Saucy Saturdays
Summary: In which stuff happens.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Flies.
Warning: Saucy things.
A/N: I dunno where exactly I was going with this, but I guess I'll make saucy saturdays a thing? I know that today isn't a saturday, but it is in the fic so hush. Thank you for reading, though!
Jack wasn't even entirely sure how they'd gotten themselves into this predicament, but it was a little late to turn back now. It had just been a normal saturday, his parents were gone and as always there was someone over, but somehow, something had been different. But what? The nails digging into his back pulled him from his thoughts as his gaze focused back on him, watching as his head tilted back, humming a little as he leaned forward to press kisses along his throat. Roger's breath hitched as Jack thrust in, biting his lip hard as he tried to keep quiet. It was a task made slightly impossible, however, as he pulled back to thrust in again and again and again. It wasn't as if there was anyone there to scold them, so it hardly mattered anyway. Jack smirked against the skin of his neck as Roger moaned beneath him, feeling the sound vibrate against his lips. He let one hand roam over the soft expanse of his exposed skin slowly, earning a delicious low groan in response, Roger's back arching slowly to follow the touch. "Jack," he breathed, voice thick as he pulled him closer. Jack nipped at his neck, grinning a little as he looked up. "Roger."
"Touch me." he commanded.
A/N: Suggest pairings maybe? I dunno, throw stuff out there and I'll try and make something worth reading, and also longer than this.