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I try to open your mind, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to go through

TITLE: I try to open your mind, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to go through.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Flashfic. Pwp. Light violence. not consensual.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Boone Carlyle, John Locke Lone {}.
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Boone Carlyle / John Locke, Other Worlds.
SUMMARY: The island told Locke to do something.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 500 , with the word count.

I try to open your mind, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to go through

When Locke told him that he would discover new worlds if he had followed, would never have thought it possible that you would find lying like that on the fresh grass. Her legs were wide open because
-oh God-Locke wanted him obscenely open.
"John Locke ..."
or John Locke, or both, smiled at him and he found himself to groan as he tried to close her legs, unable to do so because that devil of a man he had tied to stakes. How successful was not yet understood.
One minute he was standing, to see the trap they had discovered in the dense forest, and the next he was lying on the ground, opened for him and Locke was watching him, or maybe it was watching the right word.
was there staring at him for several minutes and still had not done anything, had not touched, had not touched. Oh no, for heaven's sake, he had only observed, which annoyed him a lot.
"untie you?"
Locke denied moving his head only a few millimeters before smiling as if they were talking about how good it was the sun that morning and then did something that totally shocked Boone went down to him taking erection in his mouth completely.
began to pump it slowly as Boon bent his head and tugged the ropes that bound his hands.
"What the hell!"
He wanted to ask him to stop, reflect a moment on what he was doing, but it's damn-Locke- had just swirled the tip of the tongue, producing a delicious friction against his penis, which had caused shivers to the back.
"It 's the island that he asked me"
Boone did not try to understand his words had given up by now to understand what went into that man's head, and was surprised to moan asking more and when Locke returned to take care of his erection.
Boone contracted muscles, trying not to be instant: Locke and Boone was damn good wondered if, by chance, had not been a kind of escort and a director of a box. Box factory? It was the kind of blow jobs? Impossible.
"ss-Locke ... I am going to ..."
had to tell him right? Usually the girls with whom he was warned: they would not have the flavor of his semen on their precious language. Especially his sister, but Locke does not draw back. Swallowed up in the end all that Boone was able to give him and then he untied him and tried it in every way, to catch my breath.
still do not understand, Boone, Locke because he did such a thing but at that when well cared little. The most important thing was, in fact, trying to catch his breath as he felt his body tremble quell'orgasmo.
"The Island wants you to learn many other things Boone" Maybe
to fear for those who advocate words something he should not want, but it was not so strange because after that experience he found himself wanting to discover Locke knew what else to do.
"I will start calling you John, then"