//SLASHINESS! Heheheh.
It seems people are confused as to what Jack's plan is… Jack wants to know what makes Ralph such a mystery to him; he wants to know what makes Ralph tick. This is the only way he feels he can finally be free of the fascination he has for Ralph.
The way people find out what another person is thinking and feeling is through communication- through talking. Jack is asking nonsensical questions 'cause he's not exactly sure how to find out everything about Ralph in a week. He's hoping to get lucky, in a sense.
But, since attention is what people tend to crave and undivided attention often makes us feel very special, Jack might get lucky in other ways. ^_~//
What Shadows Hide: Complications
Jack snarled silently, barely noticing that Ralph was staring at him with confusion and concern. Things weren't going much to his liking, and if he didn't have a deadline to work with, he'd have told Ralph to get the hell away from him. As it was, he'd have to try to work around this.
"What's your problem?" Ralph asked, the slightest hint of worry underlying the sarcasm in his voice.
"Shut up," Jack replied in a hollow tone.
(Limbs tangled together, slick with sweat and spit-)
Ralph's eyes narrowed and a small smile played on his lips. He was obviously pleased at having a chance to torment his tormenter. "What's wrong, Jack?"
Besides your presence bringing back memories of dreams I shouldn't be having?
(Soft lips and sharp teeth, pressing together in an almost cannibalistic frenzy-)
Jack closed his eyes and tried to ignore his traitorous mind. This was, strangely enough, the first time he'd been plagued with such dreams. He usually slept like the dead.
"Jack, you don't look so well." Ralph's voice couldn't have been more silky or sexy.
"Shut the fuck up."
(And that soft voice, strained by exhaustion and pleasure, saying words that Jack couldn't ever believe could be true-)
"Temper, temper," Ralph said, laughing delightedly. He was really having too much fun with this. Jack pushed away from the railing of the scenic view area they'd met at, extremely angry at his lack of control.
(Half-closed eyes lowered, not in modesty, but in a calculated move to force Jack to lift that beautiful face-)
"Tell me something, Ralph," he said quietly, going on the offensive. "Did you enjoy the time we made out in the locker room?"
Ralph's whole body went rigid for a moment before he forced himself to relax, but Jack had seen it anyway. "You attacked me and smashed my head on the floor."
"That wasn't what I asked."
(Pale hands trailing down his chest and body arching into his-)
"Of course not! You attacked me!"
Jack grinned without humor. "You don't lie very well."
Ralph's expression was livid. "I'm not lying."
"On some level, you are." Jack reached out, grabbing Ralph's shoulders and pulling him close in one quick movement. He ignored Ralph's curses and the anger the other boy employed to hide his fear- he caught a glimpse of that hidden, guilty desire in Ralph's eyes and shook the other boy sharply.
It's your fault; I know on some level that you still want me and it's affecting my dreams, you bastard- this is not about sex this is about finding out why the hell you are always in my mind-
"Do you want me to kiss me you?" he whispered, not bothering to hide the rage in his voice. "Do you want me to stick my tongue down your throat?"
Ralph's eyes were huge and he didn't seem able to answer.
Used to me acting like a nice boy, are you? Used to me treating you, if not kindly, at least in a 'civilized' fashion?
"Jack-"
He shook Ralph again, barely noticing when the boy's teeth slammed together on his lower lip. "Yes or no, dammit!"
(Warm body curled against his own, held in comfortable companionship-)
"N-no!" Ralph finally gasped, pushing away from Jack and staring at him in shock and anger. "What the hell is your problem?"
"No one else has ever kissed you," Jack said. He crossed his arms over his chest and wondered vaguely why he felt so vulnerable at this moment. "No one else has ever touched you, have they?"
"Why are you asking me this?"
Because I know what your sweat tastes like I know what your spit tastes like and no one else ever should-
"Would you answer the question?"
Ralph bared his teeth in a smile that was not a smile at all. "Feeling territorial?"
"Would that make you happy?" Jack felt a tiny spark of malicious satisfaction at the dark look Ralph sent him that was just a second too late.
"I'm going home now," Ralph announced, turning to leave. Jack grabbed his arm, digging his nails into Ralph's skin.
"Answer the question," he said quietly.
Ralph glared at him. "Which one?"
"Both."
(And a voice that whispered again those words that he would never hear in the waking world-)
"No."
"And yes."
Ralph glared at him, not affirming, but not denying that last statement.
Jack let him go.
//Review if you like, flame if you have to, blink in confusion if you just don't get it.//