Wishing For More - Lord of the Flies (Jalph)

Breaking Hearts

NORMAL TIME:

Ralph woke up, shivering, his lips blue with cold, his eyes hazy with the grip of sleep. Sometime in the night, the duvet had fallen off the bed, but, more noticeably, there was the blatant lack of Jack. Clearing his throat and flicking his fringe to his side, the brunette-blonde pushed himself up, wincing as the daylight filtered through and set fire to his pupils. "Jaack?" He groaned, bending down to heave the duvet back up, but not before realizing he had fallen asleep completely naked. He had slept with Jack naked. Sure, all they had done was sleep, but it was progress all the same. Slowly the night before sank back into his mind and he felt the heat in his cheeks as he remembered his words. He had been so close. So close to giving Jack everything. Then he had ripped it all away. Ralph could imagine the heartbreak in the redhead's eyes. Then, sleeping naked next to him must have taunted Jack more than either would have been willing to admit.
"Morning, bitch." Jack swung into the room, fully dressed, "I slept in another room."
"Ja-"
"No excuses." The redhead's skin was still flushed from the night before, but their was a muted anger shining in his eyes.
"I shouldn't have-"
"I knew you weren't ready." His voice seemed gruffer than normal too.
"Are you angry with me, Jack?" Ralph shifted, pulling the covers over himself so that Jack could tear his gaze upwards and meet his eyes.
"I'm not-" Jack stopped the lie and approached the situation with a different attitude, "I'm upset. Upset that I really thought you were ready. Upset that I let myself believe you. Upset that you stabbed me in the back at the worst moment and didn't even have the decency to finish me off! Look, I know you're only just coming to terms with being gay and being in a relationship that actually has potential to involve physical contact, and I accept that, and I'd wait for you forever, but that was complete torture! You even refused my request for you to put clothes on. Do you know what the sight of you IN clothing does to me?"
"Ja-"
"It already drives me crazy - and having you so close and being so intimate and then you pulling away it was... It was just like last time."

~
FLASHBACK:

"Is that a spear in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Jack walked over to his prisoner, glad for the dim light concealing his blush. He had to keep up his pretenses.
"Oh Jack! I don't know what's happening. I just woke up and... Well! I'm not sure what to do!" Ralph struggled against the creepers that had him bound to the wall, his own gaze dropping to the bulge barely concealed by the thin sheet of material covering his manhood.
"You're going through puberty, it's natural." The redhead's smile tilted upwards slightly as he stepped closer to the other.
"What do I do? How do I get it to go away? The pain... Oh.. Jack... It's too much.. I c-can't..."
"If I untie you and show you what to do will you please not run off?"
"I don't think I could if I tried," The blonde admitted, writhing as the ache of down below worsened. Jack nodded and stepped forwards, getting close enough that he could untie Ralph. Close enough that Ralph's hardened member pressed against his thigh. Red flushed across his cheeks and, slashing at the ties, Jack dived back. Ralph's wary gaze followed the redhead.
"Okay. So. You have to grab it."
"Grab it?"
"Naked works better."
"I'm not getting naked in front of you Jack."
"Right. Of course. But, it's happened before."
"Not again. I've grown since then."
"Grown as in...?" Jack blushed and Ralph dropped his gaze. "Alright. So. Stick your hand under your... Loincloth, and grab it."
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Like I said-"
"Naked works better, I know."
"Go ahead." Ralph nodded and slipped his hand under the cloth, his cold hands sending a thrill through him, his mouth opening in surprise.
"That feels good Jack. Real good."
"Now rub."
"Rub?"
"Rub. Stroke. Jerk. Pull. Touch."
The blonde nodded and Jack could tell by the way ecstasy shot up in his eyes that he was obeying his command. The redhead stepped forwards, captured by the lust in Ralph's gaze.
"It's better if you can get someone else to do it for you." Ralph's breath hitched at Jack's words and he pulled away, pulling his hand back, it glistening with pre-cum, "I'm not suggesting! Unless...?" Ralph replaced his hand onto his own member, speechless as he began to thrust faster and harder.
"J-jack! It f-feels. Fuck. J-JACK! S-so! Fuck! GOOD!" Jack truly couldn't tear his gaze away. Ralph was jerking himself off and screaming HIS name. Not anyone else's. His. If Ralph had made the transition into puberty before he arrived on the island, the blonde would have realized how suggestive the actions was. "Fu- JACK! Oh- Jack!" The green eyes of his golden-boy were dark with everything Jack couldn't resist. Heat. Desire. Lust. Need. Want. Jack couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Every part of him was begging for him to close the distance between them and take over Ralph's movements himself. Every part. Every thought. Every lust. Every need. Ralph splattered his release onto the stone floor, throat dry, trembling.
"H-h-how... Oft-often-"
"How often does that happen? Depends how horny you are. What your secret desires are. What your turns on are."
"Turn ons?"
"What pleases your sexual desires." Jack grinned wickedly. "I can help you next time. It's way better that way."
"I don't need you too."
"I'm trying to be your friend!"
"You're making me owe you a favour!"
"Believe me, if you let me help you, you wouldn't owe ME anything." Jack crossed his legs to hide his own rising boner. "I'd get just as much pleasure. Maybe more!"
"Fuck! Jack! Fucking leave me alone!"
The redhead went quiet, his eyes unreadable as he pulled away, but not before dragging his feet through Ralph's seed and reveling in it's feel. "I just wanted to help." The blonde suddenly paused.
"J-Jack.. It's... The ache.. It's swelling again..."
"That was quick." The redhead smirked, "Something must be turning you on."
"Well- ah- fuck off Jack! I'll sort myself out!"
"You sure?"
"Fu- Jack! Fuck. Jack! Ah-"
"You're language is surprisingly vulgar for a 12 year old."
"I had bad parents!" Ralph snapped, lowering his sticky hand to rest on his increasing rise. Hell. That turned Jack on.
"Fine! Help yourself!"
"Fuck off!"
The redhead span, faster than he would have thought possible and ran, leaving a trail of sticky footprints. Shame and embarrassment burning him through.

~
NORMAL TIME:

"I thought you were being cruel!" Ralph snapped.
"I was trying to help!"
"You made out like you were doing a favour for me, not the other way round!"
"You would have said no either way!"
"I hated you!"
"I know! I was trying to be friends!"
"Why?"
"I loved you!"
"Maybe you should have made that more clear!"
"I thought I did!"
"Jack, look - I'm sorry I didn't pick up on it sooner!"
"That's not the point! The point is you keep turning me down!"
"Why do you blame me for that?" The blonde demanded.
"I don't! I'm just... Just."
"Just what?" The blonde pushed himself up, revealing his whole body before pulling on a pair of discarded boxers, which, just so happened, to be Jack's.
"You saw me as a murderer!"
"I still do!"
Jack froze, his jaw hardening.
"Wai- no- Jack- I didn't mean- not like - Jack!" The last word was shouted as the redhead stormed out the room. "Jack! Plea- Jack!"