Wishing For More - Lord of the Flies (Jalph)

Sweeter Side

NORMAL TIME:

Jack had never hated himself more as he ran blindly down the beach, his long legs eating up the distance and getting him further and further away from the brunette - blonde, whatever! Something as trivial as the colour of Ralph's hair seemed unimportant, he should have never let himself get involved with anyone! It had ended in disaster last time, and what was to say that this wouldn't too? Damn that stupid time on that bloody Island! Damn Ralph for being so bloody cute! Damn it all! He pushed himself further until all he could think and feel was the burning of his lungs and the pumping of his arms and legs as he cleared the course of the beach in a matter of minutes. The sky had begun to spit, turning quickly into torrential downpour, as quickly as British weather could manage. The rain drowned out his hate and his anger, leaving him emotionless as he slowly built up his walls. He wouldn't let anyone in. Not again. Not this time.
"Jack!" Ralph's voice made him spin around in surprise. There, pedaling on a bike through the sands, was the blonde. "Jack please!" He stumbled off the bike, throwing himself against Jack and locking him in a secure grip, "I didn't mean it like that!"
"How exactly did you mean it?" The redhead squirmed but his strength was nothing compared to the muscled male with the fascinating six pack.
"I still have nightmares Jack! Of the island! Of the blood! But I.. I don't blame that on you! Every night I see you sauntering closer to me, spear in your hand, ready to kill me! But that look in your eyes... I realize now that it is love and not hate!" Ralph's grip loosened as he spoke and that was all the taller one needed to break away, pulling back, the hurt visible on his freckled face,
"You think I don't? Bloody hell Ralph, my night's are filled with you being romantic and then you being covered in Simon's and Piggy's blood! It's quite a boner killer."
"Jack! Can you be serious, for one moment?"
"I spent the whole Island shipwreck being serious!"
"Jack." Ralph rolled his eyes on instinct, "Flirting with me the whole time is not being serious!"
"I can't help it - part of my charm, remember?" Hitting him in the stomach, Ralph ran his hand through his hair,
"You know I'm not good at this!"
"At what?"
"Admitting my feelings!"
"Oh yeah. I have to get you drunk to do that." Jack circled his long fingers around Ralph's wrists in a fond, tender gesture. Ralph made a noise of content. "Ralph! Did you... Did you just purr?"
"No!"
"You did!" Jack's face broke into a goofy grin.
"I didn't!" Ralph shivered, becoming aware of the rain creeping down his neck. Jack grinned even wider, pulling the smaller one against him.
"You look a bit... wet."
"Jack!" Ralph squawked, surprised.
"I'm sorry! I can't help myself!" Ralph stretched up onto his tiptoes, stealing the goofy grin right off of Jack's face by kissing him and planting it on his own. As he began to pull away, the redhead tangled a hand through the blondes hair, pulling Ralph back against himself and kissing the other deep enough to leave bruises. Ralph sighed, opening his mouth under the other's touch, allowing Jack's entry to his mouth. When it felt like he would explode from happiness and also lack of oxygen, the redhead pulled back, "You may not be experienced but you sure can kiss."
"Kissing in the rain is romantic!"
"That's why you kissed me? Because it's a grand gesture?"
"No. No. I kissed you because I love you."
"Sorry? I don't think I heard you over the sound of my beating heart."
"Jack!" Ralph groaned, "Don't make me say it again!"
"One day," Jack whispered, leaning in and burying his head in the crook of Ralph's neck, "I will," He kissed the crook, "Get you," He nipped the area gently, "To confess," he sucked against Ralph's neck, making the other moan, "Every," Nip, "Feeling," Nip, "Of," Nip, "Love." He sank his teeth into the blonde's warm neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough that Ralph made an interesting noise of shock. However, when Jack tried to pull back up, Ralph's hands were waiting to push his head back down again,
"I want more," he whispered and Jack obligingly began to flutter kisses up the stretch of the other's neck, dragging his teeth tenderly along the line of Ralph's jaw before claiming his lips with his own. Ralph trembled under Jack's mouth's explorations, whining as Jack pulled away with a grin,
"I really can turn you into a trembling mess, can't I?"
"Y-yes. You d-do se-seem to hav-have that affect on me."
"Ready to confess your love to me yet?"
"Al-almost," The look in Ralph's eyes was almost ruined by his stammer. Almost.
"Bloody hell, what do I have to do to get you to spill?"
"I've never been very good about talking about myself..."

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FLASHBACK:

"What about you then?" The tall choirboy looked over at his blonde haired companion as he sank his teeth into the pork of the pig he and his Hunters had killed.
"What do you mean?" Ralph questioned, picking at his own strip of pork with long, unkempt fingernails.
"What are your hobbies?" It was the night after the Ralph's release, and their was a dark stain on the floor. The food in Ralph's hands was the first he had gotten in days, and when Ralph had questioned why he was getting fed now, Jack's reply had been something along the lines off, 'Jerking off uses energy. Food gives you energy'.
"I.. I don't really have any." The blonde boy shrugged, and then his green eyes lit up with a memory, "Wait! I used to play the piano."
"When we get rescued, we should make music sometime. You could play and I could sing." Ralph hesitated before replying,
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"I really am trying to be your friend." Ralph huffed at this. "Really, I am!"
"Your a bully and a physcopath Merridew!"
"Why did you call me that?"
"What? A bully? A physcopath?"
"No. Merridew. You were the only one who called me Jack anymore."
"It seemed too personal."
"I kind of liked it."
"I don't do... Personal."
"Don't have any friends you confide in?"
"I keep to myself."
"Ah." Jack paused, "You really should eat that. Or I can get you fruit if you prefer..? The whole dick thing is only going to get worse as your hormones get stronger. You'll need the energy."
"Why don't you just kill me already?"
"What?"
"Well? Isn't that why I'm your prisoner?"
"No!" Jack's voice rose considerably, "You're here so no one else can hurt you!"
"Just let me go!"
"Is that really what you want?"
"Yes."
"I'd have to make a scene."
"Make one."
Jack nodded and strode away in silence.