then almost absentmindedly removed his index finger from the tight ring of flesh that gripped it.
"Yeah?" Came the muffled reply, really more of a small gasp.
"What on earth was that?"
"What? You mean the poetry?"
Sayid raised a brow, despite the fact that Sawyer's face was still burrowed into a pillow, and hence his expression went unappreciated.
"Poetry? Are you certain?"
Sawyer's head swiveled at the comment, his neck at it's furthest straining point as he attempted to look at Sayid without moving his body. His scowl was partly in offended response to the affront to his poetic abilities, but mostly because Sayid had stopped his oh-so tantalizing preparations.
"Yeah. Poetry. Thought it might be... you know... romantic." The last was muffled into the pillow once more. Sawyer could have been stifling a laugh. Sayid wasn't sure.
A long thoughtful pause later, Sayid gripped Sawyer's thighs just above the point where his own straddled, muscle melding with muscle. Dark fingers smoothed upwards over lighter skin, thumbs tracing and pulling gently at the line bisecting Sawyer's buttocks on the way.
While his hands came to rest at the top of lean hips the journey upward continued, the warm wet tongue gliding along Sawyer's spine taking over the job with slow, graceful fluidity. The move accomplished it's intended results, to finish with Sayid's mouth against Sawyer's ear, and his cock nestled between his cheeks, awaiting more with slicked impatience.
"Golden skin. Eyes colored
like the sea. You are all that
saves me from myself."
"What was that?"
The beginnings of a pillowed laugh turned to a muffled groan with the pressure... the giving way... the slow slide in.
"God damn, bless you."