Bedshaped by foxxcub (NC-17)

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Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Author on LJ: foxxcub
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:

I'm fascinated with Lost future fics. What will happen to the castaways -- a group of some of the most tortured, dysfunctional souls ever assembled -- when they return to the real world? Will whatever ties they've formed on the island be tossed aside? And what if we're talking about Jack and Sawyer, a fanon relationship so fraught with angst and denial that you just ache for both of them to let the other in.

Here foxxcub imagines them two years after being rescued; they've gone their separate ways, without a word in the meantime. And then, by chance, Jack sees Sawyer at a hotel bar. Will he just let Sawyer slip away again? I don't recall ever being so invested in a fic and whether it offered a ray of hope at the end.

Her writing is so haunting and her descriptions so gorgeous, as Jack tries to recall the scent and feel of the island, to try to return to what he and Sawyer had, if only for one night. One of my favorite Lost fics -- and one that stays with you for a long time.


They were completely alone here, in this tiny elevator. This space was their world, isolated from the real, from the existing. Jack squeezed his eyes tight and tried to conjure the smell of salt in his nose.

“I think I’m forgetting what it smelled like,” he whispered against Sawyer’s neck, his hands coming to rest at his waist. It made him sad to know everything could fade so quickly without him even realizing.

“You don’t forget somethin’ like that.” Sawyer was thrusting a little faster, and Jack could hear him panting. He felt him lick the spot right where his jaw line met his neck. “I thought I forgot, too, but I taste you and it’s there, in your skin. Fuckin’ everywhere on you.” He groaned softly, and Jack went so hard he almost fainted.

There was a ding and the doors slid open at Jack’s floor.

Bedshaped