hackthis_archive | Lost - Boone/Jack

The word of the day is frustrated -- as in I'm fucking frustrated that I can't find my TA file, and I can't find my copies of Global Frequency, and at one point I started muttering random Maroon 5 lyrics, which has not happened before, and I'm not taking it as a good sign... Anyroad. Many moons ago,

happyminion and I discussed the unrequited Boone/Jack and how Boone would obviously have to go jerk off to get over his frustration.... the rest of this just happened.

Lost
Son of a Preacher Man

When the plane first crashed, Boone thought he had died and gone to hell, but he can't imagine that hell would have anyone like Jack in it. Jack’s tall and strong and capable, and he’s got these long fingers that Boone can imagine pressing down on the back of his neck and wrapping around his dick. Boone’s heart races at the thought of Jack fucking him and touching him and knowing all the right angles to hit –- but that would just be so wrong. And maybe Boone really is in hell because Jack doesn't even know he's alive unless he wants stupid pens, so at night Boone sneaks away from the camp he's set up with Shannon and he jerks off about fifty meters down the beach from everyone else, because he doesn’t know what else to do.

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Boone and Shannon have an aunt in Macon, Georgia named Ruthie. She's their father's younger sister and for as long as Boone can remember he and Shannon have spent every summer down in Macon ‘getting some real air’ and ‘listening to the word of the Lord.’ Aunt Ruthie is a very devout Christian, and every Sunday she drags Boone and Shannon to church to ‘drive out the devils’ that might catch them living in the city amongst all that sin.

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It rains almost every other day on the island, which kind of sucks as far as keeping anything dry, but it works really well for staying clean and washing away any sort of contamination that might occur near the camp. Boone likes the rain because it washes away his sins. He can go and masturbate to his heart’s content and know that even if he’s going to burn in hell at least his sins on earth can be washed away. He knows it’s a sin for him to touch himself the way he does, but surely it’s a smaller sin for him to touch himself than it is for him to be touched by someone else.

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Boone was eleven the summer that Aunt Ruthie caught him playing ‘You Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine’ with Davey Peterson down by the riverbank. Shannon was having a ‘beauty day’ with the Coty lipstick Boone had bought her at the General Store to keep her out of his hair, and Boone will never forget how long Davey Peterson’s eyelashes were or how loudly Aunt Ruthie yelled when she caught them with their pants down and staring at each other. It didn’t matter that they were just kids, Aunt Ruthie dragged Boone all the way back to her house by his left ear; and he will never forget all the horrible things she said would happen to him if he ever did something like that with another boy again.

Boone’s philanthropic streak was born that summer at the church’s yard sale, and he’s been volunteering ever since: recycling, Greenpeace, helping the homeless, AIDS hospices and candy striping.

Maybe if he’s very good, he can make up for all the bad thoughts he can’t stop having.

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Boone is going to hell.

The sound of his jeans being unzipped is the trumpet call at the gates of hell and the discomfort of his swollen dick is the pain he will endure on the fiery wheel that will be his home. With every bitten-off pant that escapes his lips and every jerk of his fist over the skin of his dick, he is ensuring that he will burn in hell for all eternity because what he’s doing is wrong. Every furtive too-long glance at Jack and every time Boone’s heart stutters in his chest because Jack has smiled at him or acknowledged his efforts will be a lash with the whip, and each night that he sneaks away from Shannon because he needs to do this, is another eternity that he will pay for his crimes, because this is wrong, and Boone can’t help but be any other way.

When he creeps back to their camp and crawls in next to Shannon, she says, “If you like him, you should just say something.” But Boone pretends like he’s already asleep, because Shannon doesn’t understand.

She’s not the one going to hell.

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Notes: Am I the only person who recognizes that Boone must be named after Boone's Special Brew, or as it's more commonly referred to: Two-Buck Chuck!

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