Chapter 11
a/n Wow, I can't belive I have written eleven chapters, I had only planned to do 2 or 3 (of lemon/ PWP).
I love writing it, though, so you keep on reviewing and I'll keep on writing :).
1
It was night by the time the fire had finally burned itself out and they all returned, exhausted, to the island.
For a while they just lay on the beach resting, or drank water from the half-coconuts; but soon they began to gain energy and enthusiasm again for the journey ahead to The Other Island, and the littluns were running off to find the biggest branches and chunks of wood to build rafts out of.
They decided to work in groups and make smaller rafts, each to take two or three boys, figuring they would be more likely to be successful this way than if they tried to tie a massive number of things together to make one giant raft which was sure to fall apart within minutes.
Despite the sun beaming down from the sky, the day was cold and had a foggy and overcast atmosphere because of the falling ash from the burnt trees and the smog still present in the air, the entire island reeking of charred wood - among other unpleasant smells Ralph could not indentify (and wasn't sure he wanted to).
"Since we are the oldest..." said Simon to he and Jack as they used vines and leaves to tie together the least badly burned wood they could find. Most of the stuff they had used to build the shelters was on the beach and had thankfully escaped the flames; otherwise they would have had to try to float on the cinder-like stumps that remained of the rest of the island foliage. "...Perhaps we should each take separate rafts, take a few littluns each."
"Impossible," Jack told him impatiently, annoyed at being told what to do. He was in charge. "The littluns outnumber us ten-to-one. Ralph and I are the oldest, so we will share the best raft. The rest of you split into groups of 3 or 4."
Ralph stepped closer to the other boys. He snaked one arm behind Jacks back and squeezed his upper arm, casually, still feeling a magic thrill at the feel of his body.
"Simon," he said. "It's easier if Jack and I share a raft so we can lead the way, show everyone where to go and keep order. Okay?"
"Sure, I guess..." Simon muttered, walking away.
Ralph drew his hand down the smooth skin of Jacks back, fingers tracing a gentle line down his spine, causing him to break out into goose bumps as Ralphs hand travelled down from his shoulder blades to the curve of his buttocks.
He pushed his fingers under the waistband of Jacks pants, sliding it around the front, feeling his stomach go fluttery and his penis stiffen at the sensual feel of the skin of Jack's hips against his palm.
He squeezed Jack inside his pants.
"If I said I liked your dick, would you hold it against me?" he asked, smirking cheekily.
Jack grinned back at him and then tensed a little in anticipation, only to be disappointed when the other boy moved away and began working on the raft again.
2
It took them a few hours and they were all tired and sweating despite the increasingly chill weather, but they finally got all of the rafts built just as the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, looking almost as though it were sinking into the ocean and painting the sky a beautiful combination of purples and oranges.
Finished with the raft, Jack had wondered over to the water's edge and was staring intently into the distance, watching the sun set.
He noticed Ralph walking over to him and out of the corner of his eye he saw the smaller boy stop next to him and felt him take his hand in his own, lacing their fingers together.
Turning his head, he smiled at him.
"It's nice," Ralph said to him and Jack wondered if he meant the sunset or the two of them holding hands like that.
He decided both and kissed him on the cheek, quickly.
"Do...do you like me, Jack?" he asked, nervously. He wasn't used to serious conversations with Jack – they were normally either sexual or laughing together.
"Of course I like you, Ralph. I wouldn't mess around with you so much if I didn't. You're really hot," he slapped Ralph on the butt as if to demonstrate his point.
"And you make me laugh...you're fun to be around."
"Thanks, Jack." He smiled. "I really like you, too."
He felt relieved. He sometimes worried that Jack was interested in him purely for sexual release and would dump him once they got off the island. While he couldn't deny that there was a very sexual attraction between the two of them, he really thought he might love Jack. It was nice to know Jack liked him, as a person, too.
3
For once luck was on their side and the sea was calm and quiet as they pushed their rafts out to sea and climbed aboard, using tree branches as makeshift oars to control the direction of their movement.
The journey was slow as the oars and the slow lull of the waves gradually pushed each raft full of boys further out to sea and toward their destination.
As the sun completely disappeared below the horizon and the sky gradually transformed from purple to deep indigo to black, the already cool temperature dropped considerably further.
Ralph shivered in the cold.
The fact that both he and Jack were only wearing their thin school pants, and were constantly being sprayed with sea water only added to the effects of the weather and they were both trembling and pale from the cold.
At least it was a good reason to huddle together, Ralph though happily.
Looking around, he thought most of the boys were lying pretty close to each other, trying to conserve body heat, although it was pretty hard to tell in the darkness.
"Hey, Jack," Ralph said, turning over to lie on his back. "Wanna help keep me warm?" he teased and pulled the other boy down on top his him, pressing their flesh together.
Jacks breath was a white cloud, puffing out into his face every time he exhaled, and Ralph leaned up and kissed him, lips mashed together, taking that breath with his own, allowing him to see Jacks face more clearly above him.
He drew his knees up and wrapped his legs around Jacks buttocks, pressing them closer together.
Figuring he could use friction to keep them warm, he wriggling backwards and forwards under Jack, feeling the other boy's hardness through the frayed fabric of his shorts.
In response, Jack thrust his hips forward, pressing his dick against Ralphs and sending a shudder of pleasure through both of their bodies.
More than just trying to keep warm now, Ralph instinctively responded with a thrust of his own, followed by another from Jack.
Ralph squeezed Jacks butt in his hands pushing them even closer together, feeling the mounds clench every time Jack did a particularly powerful thrust, the tingling pleasure in his groin growing greater and greater, lust completely taking over his thoughts.
No longer caring about the cold, or the other boys surrounding them, they pumped themselves against each other harder and faster.
Ralph gasped as orgasm hit him unprepared and the thrusting decreased and seconds later he heard Jack moan and wetness spread between the two of them.
Tired from the long day, they fell asleep like that as they slowly drifted toward their destination.
a/n I think the last couple of chapters had a weird feel to them :/...maybe it's just me haha...anyway, lots more lemon-coloured adventure when they reach that island...:P.