Ralph promised himself he wouldn't do it.

Hell, he had gone through the reruns in his head several times all night, even turning his phone off so he wouldn't see the flood of messages. There was no way he could fall victim for the third time this week, even if his body wanted it forGod knows what reason.

The bruises that littered his neck (and collarbone and chest and way other places, why is he still thinking about this?) would be too telling before long. He'd have to wear a scarf. Who just wears a scarf in the middle of July?

"Boys don't wear scarves." He muttered to himself, phone still warm in his pocket.

He guessed some boys did, but if he did it would because bloody Merridew made him. Bloody Merridew, who was waiting to ravish the boy, spoil him senselessly, with fangs and claws alike. This get together was starting to become humid, and it wasn't like the AC was jammed.

No, Ralph knew, it was because Jack was an idiot and his libido was going to drive him crazy.

So, he caved, like he internally knew he would, because this party was trash and he was even worse and if it meant that Jack could do something about it, why the hell not?

Ralph turned the phone back on and considered himself Hell's bait. Not even a minute passes and he receives 19 texts. 19. He always knew Jack could be a posessive motherfucker, but this takes the cake. He sighed and dialed the number, getting a response after the first ring.

"Looks like somebody finally answered their phone."

Jack didn't even have time for a hello, how's the shindig? Ralph didn't expect anything different. He gritted his teeth before passing a tolerable voice.

"If you're going to come and get me, might as well do it now."

"I don't need your attitude." Jack teased, but sometimes it was hard for Ralph to tell if he was joking or not, especially when their bodies were pressed so tight together that everything between them was serious.

Ralph was going to say something back but Jack hung up and left him puzzled. He felt a buzz and saw the newest message:

'Wait 4 me outside.'

Ralph hated when people used numbers in text messages. Jack always did that sort of thing for his usernames, and Ralph always remarked on how stupid it made him look but Jack just shrugged and would say, 'You just don't understand how social media words.'

What a dick.

Long story short, actually short story – Jack's car pulled up to the house Ralph was staying in lightning speed. It was black and one of those cars that a person likes to heave up the engine just to look cool.

Jack was, of course, this kind of driver. It didn't really help him that it was actually his father's car, but he still took it out more than the truck he was given. Ralph should have known better.

He really should have known better.

Jack's hands were all over him. He pressed his mouth against Ralph's face like he was damn thirsty and Ralph didn't bother caring at this point – he just wanted a hand on his dick. After a brief frenzy of tongues and the typical comments of, "Quit biting me there!" or "Are you actually going to pull out of the driveway?", they were off.

Jack's house was less than five minutes away, and Jack claimed his parents were off on some kind of trip. Ralph was about to ask how Jack had the car but he stopped himself, he didn't want to know what kind of convincing was done.

Jack would spill his own blood if that meant driving in this thing, picking Ralph up from parties and just wanting to show off.

"You must have been turning batty at that party." Jack said, a hand resting on Ralph's knee especially near this dick. "Waiting for me to come and get you…"

"Please keep your cock in your pants, you're swerving." Ralph commented as Jack was about to hit another car next to them. Jack just narrowed an eyebrow before he straightened himself.

"You're gonna keep acting like that? That could result in some nasty punishment." Jack was so full of it now, and Ralph wished he could kiss him just to shut him up. That wish came faster than he thought because before too long they were at the house and they climbed into Jack's bed.

Jack was a nasty love-maker; he used too much tongue and he bit everything. Ralph would need two bloody scarves by the end of this and Jack did it on purpose. He shoved his hands underneath Ralph's top and started rubbing his dick near Ralph's pelvic region, covered by the tightest jeans Jack had ever seen. He would have commented on it if he wasn't so out of it.

Ralph on the other hand was ready to get out of them, sticky down there from thoughts before and the grinding really wasn't helping.

"You going to get going with it, Merridew?" Ralph was sexually frustrated.

He had been pent up since Jack started messaging him and he was going to get something out of tonight, even if that meant he'd have to cave in to Jack's recent interest in the whole dominant/submissive thing. He really didn't understand this boy at times, and his fetishes only made him all the more confusing.

"You bet I will, just sit back, little pretty." Jack smirked and Ralph wanted to throw up as soon as those two words left his mouth.

Little Pretty?

"C'mon, let's get you out of those things." Jack whispered, starting to pull down Ralph's jeans before the two of them froze at the same of a car pulling in outside.

The headlights flashed through the window and Jack grew cold. Ralph shook him off, hair and shirt a mess.

"What the hell about your parents?" Ralph asked and Jack didn't say anything as he started fixing his own self up.

"I don't know but you gotta get out of here or hide, now!"

"Seriously?" Ralph groaned as Jack started pushing him off the bed. Jack almost looked sorry for a change, even as he persuaded Ralph to hijack it out of the window 'for the time being.'

He promised himself he wouldn't do it, and look where that got him.