LOTF One Shots

Roger x Jack (Lemon)

Ralph furrowed his brow, examining the makeshift map of their island haven. "We need organization, guys. We can't just..."

"Organization? More like dictatorship!" Roger interrupted, frustration evident in his voice.

"Yeah! I'm sick of Ralph acting like he's in charge of everything," Jack added, his tone echoing agreement.

Henry, Bill, and Maurice nodded in solidarity, with Maurice throwing in a sarcastic quip, "Maybe we should all vote on our next move, eh?"

Before Ralph could defend his ideas, Jack seized the moment. "Enough talk. Let's do something useful. I saw a pig earlier. Let's hunt it down!"

"Hunt! Hunt! Hunt the pig!" chanted the group, as they eagerly followed Jack into the woods, leaving Ralph and his own small team by themselves.

As the group maneuvered through the dense forest, they all kept keen ears and their spears in hand. Bill jumped at the sound of their footsteps, aiming his spear at Henry, who raised his spear in return. The two argued, their bickering quieted by Maurice speaking up.

"Do you hear that? Over there, in the bushes?" Maurice lifted his spear towards the area, followed by nods from the others. Henry sprinted off towards the sound, followed by the other two, which left Roger and Jack behind.

Jack moved to follow the disappearing figures of Henry, Bill, and Maurice, but a firm grip on his arm yanked him back. It was Roger, his eyes reflecting an intensity that went beyond the urgency of the hunt. With a thud, their spears hit the ground, forgotten in the heat of the moment. The forest floor welcomed them as they fell, entangled in a strange dance of conflicting desires.

For a lingering moment, their eyes locked, the intensity between them hanging thick in the air. It was a gaze that spoke of more than the chaos of the island; it hinted at a connection that transcended the primal pursuits surrounding them. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant echoes of the hunting party.

Then, Roger shattered the tension with a provocative remark. "Fuck romance, just kiss me." The unexpected twist hung in the air, leaving Jack in silence for a moment before he firmly grabbed Roger's face. Roger gripped onto Jack, as they sped into a firm kiss.

Jack soon pulled back for air, only a soft breath escaping Roger's lips. The two stared at each other before Roger pulled Jack closer, pushing him down. Jack, not accepting being dominated, resisted, almost teasingly to Roger. He grabbed at Roger to move him, yet to no avail as Roger only tightened his grip on him.

Without any further thought behind it, Roger loosened his grip to begin unbuttoning Jack's shirt. Jack slowly started adjusting to this change, allowing Roger to continue, though reluctantly. Roger removes Jack's shirt, tossing it aside.

"Anything you want, Cheif?" Roger slowed down, lessening his weight on Jack. Jack immediately takes control, pushing Roger down before standing up. Roger stares up at him in silence, his eyes trailing downward. He looks back up at Jack, shifting onto his knees.

Jack slips off his pants and boxers, dropping them down beside him. He grips onto Roger's hair, pulling him forward. Roger scoffs, grabbing Jack's arm firmly, glaring up at him. He slowly releases him, holding onto his waist as he starts sucking on Jack's tip, slowly and teasingly. Jack faintly groans, grabbing Roger's hair again. This time, he doesn't stop him as he ignores it, taking more of Jack's member into his mouth.

Jack started quietly moaning, tilting his upward. Roger sped up, his grip tightening as his eyes closed. Jack held the back of Roger's head, breathing slightly heavier to keep quiet. Roger suddenly deep throats his member, causing Jack to let out a louder moan. He grumbles lowly, keeping a steady hold on Roger's head as he starts bucking his hips. Roger takes it easily, continuing as he slides his hands down.

"R.. Roger.." Jack mumbles in a breathy moan, pushing Roger's head down. Roger starts to struggle, though he hides it quickly. Jack pants heavily as he starts bucking faster, his eyes tightly shut. Roger keeps a steady pace, his hands firmly grasping the back of Jack's thighs.

"Roger..!" Jack's voice is hushed in a harsh whisper, his eyes opening as he lowers his head. Roger seems to grin around Jack's member, putting his all in. Jack shoves Roger's head into himself with a coarse moan, his grip tightening as he releases down Roger's throat.

Roger pulls away, swallowing as much as he could, the rest dripping down his chin. Jack panted softly, staring down at Roger, or at least what he could see of him in the dim moonlight. Roger sat down, looking up at Jack expectantly. Jack raised an eyebrow, teasingly acting like he didn't understand.

"Don't play these games, Cheif. You had your turn, now it's mine." Roger narrowed his eyes, grabbing Jack's arm to yank him to the ground. Jack grunted, giving Roger a strange look. The two sat in silence before Roger started undressing himself. Jack immediately stared at Roger, the light illuminating him perfectly. As soon as he stripped down and tossed his clothes aside, he pulled Jack closer.

Roger opened his mouth to speak, silenced by Jack suddenly pinning him down. Roger stayed quiet, just staring up at Jack. He teasingly trailed a single finger down Roger's body, though he had no reaction. Jack's eyes narrowed as he shifted himself down between Roger's legs.

Jack shifted Roger, adjusting their positions for a bit until they were both comfortable. He slowly licked over Roger's hole, a soft noise escaping his lips. Jack grinned, slipping his tongue inside with little resistance. He held onto Roger, pulling him slightly closer.

"Don't you tease me like this." Roger grumbled, grabbing Jack's hair harshly. Jack withdrew his tongue from him, quietly chuckling. "I guess I'll fuck you without prep then." Jack teased, lowering his head back down, before Roger spoke back up.

"Do it." He shifted himself back, glaring down at Jack. Jack looked at him in silence for a moment before getting on top of him. Roger rested his head on the grass, wrapping his arms around Jack's neck. Jack glanced down as he lined himself up, shifting his attention back to Roger.

Without any further warning, Jack slammed himself into him, Roger's body jerking yet he remains silent. Jack huffs at his lack of a reaction, gripping onto his shoulders as he harshly pounds into him. Roger barely winces at the pain, his eyes slowly closing. As Jack continued, the pleasure soon caught up with Roger. He had given up being quiet at this point, moaning out lowly as his grip on Jack tightened.

Roger wrapped his legs around Jack's waist as his noises started to grow louder. Jack stabilized himself, driving into Roger with a fully fueled force. Roger's body shook as  they continued on, Jack's breathing speeding up.

Jack slams hard against Roger's prostate, causing him to let out a loud noise: a squeal. Their fun is quickly interrupted by chanting as the others run towards the sound, stopping dead in their tracks at the sight before them. They all stare at each other in awkward silence, Maurice stumbling forward.

"I knew it!" Maurice bursts out into laughter, Bill glaring at him. Henry turns away, shielding his eyes. "You are definitely not the pig." He huffed, grabbing Bill and Maurice, dragging them away.

Jack and Roger looked back at each other, Jack immediately ramming back into him, a wild moan escaping Roger's lips.