Chapter 3 –

a/n Again, I try but it has been a while since I read the book (must re-read!) so there may be out of character moments. But there's a lovely fresh batch of lemons to take your mind off that. And when life gives you lemons...

Ralph managed to avoid exchanging more than a few brief words with Jack in the days after their encounter.
Sometimes when he lay trying to sleep at night his thoughts would turn lustfully back to what had occurred between the two of them.
I don't want it, he told himself. I don't.

That night, they all sat around a fire they had built on the beach. The littluns were telling scary stories, trying to frighten each other. Most of them were getting pretty spooked, but for Ralph and Jack, the whole affair was pretty dull. They were too old to be scared by, or even interested, in the stories that most of the littluns had to tell.

Despite his reservations, Ralph found himself walking around the fire from his place next to Piggy – who was too engrossed in making sure the littluns behaved to pay any attention to talking to Ralph – towards Jack.

It's just because I'm so bored and he's the only person around here I can actually talk to, he thought.

"Hey" he said tentatively as he approached the rock that Jack was sitting on. It was big enough to make a convenient seat, but was only about 2 feet high, so Jacks knees were pointing upward and he was easily able to talk to the others without having to lean down.

Jack didn't say anything but simply motioned downwards in front of him in a "sit" motion.
Obeying, Ralph sat down on the dry sand between Jack's legs, his back to him.

"Hey," Jack whispered after a few moments of silence. "I found this washed up ashore the other day. Must have been from the boat."
Ralph heard a sloshing sound and turned around to see Jack holding a glass bottle, two thirds full of amber liquid.
"What is it?" he asked innocently.
"I think its whiskey," Jack replied, handing the bottle to Ralph. "Want some?".
Shrugging, Ralph took the bottle and took a big swig. He swallowed and then coughed loudly, his throat feeling scorched.
After a couple of minutes, it settled down and he felt a pleasant warmness in the pit of stomach so he took another drink.
He passed it back to Jack who took a drink himself.

They passed the bottle back and forth taking sips as they watched the littluns talk and fight around the campfire as Piggy tried to control them.

By and by, Ralph began to feel very lightheaded and merry.
"Hey, move up here with me" Jack said to him, scooting back on the rock a little.

Feeling more than a little dopey, Ralph got up and sat on the rock in front of Jack as Jack moved backwards and spread his legs out further to make room for him. The feeling of Jacks warm body pressed against his back actually felt kind of nice and he didn't even mind when the other boy wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Jack," he said, grinning at him "You're a dick".
"Ralph." he replied. "You're drunk"
"But I love you anyway", he mumbled, turning around and planting a clumsy kiss on Jack's cheek.

Jack glanced around quickly. Nobody was looking at them. They either hadn't noticed Ralph kiss him, or just didn't care. He supposed they were mostly too young and naive to know what was going on.
He slid his hand under Ralphs' rump and rested it between his legs, so that his fingers were grasping his butt and his thumb was pressing just half an inch below his sack.
Ralph giggled. "Don't...we'll get caught."
"Don't be such a pessimist." Jack scolded, rubbing his thumb against Ralph's chode.
"You want to have sex in front of 50 other people and not get noticed? There's a thin line between optimism and Pollyanna." Ralph replied, pressing himself harder against Jack's hand, despite himself.
"You're incorrigible", Jack said, squeezing his ass gently.
"I'm realistic," Ralph said, turning his head around and sticking his tongue out at Jack, teasingly.
"And I'm an optimist – an indefatigable optimist."
"Indefatigable, huh?"
"Indefatigable." Jack confirmed, nodding.
Ralphed laugh, his head spinning, not unpleasantly, from a combination of the alcohol and what Jack was doing to him.
"So you never get tired, huh?"
"Never."
"I think we can test that theory out..." Ralph teased; pushing himself down until Jacks thumb and forefinger were pressing against his balls, and rubbed himself against them, moaning quietly.

Jack moved his other hand down the front of Ralphs' shorts and wrapped his fingers' around his erect shaft, squeezing softly.
"Mmm" Ralph groaned, closing his eyes and smiling.
Jack moved the first hand back again towards Ralphs rump and shoved two fingers up his hole, roughly.
Ralph cried out loud in a combination of shock, pleasure and pain.
His legs shout out, frontwards, flinging sand up into the air. It rained over him and Jack.
"Hey, you got me all sandy!"
"That's dandy" Ralph replied, wondering why he kept babbling.
"Hilarious."
"I'm a poet and I don't know it." he said, and then added: "My feet show it". Stop it; he'll think you're an idiot!

Jack pulled him up, closer to him and Ralph relaxed, melting back against the boys' warm torso as Jack continued moving his hand up and down Ralphs' erection, pre-cum from Ralph dripping down and lubricating his penis, making Jacks hand glide up and down more smoothly.
"If we keep this up, my shorts are gonna be ruined" Ralph laughed.
"Then you'd have to walk around naked all the time"
"Mmm, bet you'd hate that"

On the other side of the fire, Piggy stood up, holding the conch high above his head, signalling that everyone was to be quiet and listen; it was his turn to speak.
The littluns ignored him at first but after being told again, a little more sharply, to be quiet, they stopped messing around and sat around the fire in silence, faces turned towards the older boy.

Meanwhile, Jack continued to work Ralph, jerking him slowly with one hand, whilst the fingers of his other probed inside him.
The combined action was driving Ralph crazy and he uttered a low, guttural moan.
A few of the littluns sitting closer by, turned their heads, looking at him quizzically for a second before turning back to listen to Piggy tell them about everybody's responsibilities for the next day.

"Jack...they'll hear us," He whispered into the other boys' ear.
"Well, you're just gonna have to control yourself and keep quiet, then, aren't you" Jack replied, inserting a third finger into Ralph while simultaneously rubbing his thumb over the slit of his dick.
"Oh, Jesus, Jack." He bit down on his lip to suppress the loud moan he felt welling up inside his chest.
He felt sweat beginning to trickle down his body.

Ralph felt an orgasm start to build up inside of himself at the movement of Jack's hands and wondered how the hell he was going to keep quiet. He already felt as though he were going to scream.
He tried to listen to the monotonous droning of Piggy's lecture to distract himself from the intense pleasure building in his groin, but to no avail.

Jacks fingers pushed in as far as they would go and stayed there while he began to jerk Ralph faster and faster and Ralph groaned "Oh, God, JACK!" as his sperm erupted over Jack's hand and into his shorts.
He relaxed, leaning back onto Jack, sleepily, breathing heavily and sweating profusely in his post-orgasmic state.

Piggy glared at him across the sand and half the littluns were looking at Jack and himself also, but he was too tired to care.
With that, Piggy put down the conch and called an end to the meeting, he and the younger boys wondering off in small groups to go to bed.

Ralph stood up, too, but swayed drunkenly and stumbled backwards, falling against Jack, who put his arms out and held up the smaller boy.
Laughing he said "C'mon, this way" and lead Ralph over to a nearby empty shelter they had built for sleeping in.
There was nobody else in their so he lay Ralph down on the soft leaves inside and whispered "Goodnight".
He stood there for a moment, watching Ralph drift off into sleep before kissing him on the forehead and leaving to retire for the night himself.

a/n Hope you all enjoyed a nice tasty glass of lemonade! ;).