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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/F
  Fandom:
      Lord_of_the_Flies_-_William_Golding
  Relationship:
      Jack_Merridew/Ralph, Jack_Merridew_&_Ralph
  Character:
      Jack_Merridew, Ralph_(Lord_of_the_Flies)
  Additional Tags:
      Christmas_Fluff, Fluff, Ugly_Holiday_Sweaters, Fireplaces, Alternate
      Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Inspired_by_A_Christmas_Carol, Aftercare,
      Naked_Cuddling, Post-Coital_Cuddling, Light_Angst, Early_Mornings,
      Morning_Sex, First_Kiss, Snowed_In, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Candles,
      Blizzards_&_Snowstorms, Baking, holiday_baking, Gingerbread_Houses,
      Crushes, Unrequited_Crush, Lap_Sex, Alcohol, Cuddling_&_Snuggling,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Coffee_Shops_&_Cafés, Rough_Sex, Rough_Kissing,
      Intentionally_Bad_Spelling_&_Grammar, Meet_the_Family, Family_Dinners,
      Public_Hand_Jobs, Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Cunnilingus,
      Vaginal_Fingering, Multiple_Orgasms, Mermaids
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-01 Completed: 2017-12-24 Chapters: 24/24 Words: 21204
****** 'tis the season. ******
by queencrank
Summary
     Advent Calendar - 2016/17.
     (or - 24 jalph drabbles. some smut. some not. some holiday themed.
     some not. a new one each day of december until christmas day. enjoy!)
     EDIT : instead of doing a whole new one like an actual not lazy
     person would do, i decided to rewrite these bc they are. Not Good.
Notes
     starting things off with some good old cliche fluff
See the end of the work for more notes
***** let your heart be light *****
Over the sound of the fire, Ralph can hear Jack's banging around in the
kitchen, but he decides to stay planted in front of the warm the fireplace
gives off, knowing that the rest of his father's house would be hellishly cold
in comparison.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas floats through Jack's phone, which has
been left on the coffee table, and Ralph tucks his feet beneath him as he
stares out the window at the snowflakes floating past. Around his shoulders,
there is a soft blanket draped loosely, and he pulls it closer to himself,
resting his chin on his knees  
'Sorry I took so long.' Jack's voice is quiet, but it still makes Ralph jump,
and he looks up at his boyfriend, standing in the middle of the living room,
holding two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. The redhead shifts awkwardly from
foot to foot, so Ralph smiles and pats the cushion beside him. Jack silently
hands him a mug and sits down.
As soon as Jack is seated, Ralph rests his head on his shoulder and takes his
free hand, lacing his fingers through the taller boy's, Frank Sinatra’s voice
filling the silence for them.
Jack rubs his thumb over the side of Ralph's hand distractedly, humming under
his breath to the song, twisting to press a kiss to the crown of his head. By
now, Ralph has realized the song is playing on repeat. He glances up at the
other boy, about to inquire about his supposed hatred of Christmas songs, but
thinks better of it when he sees Jack's peaceful expression, devoid of the
usual crumpled-ness he was used to.
You don't fool me, Jack Merridew.
Jack catches his stare, and flushes, free hand stopped in it's idle tracing
over Ralph's arm.
'What?'
'Nothin'.' Jack bites his lip, then smiles at Ralph nervously.
'Tell me,'
'You.' It's a simple answer, and one that seems to satisfy Jack. His nail
continues to trace patterns up Ralph's forearm, and yet he doesn't continue the
song, now aware that Ralph is listening. Ralph lets it go, instead taking his
first sip of the previously-forgotten hot chocolate, swallowing even though it
scalds his tongue.
You don't fool me one bit.
 
The silence stretches between them again as the song fades out, and Ralph waits
patiently for Frank Sinatra's voice to once again float through the phone's
crappy speakers.
'Ralph?' Jack's voice is soft, like a small child's. Ralph hums in answer, glad
of the distraction from the bright fire, his eyes sore from its light and
smoke. The redhead falls silent again, and Ralph sees that the blush colouring
his cheeks blocks out the freckles that cover his face. Again, silence falls
between them, now borderline awkward.
'Iloveyou.' It's blurted out quickly, drowning out the first strains of the
song. Ralph barely catches the three words, but understands anyway, and smiles
at the taller boy serenely, squeezing his hand.
'I know.' Two simple words, and Jack begins to deflate, disappointed that the
words were not repeated, and then, 'I love you, too.' 
Relief is brighter than any fire, lighting across Jack's face and erasing the
harsh lines. He surges forwards, hot lips meeting Ralph's almost roughly, not
caring when the blond's hot chocolate sloshes in the mug, almost spilling over
the rim and into their laps. His hands come up to the shorter boy's cheeks,
thumbs rubbing over his cheekbones as he breaks away, laughs, and pushes his
forehead to Ralph's. 
'I love you so fucking much,' It’s said with a quick kiss pressed to his lip
between every word.
Ralph smiles and tries kissing back each time, barely having time to, swept up
in Jack's elation. His hands cup Jack's elbows, thumbs rubbing across his hot
skin. When Jack is finally finished the feverish attack, he settles back onto
his knees, refusing to let go, pushing his forehead to Ralph's. Again, the
three words are muttered beneath his breath, and then the silence lays itself
between them once again.
At one point, the phone had locked itself, cutting the music app off from the
repeated song, the only sound in the room their breathing and the crackling of
the fire. Ralph welcomes this new silence, finding it much more comfortable
than the previous. And although he welcomes it, he isn't opposed to breaking it
either.
'I love you with my whole heart, Jack Merridew.' 
***** pull me closer (part one.) *****
Chapter Summary
     afterglow and cuddling im a hoe :')
'Wow.'
Jack presses another kiss to Ralph's shoulder, then rolls off him to flop onto
his back.
'Yeah.' Ralph rolls over ungracefully onto the bed, chest heaving. Jack’s arm
pushes under his shoulders and pulls him against his side, ignoring the smell
of sex that hangs above them.
'How are you feeling?'
'Sore.' Ralph shifts in Jack's arms, groaning when he stretches, and Jack
presses a kiss to his temple, grinning.
'Do you want me to kiss it better?'
'Piss off.' Ralph jokingly pushes at his shoulder, causing Jack to pull him
closer and press messy, wet kisses all over his face.
When he convinces him to stop, Ralph stills and presses his cheek to his bare
chest to listen to his heartbeat. Jack makes sure not to breathe too deeply,
watching him sweep the pads of his fingers over his collarbones. Ralph is
ridiculously focused on his task, and it’s adorable.
'You don't have to keep your arms all stiff like that.' It surprises Jack, and
he looks at Ralph to find his eyebrows raised expectantly. The taller boy
flushes and adjusts his hold on him, his free hand tracing up and down his
spine. Ralph nods with approval and settles back into the rhythm of his
movements.
 
They lie in silence, and Jack is sure that Ralph has fallen asleep, his hand
faltering on it's track over Ralph's spine.
'Don't stop. That felt nice.' Ralph's voice is heavy with drowsiness, and Jack
obliges, continues to trace his fingers in nonsensical patterns over his spine.
'You're awfully bossy tonight.' He says teasingly, and the blond hums in
response, arms working under his back to pull him close. Jack smiles at the
ceiling, hand trailing up his back to push into Ralph's hair, rubbing the tips
of his fingers across his scalp gently, eliciting another hum from Ralph as he
settles his entire weight onto Jack.
 
Minutes slide by in peaceful silence as Jack continues to run his fingers
through Ralph's hair. Eventually, Ralph's breathing slows and he stops shifting
against the taller boy. Jack stills immediately, fearing that any movement will
wake the other boy, barely breathing as he waits for Ralph to fall deeper into
sleep.
When he's sure that the blond is pretty much dead to the world, Jack takes a
deep breath and lets his head fall to the pillow beneath him, able to rest
since he now knew that any movement he made in sleep wouldn't wake Ralph.
***** we're badly damaged *****
Chapter Notes
     post!island bc i need to do more angsty jalph :')
     they're twelve bc canon my dudes
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ralph stares at the column of smoke until it’s barely noticeable against the
grey of the sky. He sits at the stern of the boat, cheek resting on his
forearm, watching the black water churn beneath the boat, as the sun sets in
the sky and the clouds go orange and pink.
Hearing footsteps, he tenses, nails pressing into the rail. This newcomer was
more than likely not friendly.
All of his friends were now dead or savage or a million miles away.
He turns, eyes landing on Jack’s. The other boy says his name, softly, and
Ralph clenches his jaw. The silence stretches again.
Someone has combed the leaves and twigs from his hair, washed the paint from
his face, and put him in new, clean clothes, a spitting image of the boy in the
black cloak and ruffled collar that he first met, if not gaunter and with new
horrors and ghosts shining behind his eyes.
The image of the boy before him was almost enough to wash away the image of the
beast who killed innocent boys and hid behind a mask of red, white and black.
Almost.
If only that image wasn't burned behind his eyelids. 
'What do you want?' His tone is void of all hostility, just soft and broken
down, but his body language screams another story. Jack shrugs, looks at his
feet. Ralph purses his lips, then turns back to the dark waters, letting the
silence stretch, uncomfortable and tense and not at all like the one Ralph had
enjoyed moments before.
'I'm sorry.' The words are sudden and rushed, and all in all, quite lame. Ralph
scoffs, picking at the dirt that has settled under and around his nails.
'For which bit?' He asks, addressing the water below him as he remembers the
conversation on top of the mountain, just before their first meal, when Jack
first broke Piggy’s glasses. I’m sorry. About the fire, I mean.
Jack recoils like he’s been slapped.
'All of it.' He manages after a moment, and Ralph scoffs again.
'Alright. If that's all you wanted -' Jack coughs and Ralph turns away again,
hearing him step away.
'Yeah. I'll uh- I'll see you - I'll see you.' Ralph doesn't reply. He can hear
his breath, the shifting of clothes, then a long sigh, and footsteps as the
other boy retreats.
 
He can feel Jack's presence long after he leaves.
Chapter End Notes
     i know i've said that the drabbles would be around 1000 words each
     but i didnt see how i could write twice as much as what i have
     without it being redundant and all
     also i know this is kinda bad i promise im good at angst ive just
     been doing a lot of fluff and smut recently im outta practise
***** pull me closer (part two.) *****
Chapter Notes
     early morning sex bc the aesthetic is gr8
The bedroom was filled with the grey light of dawn, but Ralph had been awake
for hours.
He had carefully clambered off of Jack just as the sky was lightening, and went
to the loo. When he returned, and found that Jack had fallen back asleep, he
climbed into the bed and settled into the empty space beside the other boy, and
settled himself down, watching Jack and waiting for him to awaken.
In sleep, Jack forgets all the stresses of school and life, the all but
constant anger wiped from his features, and peacefulness smoothing his crumpled
expressions and making them lax.
 
Birdsong soon fills the room, causing Jack to stir, his eyes screwing shut
further, turning onto his stomach to hide his face from the offending light.
Ralph laughs and runs his hand down Jack's back, kissing his shoulder blade.
Jack makes a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan, rolling back onto his
back and pulling Ralph close, pushing his face into the crook of his neck.
'Good morning.' Ralph closes his eyes when Jack's warm lips press to his skin,
and Jack grumbles in response.
'Ye'h.' Jack's voice is raw and hoarse, and Ralph grins. The blond sits up,
pulling Jack with him, fingers combing through his tousled curls in an attempt
to somewhat tame them. Jack makes the noise again, shifting himself to sit
against the headboard.
'Wha' are you doin'?' His question is muffled by a long yawn and another lazy
kiss pressed to Ralph's shoulder.
'Waking you up.'
'St'p it.' Jack nuzzles his face further into Ralph's skin, and he hums,
pulling himself away from Jack, ignoring the whine he earns as his boyfriend
reaches for him, chasing his warmth.
'Alright then. I'll get dressed, you can go back to sleep and...' He leans
forward again, kissing his ear and whispering his next words, 'Miss this great
opportunity to have me ride your cock.' Jack whimpers, grabbing Ralph's hips
before he can climb from his lap, pulling him back against him. He presses
kisses to the shell of his ear, rolling his hips up.
'Ralph,' His name comes out in a throaty growl, the sound sending shivers up
Ralph's spine.
'Say my name again, love,' Ralph moans into his cheek, gripping at his hair,
moving against the growing hardness of Jack's length,
'Don't tease me, baby.'
'Wouldn't dream of it.' Jack's teeth find his neck, his fingers gripping his
biceps. After sucking a mark into the tanned skin of his throat, Jack pulls
back to look up at Ralph.
'Can I fuck you? Please?' Ralph nods, chest already heaving as he lifts himself
up onto his knees to allow Jack to adjust himself, holding the base of his
member. Slowly, he lowers himself onto his cock, blunt nails pressing into the
fleshy part of Jack's shoulder. The taller boy lets out a sharp breath, long
and low, kissing the inside of Ralph's arms, watching through short lashes as
Ralph moves up and down on his length, rolling his hips slowly.
He curses under his breath, hands going to Ralph's waist.
'Fuck, you're so fucking hot.' Ralph leans forward to kiss him, messy and
rushed. His hand grabs at his curls, tugging at him sharply, the other landing
on his cheek with a slap, digits pressing firmly against the sharpness of his
cheekbone.
'Shit, baby, I love you so much.' He says it as soon as Ralph pulls away, lips
swollen from the roughness, and he immediately surges forward again, this new
kiss equally as desperate as the first. Jack's fingers dig into Ralph's ribs
almost painfully, making the blond moan in need.
Jack holds the other boy still, thrusting up into him slowly, painfully slowly,
moaning obscenities against his lips as he does so. Neither of them notice when
Ralph spills his seed onto his stomach, hot and sticky, both boys completely
wrapped up in Jack's words and movements as he too nears climax.
'Fuck, baby boy, you look so good riding my cock like this - I just wanna -
fuck, oh fuck, Ralph, I wanna fuck you like this every fuckin' morning, baby
boy.' He bites at the shorter boy's bottom lip halfway through his mumbled
words, and the other boy moans into the kiss, barely flinching at the sharp
pain. Jack breaks the kiss to press his head against Ralph's shoulder, heavy
and sweaty, lips on the end of his clavicle. He rotates between every nickname
he had previously given to Ralph, his name, his last name, and nicknames he's
never heard before, each title strung right after each other, with well-placed
curses woven between them.
The string of names and curses ends with fuck, fuck, fuck, progressively
getting louder and louder, accompanied with a sharp snap of his hips. Ralph
wraps his arms around Jack's shoulders, pulling him closer and pressing his
cheek into his curls, moaning loudly as the boy beneath him climaxes with a
long groan, slumping into him.
 
They kneel like that for a long time, Jack quickly softening in Ralph, their
breaths hot on their already sweaty faces. Then, Ralph collapses back onto the
bed as Jack settles back onto the pillows, pulling Ralph in to press a kiss to
his sweaty hair, letting his eyes slide closed.
'Good mornin', love.'
***** when your heart beats next to mine (part one.) *****
Chapter Summary
     Another one that is two parts fuck wit ya boy
Chapter Notes
     Inspired bc i was talking about first kisses wit a friend and like
     the slut i am, i was like 'lol what would a jalph first kiss look
     like'
     then i was like 'lol what would a jalph first time look like' i need
     to s t o p
See the end of the chapter for more notes
'You should probably get back to the game.'
'It's okay. I like sitting here.'
They are thirteen, sitting behind the bleachers, hidden partly by a tree that
hangs from someone's property onto the school ground. Their knees are touching,
and Ralph is so close to taking Jack's hand in his and holding it.
But Jack was like a wounded animal when it came to these things, and Ralph
didn't want to scare him off after all the hard work he's done.
'They won't miss you?'
'Nah. Plenty of decent players out there,' he nudges Jack's knee with his and
pretends that he doesn't notice the dark blush that blocks out the taller boy's
freckles, 'None of them are as good as me, obviously, but there's enough of
them to make sure we don't lose the game.'
'I don't want the team to lose just because you're hanging out with me.' Afraid
that Jack was going to get up, Ralph touches his arm gently.
'Hey, Jack. You shouldn't...' Slowly, carefully, he lets his hand drop down and
lay over the other boy's, his pinky finger wrapping around Jack's hesitantly,
'...I really like being hanging out with you.'
The taller boy jumps, shifts his hand, and Ralph half expects him to get up and
mumble some poor excuse, shuffle away, blushing all the while. But he slowly
pushes his fingers through Ralph's, holding on like he was made of glass. After
a moment’s pause, he pulls their entwined hands into his lap as he hesitantly
slides closer.
They sit in silence like that for a long time, pretending to watch the football
game taking place a few meters away. Ralph rubs his thumb over Jack's hand and
ignores the burning in his cheeks. He  watches Jack from the corner of his eye,
chewing at the inside of his cheek, studying his expression, trying to figure
his feelings out.
Jack was hard to read. Always was. Ralph suspects that, as time goes by, he'll
become easier to decipher. But as of right now, he is drawn shut tightly, and
Ralph hasn't quite been able to crack him open.
The redhead wears a near-peaceful expression, betrayed only by the detail that
he chews at the thumbnail of his free hand, apparently deep in thought.
But, knowing Jack, he was probably as far as could be from his calm exterior.
Ralph looks away as Jack turns to him suddenly, grip tightening painfully on
his hand, making him wince.
'Can I... can we... I mean - ' The other boy takes a breath to steel himself,
relaxing his death-like grip on Ralph's hand, 'I want to kiss you. Is it - Can
I? Can we, y'know...?'
Impossibly, Ralph grows even pinker, but he nods slowly, shifting until he
faces Jack.
'Yeah.' He nods again, quicker, and Jack nods once in response, taking hold of
Ralph's forearms, then shifting to his shoulders, then cheeks, licking his lips
quickly as he stares at Ralph's.
 
The kiss is long, and starts off gentle and chaste, lips closed tight and
Ralph's fists balled in his lap, eyes remaining open. Then, Jack grows more
adventurous, and more sloppy, leaning into the kiss and opening his mouth
slightly. Ralph reaches and clasps Jack's elbows, letting his eyes close as he
relaxes into the kiss. It's too long, awkwardly long, full of even more
awkwardly prodding of tongues, hitting of teeth, and mumbled apologies.
When the two finally pull apart, Jack actually sighs, slumping forward, then
whines, long and low in his chest, hands dropping to Ralph's lap. When the
blond opens his eyes, he finds that the redhead was the easiest to read as he
has ever seen him, face slack and full of plain and simple adoration and
amazement.
It doesn't last for very long, as he notices Ralph's stare, and the serenity of
his expression crashes and burns, is replaced with the common insecure
nervousness of preteens exploring themselves and the things they liked.
'What? Was it bad?' Ralph shakes his head, then ducks it, rubbing at the back
of his neck.
'No. It was. Really nice. I just... I find you nice to look at. And to kiss.'
Jack blushes deeper, and scoots away, scratching at his face in an subtle
attempt to hide himself. Ralph notices, touches his knee, and Jack flushes
deeper, abruptly standing, glancing at his watch.
'It was nice hanging with you today, Gornick, but break is over soon, and I
gotta get to choir. Uh... Catch ya later.' Bright pink, the other boy does a
weak hand-gun gesture before blanching and spinning on his heel, shoving his
hand and clearly beating himself up about the double hand-guns. Ralph presses
his fingers to his still-tingling lips and grins after him like an idiot.
Chapter End Notes
     it was so awkward i love it my sweet sons
***** blanket snow *****
Chapter Summary
     Jack and Ralph get snowed in.
Chapter Notes
     snowed in bc have i mentioned how i love cliches? bc i love cliches.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The snow is falling thicker than Ralph excepted it to, piling high on the
windowsill and blocking the door.
The power had gone out, and Ralph watches Jack hold his lighter to the final
stumpy, melted candle before turning toward him. Ralph retreats from the
window, pulling his jumper closer around himself and shivering in the chill of
the cabin.
'Too bad there isn't any firewood.' Ralph kneels in front the empty, dark
fireplace, staring at the cold stone in yearning, and Jack carries a candle
over, setting it on the floor by Ralph, kneeling behind him and pulling him
close, dealing a blanket over Ralph's shoulders.
'There're other ways to keep warm, y'know.' He presses a kiss to Ralph's jaw,
and Ralph silently wonders how his lips always seemed to light his skin on
fire.
'Oh?' He leans back into Jack's chest, staring at the candle.
'Well, I have a few ideas. Many of which involve little to no clothes.'
'I thought we were trying to get warm?' Ralph smiles to the small flame.
It would be terribly romantic, now that he thought about it. The only light
coming from the candles. He could just melt at the thought of the warm light
flickering on Jack's bare skin.
'We are. But it's easier to warm each other if we're naked. Body heat and all
that sciency shit.' Ralph hums, pushing his head beneath Jack's chin.
'I can't argue with such solid logic, I suppose.'
 
Jack has spread the blanket on the floor, leaving Ralph finds another blanket
as he searches for something to make it more comfortable.
Returning from the hall, Ralph finds that Jack has tossed the couch cushions
down, blanket on top of them nose and arranged each lit candle to surround the
makeshift bed.
'Pretty sure that's a fire hazard,' Jack looks up and brushes his hands on his
jeans, 'Besides, there are several perfectly good beds that we could use, all
of which would be much more comfortable.'
'I thought you wanted romantic and sappy. This my romantic and sappy.' Jack
stands in the middle of all the candles, so Ralph has to hold the blanket out
of the way as he picks his way around the flickering lights. When he stands in
front of Jack, he carefully sets the quilt on the floor by their feet, then
straightens up to cup his cheek, taking his hand, then leans in, kissing him
gently. When he pulls back, Jack laughs nervously.
'Shit, dude, I know you're better at all this romantic shit, but at least
pretend that I'm at least half as good as you.' Without answering, Ralph slides
his hands up under Jack's shirt, kissing him again as he slowly, achingly
slowly, pushes the garment up his torso. Jack hums into his mouth, fingers
curling into his hair. Ralph slowly goes down to his knees, refusing to break
the kiss, until Jack is nearly bent double. Finally, they separate, and Ralph
presses a soft kiss to his navel as he unbuckles Jack's belt and slowly pulls
the fly on his jeans down. His eyes go up to meet Jack's as he tugs his jeans
down slowly, then his briefs, kissing along his hipbones as he reaches for
Jack's hand.
Jack threads his fingers through Ralph's and holds on like he's a lifeline,
swearing under his breath when Ralph's breath ghosts over him as he stoops
lower to guide his jeans off his feet. Ralph straightens again and finds Jack's
gaze, adjusts his hold on his hand, then leans in, taking the head of his cock
in his mouth, pressing his tongue against the very tip and hollowing out his
cheeks. Jack sways and groans, pressing down on Ralph's head in an effort to
get the familiar warmth of his mouth around his whole length. Ralph raises a
brow in warning, and Jack groans again, dropping his hand to his shoulder.
'Ah... Fuck, baby, you know I don't do well with teasing.' Ralph lets his
member fall from his mouth and smiles sweetly up at him.
'Better get used to it then.' Jack squeezes his hand and whimpers, wishing
there was something to support him. Ralph takes his length back into his mouth,
lips now wrapped tight halfway down his shaft and working down slowly, barely
coughing when his lips touch his pelvis.
He holds Jack's gaze for a long moment, holding completely still, then starts
to slowly bob his head. Jack lets out a string of curses, fist in Ralph's hair
again, and Ralph lets it slide, enjoying the blissful expression on the boy's
face.
'Fuck, Ralph, I'm gonna - ' Jack whimpers and squeezes his hand tightly,
distantly disappointed in himself for not lasting longer 'I'm gonna come, baby
- oh, fuck!' His come spills down Ralph's throat, hot and thick, making him
gag. He pulls off his cock and swallows, wrinkling his nose at the taste.
'See? You can be alright at romantic and sappy.' The blond murmurs, wiping his
mouth on the back of his hand. Jack laughs, sinking to his knees to press
kisses to his throat.
Ralph slides his fingers through Jack’s curls, combing through his hair as he
hums, knowing that there will be several hickeys waiting for him to cover
later. Finally, Jack pulls away from his neck after nipping his pulse point,
and looks in disgust at his clothes.
'Anyhow, I think you're much too overdressed for this occasion. You should
probably take all that off.' He helps Ralph out of his clothes, leaning back as
the blond settles against the cushions.
'What do you wanna do? I've already come, and I'm shit at blowjobs.' Ralph
shrugs, pulling him down and pushing their foreheads together.
'You're half decent at handjobs. There's always that.' Jack nods, taking
Ralph's cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he kisses him. Ralph pushes his
tongue into his mouth and runs it over his teeth, across Jack's tongue and
touches the roof of his mouth, hands going to his cheeks. Jack's thumb runs
across his head, and he snaps his hips up into his hand, whimpering as he pulls
back for air. He stoops to mouth across his chest, murmuring sweet nothings
into his skin as his fingers run over his cock.
'You're so beautiful, y'know that? Fuck, baby, you're gonna kill me one day, I
know it.' Ralph whimpers again, too far gone to truly process his words. His
fingers card through Jack's curls, then he presses a kiss to the top of his
head.
The taller boy mumbles the shorter boy's name into his skin over and over, like
it's a prayer, and he's a damned man begging for forgiveness. Ralph groans into
Jack's hair, hips twitching into his hand.
'You gonna come, baby?' Ralph nods, throwing his head back and keening loudly,
barely restraining himself. Jack looks up to see his face, and Ralph meets his
eyes as he smirks, 'Come for me, baby, c'mon...' He speeds up his strokes, and
it doesn't take much for Ralph to come undone in his hands, collapsing onto his
elbows and whimpering Jack's name as he comes into his hand. Jack cleans him
off as best he can, then wipes his hand on his jeans, leaning forward to kiss
Ralph's forehead, resting the back of his hand on his cheek. Ralph's chest
heaves, and he gives Jack a tired smile.
'Told you that you could do romantic and sappy.'
Chapter End Notes
     I've started prewriting the chapter to go out on Christmas Eve and???
     it's so??? kinky??? like gd me where did that come from
***** when your heart beats next to mine (part two.) *****
Chapter Summary
     TWO SMUT FICS IN A ROW BITCH U TRIPPIN
Chapter Notes
     my awkward virgin sons :')
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The weekend Jack turns sixteen, Ralph's father leaves town for the weekend,
leaving him with an empty home and thousands of possibilities, something no
adult with a teenage son who has a significant other should do.
 
Jack sits cross-legged on his bed, combing through the music on Ralph's phone.
'Dude, you have like, no good music.'
'How about you sing me something then?' Ralph lies with his head in his lap,
watching him with mild interest, 'I still think you should get back into that
stuff.'
'Hell no.'
'Why not?' When Jack doesn't answer, he takes his phone from him, 'I need to
text my dad, anyways.'
'What are you saying?' He clasps his hands and brings them next to his cheek,
fluttering his lashes and donning an exaggerated accent, 'Oh father, I'm such a
good son, I don't do anything even though I invited my boyfriend over to 'hang
out'. Aren't you proud of me?' Ralph rolls his eyes and doesn’t look away from
his phone.
'No. I've just told him that my boyfriend's a twat and I was thinking of maybe
shagging him when I invited him over, but now I'm thinking of breaking it off.'
Jack visually perks at his words, but keeps his tone cool.
'Wow, you and your dad sure have an odd relationship.' The phone chimes, but
Ralph ignores it, setting it on his chest and closing his eyes. Silence falls
over them, and Jack ponders his words.
'Were you really thinking about that?'
'What? Breaking up with you?' The blond opens an eye to look up at him.
'No, y'know - shagging. Us. You and me.' Ralph flushes and shrugs.
'I dunno. I guess. I mean - The thought has passed through my mind a few
times.'
'Do you... Do you still want to?'
'Guess so.'
'Are you sure you're ready? 'Cause I'll drop it if you aren't.' Ralph nods,
sitting up and turning to him.
'I think so.'
'I don't want you to regret it,' Jack sits up, looking at Ralph seriously, 'I
don't want you to feel as if you have to just because I mentioned it a few days
ago.'
'I don't feel pressured. I'm ready, Jack.' Jack straightens his back, and then
it hits him that he literally has no idea where to start.
'Uh...' Jack sits back on his feet, hands on his thighs.
'Are you ready? I get it if you aren't - I won't tell anyone.' 
'No! No - I'm ready. I just - I don't - Where do you want me to...?' Ralph
smiles, moving against his headboard.
'Do you think I'm some kind of expert?' Jack flushes, and Ralph grins wider,
motioning for the boy to come closer with his hand.
'Come here,' Jack edges closer, then carefully climbs on top of him, looking
down at him nervously, 'Kiss me.' It was a simple statement, not a request and
not quite an order either. Still, Jack looks at Ralph, studying his expression.
He appears peaceful, the shaking of his hands barely noticeable as he shifts
below the older boy. Jack hates the way his own hands shake when he lifts one,
cupping Ralph's cheek and brushing his thumb across his lips, like he saw his
father do to his mother once.
Their noses bump when he finally leans in, and they jump apart a few inches,
then go back in, Jack tilting his head more.
It's been a few years, and there is still improvement to be done with their
kisses. When in public, Jack barely holds Ralph's hand, and they're barely left
alone those days. The kiss is less clumsy as their first was, but clumsy by any
standard nonetheless. But Ralph doesn't mind, and neither does Jack.
When they pull apart a few moments later, Ralph bites his lip and takes hold of
his wrists.
'Touch me.'
'Where?' Although Ralph holds his wrists, he doesn’t bring his hands anywhere,
and Jack openly looks over his body under the guise of finding where to touch
first.
'Anywhere.' Jack keeps his right hand on Ralph's cheek, sliding his left hand
down his neck and torso, then back up his stomach, hesitantly pushing the
blond's shirt up, letting it bunch beneath his palm. He looks to Ralph for
approval, who's eyes have slid closed.
'Take it off.' Ralph sits up for him, raises his arms above his head, and Jack
sits back after removing the garment.
Ralph is pinned beneath him, now shirtless, and he studies his exposed form,
face burning, taking in the other boy's form. He hadn't expected him to look
like he does - tanned and spotted with strategically placed moles that were
good targets for his lips.
When his eyes, and fingers, have mapped over every inch of Ralph's chest, Jack
leans down and presses a kiss to his sternum. Ralph breathes sharply through
his nose, fingers tightening around Jack's right wrist. Jack uses his free hand
to unbutton his own shirt as best he can, shrugging it from his shoulders when
it hangs open off his form. He watches it fall, and when he looks back at
Ralph, he has opened his eyes, and he feels too exposed beneath his piercing
gaze, and makes a mental note to stop doing the same to him, knowing it must be
ten times worse with his steely eyes. Or he would, if Ralph hadn't spoken.
'You're so beautiful.' His voice is raw, and he releases Jack's wrist to spread
his fingers wide against the redhead's freckled chest, looking at him in awe.
'You should talk.' He mumbles, making sure to not downright deny Ralph's
statement like he desires to. The blond smiles up at him again, and he's
starting to lose count of the times he has done it this afternoon. Starting to
lose count of how many times he gets lost in those smiles.
'We should probably take care of the rest of our clothes, right?' Jack nods,
and Ralph slides his hands down his torso to unbuckle his belt and pull it
free. After he's tossed their belts and trousers on the floor, he pulls Jack
down to hover over him fully.
'Last chance to back out, Merridew.' Jack looks down at him for a long moment,
then drags him into a kiss.
'Wouldn't dream of it.'
'Fuck me, then.'
 
Jack has seen a handful of porn movies, and suddenly wishes that he had seen
more. Nowadays, when he had a hard on, he simply thought of Ralph when he
jerked himself into a tissue. Ralph turns over onto his hands and knees,
sliding his shorts down around his knees.
'Would it be easier on the floor?' He asks over his shoulder as he passes back
a bottle of lotion on his bedside table. Jack looks from the bed to the carpet-
covered floor, then nods.
'Yeah. More sturdy.' They climb off the bed and onto the floor, and Ralph rests
his cheek on his forearm.
'Do you want me to do anything before I... Stick it in?' Ralph hesitates, then
shakes his head.
'I'm good. You can go.' Jack nods, pulls his length from his shorts and coats
it in lotion.
'Are you ready?' Ralph nods, and Jack slides in as slowly as he can, surprised
he was able to refrain from coming before now.
 
Ralph whimpers when he slides in, rocking his hips back slowly to get used to
the new feeling. When he grows used to it, Jack moves his hips as slowly as he
can.
His thrusts are messy and uncontrolled, snapping hips forward so suddenly that
Ralph lurches forward, or barely moving at all. He grips Ralph's hip with one
hand, and holds the base of his cock with the other. Even with the added
support, he still pops out of Ralph or misses his entrance several times,
apologizing each time he jabs at his thigh or rear instead.
As clumsy as he is, Ralph feels much better than his hand covered by a tissue
does, and Jack nears climax easily and quickly. Without either of them
noticing, Ralph had already spilled onto the carpet below them, his climax
buried beneath the grunts of Jack and the moans and whimpers of Ralph. Jack
collapses forward as he peaks, moaning long and low as he spills into Ralph,
teeth latching on his shoulder as an extra hold on the blond as his hips snap
forward and twitch as he comes down from the high. He rolls off Ralph and looks
up at the ceiling, seeming to address it when he speaks, tone distant.
'Could we do that again sometime? Preferably soon?'
Chapter End Notes
     ik that usually i stretch the stamina of two 16 y/o boys to be that
     of pornstars but for this i was like 'faith no they are 3 and it's
     their first time they will literally nut after 2 mins of making out'
     so it's a lil more realistic in this one
     also i was v close to writing 'no thats gay' after ralph said for
     jack to sing to him but im not complete trash
***** i'll hold your hands ; they're just like ice. *****
Chapter Summary
     based on baby it's cold outside
'Damn, it's gotten really bad.' Ralph turns away from the kitchen window,
pushing his foot into a boot.
Snow falls heavy on everything outside, blanketing everything in thick, muting
white. There is little wind to disturb it, yet it still presses against the
window and begs to seep into the warm interior of the house.
'Should you even go out when it's like this?' Jack steps up behind him, arms
wrapping around his waist. Ralph notes the concern in his tone and smiles,
resting a hand on his arm.
'I'll be fine.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes, I'm sure,' Ralph looks back and lets Jack kiss him, 'and besides, I gotta
make curfew. If I'm late again, my dad will kill me.'
'It's only 8. Your curfew isn’t until 10.'
'My curfew is 10 when we're on good terms, and let's just say we aren't the
best of friends right now.'
'Still, you've got forty minutes. It's a twenty minute walk.'
'In good weather. It'll take twice as long.' Jack sighs, pulling away from
Ralph, causing him to think that he might leave him alone to get dressed.
Instead, he pulls his hat from his head as soon as he pulls it on, holding it
away from him as he ignores Ralph's indignant cry.
'Jack, please,' The blond smooths at his hair, and Jack frowns, stuffs the hat
in his pocket, 'I don’t have time for this today.'
'Make time.' He cages him against the kitchen counter, untying his scarf and
pulling it from his neck.
'I gotta... I gotta get home.'
'You'll freeze out there, baby.' Jack presses a kiss to his cheek, slowly
unzipping his coat.
'Then lend me a sweater.' Ralph tugs at the one that Jack has on, and the
redhead smiles into his neck at the slow change of heart.
'I thought you wanted to get home.' 
'My dad will understand. He wouldn't want his only son risking his life, now,
would he?' Jack hums, kneeling at Ralph's feet and pulls the lace of one of his
boots loose of the tight, neat bow Ralph had tied it in. He unlaces it and
carefully pulls it from Ralph's foot, kissing his knee. Ralph sighs and leans
on the counter, and Jack does the same to the other boot, not kissing his knee
this time. Ralph whines at this, which makes Jack press his index finger to his
lips. Ralph hops up onto the counter as Jack crosses the kitchen to hang up the
outerwear, taking his sweet time.
Jack slips between Ralph's legs, and they immediately lock around his waist. He
leans in, planting his hands on either side of Ralph and presses light kisses
all over his face, specifically avoiding his lips. Ralph tries to tilt his face
to try and get him to, but Jack holds his chin firmly in place.
'Call your dad.'
'Why?' Ralph is breathless.
'So he doesn't think you're half frozen somewhere and send an army after you.'
'He will, if he knows that I'm spending the night here.'
'Who says you're here? Get one of your weird friends to cover you.' Ralph bites
his lip and obliges, first calling one of his friends, Jack doesn't catch - or
care - who, then his father. Jack doesn't listen in, instead rubbing warmth
across the chilled hand not occupied by the phone, blowing on the skin and
pressing kisses to his knuckles and fingertips.
'Alright. I will. Bye.' Ralph smiles again after he hangs up, and leans in for
a kiss. Jack lets him steal one, then pulls away.
'Go to my room and get ready for me. I'll give you ten minutes.' He lets him
hop down from the counter, squeezing his rear as he passes, smiling when Ralph
squeaks and casts a glare over his shoulder, 'You're pretty. And I'm gonna make
you some tea, first. Warm you up.'
***** flour in your hair *****
'Alright. So, how much flour do we need?'
Jack checks the recipe pulled up on his phone, leaning on the counter, taking a
bite of an already-baked snickerdoodle as Ralph wipes at his flour-covered
jumper.
'2 cups.' It's mumbled around a mouthful of cookie, and if Ralph was standing
in front of him, he'd be treated to a face full of cinnamon sugar. He wrinkles
his nose and turns to the bag of flour, becoming very aware of the taller boy's
presence when Jack’s arms wrap around his waist, and his chin presses into his
shoulder, the scent of cookie washing over him.
'Uh... What else do we need?' Jack absent-mindedly rattles off the measurements
of the rest of the ingredients, barely glancing at his phone. He begins to sway
back and forth, and Ralph sighs.
'What do you want?'
'I can't hug my boyfriend?' Ralph mumbles something under his breath, then
twists to throw a fistful of flour at Jack. The redhead recoils, then narrows
his eyes. The blond turns back to the bowl, not noticing as Jack reaches into
the flour bag and retrieves his own handful.
'This means war,' his whisper is hot in Ralph's ear, and he squeals as white
covers his hair and shoulders.
'Not fair!' His voice rises high in indignance as he turns back to Jack,
swiping the flour from his hair and onto the floor, 'your hands are bigger than
mine!'
'Should've thought of that before you started this.' Jack tastes like cookie
when he kisses Ralph, and they both scramble for the first ingredient they can
find without pulling away. Before Jack can grab anything, Ralph grabs an egg
and pushes it into his hair. Jack groans in disgust as thick egg whites drip
down the sides of his head, and he wipes at his hair with flour-covered hands.
He growls at Ralph, then pushes the forgotten bowl out of the way, lifting him
almost effortlessly onto the counter. Ralph wipes egg away from his face before
kissing him with vigor, not noticing as he knocks over the open container of
cocoa powder. His hands are in his hair, despite the eggyness, and Jack presses
forward until his head knocks against the cupboards. A mumbled apolgy is lost
between their lips and hands, and more ingredients are tipped and pushed aside
in their hurry.
Jack's hands are curled in Ralph's jumper, pulling him from the counter and
down onto the floor, taking several cans with them. They land awkwardly, and
Ralph gasps into his mouth, pulling him down closer and pushing his hands up
his jumper.
They end up covered in sugar, flour, cocoa, and other ingredients, their
clothes coated and hair full of it. Jack pulls Ralph's jumper off, then kisses
his neck, ignoring the bitterness of cocoa powder on his skin. Ralph pulls at
Jack's jumper, grinds his hips up against his, a whine tumbling from his lips.
'What do you want?' Jack mumbles this into Ralph's neck. His hand works between
them and presses over his groin, squeezing gently. Ralph nods quickly, and Jack
grins, sitting back and pulling his sweater off.
'Use your words, baby.'
'I want you to fuck me, right here. Right now.'
'What's the magic word?' Jack knew he was being excessive, but he smirks down
at Ralph. The blond whines, smacking at his chest.
'Please.' Jack pulls his belt off, then removes his pants and briefs.
'Actually, it was Alakazam, but please works too.' Ralph scowls at him over his
shoulder as he turns onto his stomach. Jack grins down at his back as he works
his jeans down his hips and around his ankles, pulling them off along with his
underwear. He sits back on his heels, slowly stroking himself as he looks
around them. Finding the bottle of canola oil, strewn away but still closed and
half full, he grabs it and pours some in his hand, rubbing it over Ralph's
entrance, then his half-hard length. He caps the bottle again, then sits back,
stroking himself while staring down at the boy below him until he's fully hard.
Then, he thrusts into him, slowly, and Ralph gasps,  trying to find purchase
from the flour-covered tile below him. Jack leans down until his stomach is
pressed flush to Ralph's back, thrusting into him slowly, firmly. Ralph pushes
back against him, jerking himself quickly.
'Faster,' his cheek is pressed to the tile, eyes screwed shut and free hand
balled into a tight fist by his face. Jack grips his forearm, reaching around
him to wrap his other hand around the one that's wrapped around Ralph's member.
He does as he is told, moving his hips at a quicker, harder pace. Ralph moans
into the linoleom, lifting his hips higher into Jack. Jack kisses Ralph's
shoulder, groaning into his skin
'You're so perfect, baby. God, I'd fuck you for hours if I could - ' Jack's
murmur is interrupted by a long, low moan, and Ralph whimpers in reply,
conflicted in which way to move his hips - into their joined hands or into
Jack's hips. In the end, he remains still save for his quick strokes over his
cock. Jack moans into the crook of his neck now, breath washing hot over
Ralph's cheek.
'I'm gonna cum.' It's whispered into the tile, and Jack almost misses it.
Almost. He moans, speeding up both movements, eager to bring both Ralph and
himself to climax. Soon, Ralph comes unravelled in their hands, legs and arms
giving out as he collapses beneath Jack. Quickly, Jack releases his forearm and
holds his hips into the air, finishing with three final thrusts, peaking with a
loud moan and collapsing on top of Ralph, barely catching himself on his elbow.
He rolls off the blond, kissing his upper arm, and making a face, chest heaving
as he catches his breath.
'Flour and cocoa powder tastes like shit, man.' He mutters, and Ralph rolls
over to cuddle into his chest.
'I hope you realize that I'm not cleaning this mess.'
***** let's make a (gingerbread) home together *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Jack sits at the dining room table, and Ralph half sits on his lap, half
stands.  He's bent over a half-built gingerbread house, eyes narrowed in
concentration. His lips are pulled over his teeth, and his tongue sticks out
slightly as he pipes a thick line along the edge of the piece of gingerbread he
holds. Jack watches with a faint smile, digging his phone from his pocket as he
pops a sweet in his mouth. He snaps a picture, and Ralph's eyes dart to his for
a split second, questioning silently.
'You looked cute.' He clarifies. His phone gallery was filled with almost
nothing but pictures of Ralph, all in various places, all of him with varying
expressions. All of which Jack finds adorable.
Ralph rolls his eyes and returns his focus to the task at hand, but Jack notes
the blush creeping up his neck.
'Stop eating all the decorations.' Ralph mumbles as he fits another piece to
the newly-iced one, and Jack grins smugly at the back of his head as he pops
yet another sweet into his mouth. Without looking up, Ralph pushes the bag out
of Jack's reach, and the redhead moans, resting his elbow on the table and
propping his cheek on his hand to watch Ralph. 
'You're incredibly pretty.'
'We've established this,' Ralph hesitantly releases the back piece of the house
and bites back a grin of triumph when it stays upright, much unlike the last
three attempts, 'and we've also established that complimenting me will get you
no closer to that candy.' Jack groans again, letting his head fall to the
table. Ralph, chin resting on his hand, watches silently, unimpressed, as Jack
makes a show of reaching for the bag of sweets.
'Throwing a tantrum will get you no closer, either.' Jack slumps back in the
chair as Ralph half turns in his lap. It's his turn to grin smugly at Jack,
picking at the engraved frills on a piece of the roof.
'You know what? I take it back. You're really quite horrid to look at,
Gornick.' Ralph's brow quirks and he suppresses a grin, piping a thin line of
icing along the frill. He sucks on his teeth, clearly holding back a retort of
his own. The blond turns back to the table, setting the piece of gingerbread
down and pulling the bag of sweets back towards him. Jack watches in silence as
he places candy balls on the point of each frill with the steady hand of a
surgeon, and he has to take a moment to admire his patience. He winds an arm
around his waist, and Ralph sit back against him, taking a break. Jack kisses
his cheek, which he wrinkles his nose at. 
'I thought I was an abhorrent creature.'
'You are. But you're my abhorrent creature.' Ralph traces his fingers over the
tendons of Jack's hand, nose wrinkling further. Jack traps his hand between
his, grinning and leaning in to kiss his nose. Ralph reaches back, rubbing the
sleeve of Jack's shirt between his index and thumb.
'I thought you were building a grand gingerbread house.' It's mumbled into
Ralph's cheek, and he shrugs.
'Needs to dry for a bit.' Jack kisses his ear gently, then chews on the inside
of his cheek as he stares down at their sandwiched hands. Ralph's free hand has
dropped to his lap, lying lax between his thighs. He seems content enough in
this position, which is fine with Jack.
Ralph's head drops back to rest on Jack's shoulder, his nose pressed into his
neck. Jack looks at the scattered, yet organized, mess across the table.
'Can I have more sweets now?'
The moment lost, Ralph sits up at looks over his shoulder, pulling his hand
from between Jack's.
'Ask me after this is done.'
 
Half an hour later, Ralph uses green icing to pipe a wreath over the hole that
stood for the door. Jack compares the half-eaten gingerbread man that came with
the kit to the hole, rising his brows.
'Look at how small this hole is. Poor guy has such a nice house, and the only
reason he can get in is because he's only a torso.'
'Your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?'
'Nope.' Ralph wipes icing-covered hands on his jeans, and prepares to stand
when Jack leans in, biting his jaw. 'Will you teach me, daddy?' Ralph flushes
bright red, resembling the candies he had put onto the house, and stands
abruptly. Jack cages him against the table, leans in their noses touch and his
eyes, full of of mirth and a new discovery, slightly out of focus, are all
Ralph can see.
'Do you... Have a daddy kink, Ralph?' Ralph doesn't answer, and, impossibly,
grows redder. Jack leans back a little to study his face, and then, carefully,
wipes something from beneath his eye, then pops his index finger in his mouth.
Ralph watches closely, and Jack grins crookedly. When he speaks, the newfound
title is purposefully left out, but hanging on the end of the statement.
'You had some icing on your face.' 
Chapter End Notes
     u do not understand how hard i tried to not write jack calling Ralph
     daddy u don't understand I need a precursor for future drabbles
***** his hand is in my hair / and his smile is on my lips; / this is gonna
hurt *****
Chapter Summary
     you know how in you’re as sharp as a knife ralph nd jack couldnt be
     ~intimate~ w/o bein drunk? yeah i revisited that but not disguised
     under cliches and sweet fluff so uh. sad. wow. oh no.
     (mentions of internalized homophobia so uh. if that isn’t your
     thing??? back to sweetness tomorrow probably im just v happy today
     and like to write sad things when im happy and happy things when im
     sad)
Chapter Notes
     Henlo this is a new chapter bc i didn’t like the old one so uh. fuck
     wit ya boi some not cute things for u
     the title is from adultlescence by gabbie hanna and it’s rlly nice i
     recommend it if ur into edgy poetry that is also kinda funny at bits
Jack hated everything about Ralph Gornick.
His easy nature, his eyes. His tanned skin.
How nice his lips felt on his.
Every so often, the cold glass of Ralph's beer bottle brushes the back of his
neck, brings Jack back to the knowledge that this warmth buzzing in his stomach
was just the alcohol. That this was just the alcohol - Ralph's smile on his,
his hands on his neck, in his hair, under his shirt, his happy little noises
when he responds the way he wants him to.
Inevitably, when they wake up hungover and naked together in a few hours from
now, Ralph would collect his clothes and pull them back on, don his mask of
Straight Boy With A Perfect Life And A Perfect Girlfriend, refusing to meet
Jack's eye as he crumbles in on himself in shame. He knew it, Ralph knew it.
 
'I think I love you,' Ralph murmurs, bringing him away from the future, hand on
his cheek. Jack is silent, and Ralph laughs nervously, hugging his head to his
chest, 'I do. I do - there's no I think. I do love you.' Jack looks up at him,
knows what he wants to hear.
Forcing himself to smile, he simply kisses him again, and Ralph pulls him down
to the bed, a pleased hum sounding deep in his chest when Jack works his shirt
off him. He keeps his eyes trained on the mattress by his head, knowing that
when their eyes meet, he'll crumble. Like he does every moment Ralph bothers to
look at him. He'll meet his eyes, and crumble, declare his love for him and
proclaim his loyalty, and come morning he would be alone and Ralph would be
overcompensating for the things said under the cover of night, pinning his
girlfriend against walls in the school halls, bite her bottom lip and kiss her
right in front of him, watching him out of the corner of his eye.
Once, he had intervened, and Ralph had punched him in the eye, pretending he
was coming for his girlfriend and not him, pretending that he hadn’t, for a
split second, turned into him too.
'Look at me, Jack,' He whispers, and Jack is once again jerked to the present.
He looks at his forehead and frowns, fingers tightening around his upper arm.
'Please.  I can’t stand it when you do this.'
'How do you think I feel? Huh? Every fucking day, Ralph,' He finally looks at
Ralph, pulling back and pushing his hands down his face, 'Every day, I have to
watch you pretend to be something you aren't. Every day. You pretend to be
something you aren’t, and I can’t do anything to stop you.' Ralph grabs for
him, whines when he pulls back further.
'Please don't leave me,' He whimpers, sitting up and wrapping his arms around
his shoulders. Jack can't make himself pull away, not again, so Ralph pulls him
closer, kissing along his jaw. 'Please, Jack. I'll do anything.'
'Anything?' Ralph nods desperately, and Jack frowns.
'I'll - I'll break up with Whitney. I'll...' He stops fully, pushing his face
into his neck. Jack knows what he'll say, '... I'll come out. Tell everyone
that I'm... I'm something and that I love you, we can be public and happy and
together, Jack. Please.' His thumbs rub over the back of his neck, and Jack
swallows thickly.
He knows that Ralph was just saying what he wanted to hear, and he was never
going to do any of those things. But just hearing him say those words sent
chills down his spine.
'I love you, Jack. I'd do anything for you.' Jack clenches his jaw, then looks
down at him, cupping his hand over his cheek. He bends down and kisses his
forehead, then down his nose, then kisses him gently, mouth opening almost
immediately when Ralph's tongue pushes against his lips.
'Okay,' He murmurs, letting Ralph pull him back down to the bed.
 
And, of course, all his predictions come true the next morning.
He's woken by Ralph, carefully lifting his arm from his shoulder and sliding
from bed.
'Hey,' He murmurs, watching him pull his briefs on. Ralph immediately flushes,
searching the floor for his jeans, 'Do you wanna stay for a bit?' He knew he
wouldn’t answer, but he wanted him to feeling guilty for different reasons as
he left today.
'Can't,' He grunts.
'When are you gonna tell people?' Ralph doesn't answer, doing his fly up again
and pulling his belt on. Jack sits up, 'Are you gonna tell people?' Ralph
finally finishes getting dressed and turns on him, flushed and furious and sad.
He storms over and grabs his face, hauling him in for a hard kiss. It's over
before Jack can react.
'I love you,' He croaks, pulling away and pushing the heels of his hands
against his eyes. No one speaks until he's at the door, where he looks back
into the room, back at him. This whole moment has thrown Jack for a loop, 'So
don't say I can't say that.'
 
***** high above the city lights *****
Chapter Summary
     Fresh out of college, Ralph and Jack buy themselves an apartment, and
     decide to break it in in the past way possible. ;)
It took them six months to find themselves a decent apartment close to both
their jobs. The one they finally do find is tiny, with a bedroom that you could
barely breathe in, a bathroom so small that the shower was practically in the
toilet, and a kitchen with space for only one person to move around
comfortably. The living space was the biggest space in the apartment, though
not by much. It was filled with shitty, cheap Ikea furniture and even shittier
appliances that came with the apartment. But it still had a sort of charm - as
Ralph put it - and was in much better shape than others around the city that
were in their price range.
 
Jack hauls in boxes filled with brightly colored decorations, various dishes,
and electronics collected over the years. Ralph has two suitcases tucked under
his arms, and one clutched in each hand. Jack drops one of the smaller boxes on
the kitchen island with a noise of the objects inside hitting one another and
tumbling over. Ralph winces and glances over his shoulder as he pushes into the
bedroom and drops the suitcases on the bed.
'Careful.' He murmurs when Jack joins him in the room as he looks out the
window, arms sliding around his waist, lips hot on his neck.
The view from their bedroom window left much to be desired, giving them a view
of nothing but dirty street and people walking around, going about their day.
Jack pulls Ralph back from the window, taking him with him as he plops down on
the bed.
'We finally have a decent sized bed to fuck in.' Ralph grins at this, tracing
his fingers over Jack's arm as he nuzzles into his neck.
'Wanna try it out?' Jack stills at this, and Ralph feels the grin grow against
his skin. 
 
And in the blink of an eye, the suitcases are shoved off the bed, and onto the
carpeted floor,
Jack climbs on top of him, popping each button of his shirt open with fast
fingers, hot lips trailing over his skin. Ralph whimpers and tangles his
fingers into Jack's curls, his hips rolling up into the air in an attempt to
gain some sort of friction. Jack’s name is moaned as the shirt is spread open,
and Jack sits back to look at him, pushing the shirt from his torso.
'Why are you stopping? You've seen me how many times?' Jack grins, gripping
Ralph's wrists and pinning them above his head, leaning down to kiss his chest.
'Not enough.' He murmurs, and Ralph lets out a sharp sigh, cheek in his hair.
Jack runs a hand down his stomach, stopping just above his waistband.
'Jack, please don’t tease,'
'What can I say? I love seeing you all hot and bothered.' Ralph whimpers,
keeping his wrists above his head as Jack sits back once again, pulling his
shirt over his head. He can hear Ralph's breathing shallow, and he grins,
lifting Ralph up off the mattress, kissing his ear, nibbling the lobe gently.
Ralph shivers, arching against him as he shakes the shirt from his arms to pool
at his waist.
'You've seen me how many times?' He whispers when Ralph pauses for a moment to
look down between them. Ralph mumbles something that Jack can't quite make out,
blindly fumbling at Jack's belt, pulling it free. Jack pulls back enough to
press his forehead flush to the blond's, staring at their laps.
Ralph unzips the fly on his jeans, breathing shaky. Jack brings his hands to
his cheeks, running his thumbs across his cheekbones as he lifts his hips high
enough off the bed for Ralph to wiggle the jeans down his hips and around his
knees. They're tossed across the room then, along with Jack's boxers, and Ralph
rises onto his knees to remove his own pants. Jack lets his hands fall to
Ralph's shoulders, and he watches with bottom lip clamped between his teeth as
the shorter boy strips.
When they're both naked, Ralph moves to lie back down, when Jack stops him.
'I want to look at your face. Stay in my lap.' Ralph rises a brow, sitting back
on his heels a foot away.
'We're supposed to be breaking in the bed, and you want to take up the least
amount of space? We might as well move to the couch if that's the plan.' Jack
says nothing, straightening his legs and beckoning Ralph over. The blond sighs,
then climbs into his lap.
'You can't reach my dick like this. How am I supposed to get off?'
'I thought you were into intimacy and romance - all that gay shit. How much
more romantic can it get then gazing in each others' eyes as I fuck your brains
out?'
'Wow - watch out, Shakespeare.' Ralph drapes his arms over Jack's shoulders,
peering into the small space between their chests in an attempt to watch as
Jack blindly guides himself into him.
A long, low moan leaves him when Jack slides up until he's fully seated in him,
his eyelids fluttering shut as he move his hips up and down.
'Look at me. I want you to watch me.' Ralph does as he's told, eyes on Jack's.
Jack's brow is furrowed in intensity. His eyes are stranglely focused - Ralph
always saw them as glazed during sex. He chews on the inside of his cheek, eyes
flicking between Ralph's face and the small space between them. Jack then sighs
and pulls him closer until their stomachs touch. It's harder to focus on the
redhead's face now, but Ralph tries, tugging at the curls at the base of his
neck as he studies his face.
'You're so perfect.' It clearly catches Jack off guard, for he stops the slow
thrusts he had been making. Ralph shifts the angle, and moans loudly,
momentarily forgetting his comments. When his attention is turned back to Jack,
he notices a bright blush on his cheeks, and he smiles, rolling his hips harder
against his cock.
'I love you, Jack. I love how you hate getting compliments, I love how you - '
Ralph gasps as Jack shakes himself from the stupor and begins moving up into
him - ' I love... how you blink. How you breathe. How you exist.' He pitches
forward to kiss the redhead.
'I love you, too.' It's almost lost in the kiss, but Ralph catches it. Holds it
close, even if they said the three words every day. When they pull apart, Ralph
notices that the focus in Jack's eyes has shifted and been replaced with the
familiar glazed eyes and open expression, and Ralph knew he was steadily
climbing to climax.
Just then, Jack wraps his arms around him and pulls him flush to his chest and
pushes his face against his shoulder. He bites down so hard that Ralph stiffens
with pain, and his nails bite into his skin.
'Fuck - I'm coming, baby, fucking - ' He snaps his hips up sharply, making
Ralph wince. Then, he spills into Ralph, hot and thick and filling him. Ralph
climbs off when Jack is finished, still surprised by the harshness of the
orgasm. He watches as the redhead comes down from his high, slightly unfocused
eyes landing on his shoulder and guilt clouding the bliss.
'Shit. Fuck, Ralph, I'm sorry - I didn't mean-'
'It's fine. You didn't mean to.' Jack kisses the bite mark, then inspects him
for any other bumps or bruises, the balls of his fingers sliding over the deep
red scratches he left on his back.
'Let me make it up to you. You didn't come, right?' Ralph nods, looking down at
his erection. Jack lowers himself, and Ralph quivers in anticipation.
The wet warmth of Jack's mouth wraps around him, and Ralph breathes in sharply,
gripping his hair, meeting his eyes as he hollows his cheeks around him.
'Shit - you're getting good at this.' Jack grins and visually warms at the
praise, bobbing his head enthusiastically. He grips his thighs so tight that
Ralph knows there will be marks the following day. He pulls back to take a deep
breath, swallowing the spit that had collected in his mouth, and allows his jaw
to rest as he strokes Ralph's spit-covered cock. Ralph moans quietly, rolling
his hips up into his hand, hooded eyes remaining on his.
'You're so beautiful down there, Jack.' Ralph uses his fingers to tilt Jack's
chin, and he feels strange saying these things instead of hearing them. But he
would hear them grunted into his ear soon enough. He slides his index finger
between his lips, watching whilst biting his lip as Jack sucks at it, before
letting it leave his mouth with a loud and satisfying popping sound.
Jack doesn't warn him when he returns to his task, and it's all Ralph can do to
not spill himself down Jack's throat then and there. He sucks with renewed
vigor, his eyes never wavering from his. Carefully, ever so gently, Jack closes
his teeth around Ralph's cock, barely applying pressure. His cock twitches in
reply, and Jack grins, pulling back to kiss up and down his length. He begins
stroking him again, sucking at the sensitive head.
It doesn't take long for Ralph to unravel after that, dissolving into a mess of
thrusting hips as he spills into Jack's mouth. Jack gags, and leans over to the
nearby trash, spitting the mouthful out. Ralph kisses him, ignoring the taste
of himself on his mouth, and Jack grins into the kiss.
'Fuck, I love you a lot,' Jack whispers, 'I can't wait to start this life with
you.'
***** my fingers are in your hair / so let’s cut the small talk *****
Chapter Notes
     another complete rewrite
Ralph isn't quite sure what led to this sequence of events, but he certainly
isn't complaining.
Crammed into a bathroom stall at a bar, another's hands on his waist, hot mouth
on his neck, Ralph presses to the stall door and grabs for the boy's hair.
It might be the five shots of tequila running through his veins, but the
redhead who smiled at him across the bar was insanely cute.
And an insanely good kisser.
'Can I fuck you?' The redhead whispers against his neck, already pulling his
belt free. Ralph nods, pulling his hair harshly when his hand slips down the
front of his jeans. The boy curses, then laughs hoarsely. 'Fiesty, huh? I could
deal with that.' Suddenly, Ralph's feet aren't under him, and the boy's hands
are on his arse. He bites at his jaw, grinding up against him with focused
intent.
'What’s your...Your name,' He manages, and the boy laughs again, strained and
quiet.
'I've told you my name,'
''m drunk.'
'I think we skip the small talk then, hot stuff. Names don’t matter, as long as
you're screamin' something for me.'
'I'd... I'd prefer it was your name.’
'Jack,' He finally whispers, and Ralph whines, face pushing into his neck and
fingers pressing over his shoulder blades. Jack gets his bottoms down around
his thighs, a spit-slicked finger working into him and making him arch into him
and moan.
'Fucking - shit.'
'I don't have any lube, so I think we gotta settle for just my hands.' Ralph
nods and rolls his hips down into his hand. 'Shame, though. I'd like to see you
stretched around my cock.'
'Maybe we should - fuck - do this again.'
'Maybe we should. After all, your hole feels so fucking good around my finger.
Imagine what it would feel around my cock.'
'It feels good?'
'Yeah. So fuckin' good and tight and fuckin’ warm, holy shit baby.' Jack lets
him down and turns him around, pushing him to the stall door with one hand and
working another finger into him. Ralph cries out, loud and keening and breaking
at the last second. 'Relax, beautiful. Take a breath, it's okay,' Ralph's chest
is heaving and his cock is straining against the door.
'Fuck, that feels so fucking good,' He manages, and Jack kisses the space
between his shoulder blades.
'Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.' Ralph does as he's told, hand
working over his cock with brisk, hard strokes. Jack's fingers crook in him and
he cries out, bucking into his hand. Behind him, there's the sound of a zipper
being pulled down, then the slick sound of a hand working over another cock.
'You're so goddamn hot, baby. Wanna come all over you, paint you white.' Ralph
moans and pulls his shirt up under his arms, bucking against the stall door.
'I'm close. I'm already so close, fucking - '
'Come for me, Ralph. Show me how you come, baby.' Ralph climaxes with a hoarse
cry of his name, slumping against the stall door. Jack's hand pulls away, but
he can still hear him working at himself, his soft noises filling the bathroom.
Without warning, he spills onto his back with a groan, then steps away, pulling
his pants up.
He takes his hand, pulls a Sharpie from his jeans pocket, and writes something
down.
'There's my number. Give me a call when you wanna do this again. Clean yourself
up, hot stuff.'
***** you and i / safe from the world / though the world will try *****
Chapter Notes
     late night snuggles nd spooning (◡‿◡✿)
Jack was used to waking up with hair in his mouth. Whether it was his, Ralph's,
or both, it was a common occurrence.

The room is dark when he's jostled awake, and he blearily looks around the
room, pulling someone's hair from his tongue. Ralph shifts against him, moving
Jack's arm around and pushing against it like he would a pillow, and Jack
groans, notifying him of his state.
'If you're so uncomfortable I can move my arm.' His voice is rough with sleep,
and Ralph shakes his head, pushing his cheek to Jack's upper arm.
'No. You're comfy.'
'Clearly not, if you're trying to fluff me like a pillow.' Jack's voice is
slurred, and he tucks his nose into the warmth of Ralph's neck.
'I'm fine.' Jack shrugs and rests his head back upon the pillow, sinking back
into a light doze.
 
He wakes an hour or two later to Ralph moving against him again.
'Have you even slept at all tonight?' Ralph doesn't answer, stilling against
him. He presses the side of his nose to Jack's wrist, and sighs.
'Can't.'
'Wanna talk?' Ralph shakes his head, then turns in Jack's arms. Jack waits for
his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, and even when they do, he can
barely make his face out.
'No. I just wanna watch you sleep.'
'Creepy much?' Jack mumbles it around a long yawn, and Ralph shrugs.
'You don't look all stressed and pissed when you're asleep. It's a good look
for you.' Jack hums, kissing at Ralph's cheekbones and eyelids.
'It's you that is the destressor in my life.' He cups his cheek, sweeping his
thumb over his skin, tipping his face down close to Ralph's. Ralph wraps his
arms around Jack's middle, curling his fingers into the redhead's shirt. Jack
hums as Ralph tucks his head under his chin, combing his fingers through his
hair gently, rubbing his fingers into his scalp slowly, idly.
Jack's lid are heavy, so he closes his eyes, fingers never pausing, running
through Ralph's hair, down his spine and up his ribs, slipping in and out of a
light sleep as he does.
Ralph listens to his heart as he waits for sleep to come, encompassed by the
steady beat and his familiar warmth. He matches his breath to Jack's, listening
to it slow then return to normal, then slow again. The fingers in his hair and
running over his back feel nice, comforting him and lulling him into a near-
doze, sleep edging towards him but not quite taking him, and Ralph sighs,
squeezing his eyes shut and hoping that that would help sleep come over him. 
Jack's breathing has deepened and slowed, and his fingers slow to a crawl, then
a full stop, hands still tangled in his hair and pressed to his lower back.
Ralph tries not to fidget, knowing that if he was woken a third time that
night, the redhead's patience would begin to wear thin.
So Ralph pushes his cheek further into Jack's chest and finally falls asleep.
***** late nights, cold nights (cold coffees) *****
Chapter Notes
     coffee shop au!!!
     title is temporary but knowing me not so temporary
Every time that Jack had the late shift, the blond would be there. Sitting in
the same spot at the bar, stuff spread across half the surface, reading glasses
sliding down the bridge of his nose. He wondered if it was just a coincidence,
but he never talks to him beyond when he happened to take his order.
Every time, the blond would order a large iced coffee with two milks and three
sugars, no matter the weather. He would mumble his name softly - Ralph - and
slide into his seat, pulling out a textbook, a notebook or a laptop, and put
his headphones in. His music plays loud enough that Jack can hear it if he
strains, but he doesn't mention it.
Ralph would wait for his order, and then, if it was slow, Jack would pretend to
scroll on his phone, and pretend that he wasn't staring at the way the blond's
lips wrapped around his straw.
 
That night, Ralph was the only customer sitting down. Others would pop in and
pop out just as quick, hunching in the light snow with steaming coffee in their
hands. But Ralph sits at the bar, sipping at his frigid drink. Someone calls
him, and he quickly denies it, and Jack tries not to stare as the person calls
him again, then again. Finally, the blond answers, his voice still that soft,
sweet tone, but edged with annoyance.
'Yes dad. I'm just at - No, dad. I'm not with anyone. I don't care that it's
getting late - I'm not coming home when she's over!' Jack, knowing that some
personal things were going to be said, returns to the half-made drink and turns
on the loud steamer, effectively shutting out Ralph's voice for the moment.
When the coffee is completed, Jack tries not to listen in as he hands the to-go
cup across the counter and watches the middle aged woman pull on her gloves,
smiling at him tightly as she hunches her head and walks out the door to
winter's awaiting winds.
 
A few hours later, Ralph is still sitting there, on his third large coffee, and
getting visibly more annoyed with each noise his phone makes. At each chime, he
sets down his pencil and angrily tap a reply in, and then grumble something as
a quick reply comes in. Jack glances at his own phone for the time.
He taps his index on the counter to get Ralph's attention, tilting his head
towards the door as he pulls the knot at the back of his apron free.
'We're closing now. Sorry.' The blond visibly pales at that, stuttering out
what Jack thinks is meant to be an excuse.
'Oh. W-well, I... I.' Jack stares at him sympathetically, hanging up his apron.
'Do you need a ride home?' Ralph jumps at that, then chews at his lip, staring
at the blank page in front of him.
'I don't want to go home.' His answer is so quiet that Jack almost misses it,
but he hears it, just barely. He fishes his keys from his pocket, looking at
the other boy in concern.
'Do you have any place to crash?' Ralph shakes his head, and Jack heaves a
sigh, looping around behind the counter and holds the door open, gesturing with
his head for Ralph to leave the shop.
'Alright. I have a couch.'
'I don't even know you.'
'I'm Jack, I hate my job, and if you don’t want to sleep on my couch, I can
drop you at home. What will it be?' Hurriedly, the other boy pulls on his coat
and gathers his things, ducking under Jack's arm before he swings the door shut
and locks it behind them. He stands close to Ralph, hands in his pockets,
waiting as he types something in his phone, and turns it off before he can get
a response.
'Ready to go?' He tries not to shiver in the chill, but Ralph notices.
'You don't have a coat?'
'Forgot it today. I'll warm up in the car.' The car's headlights flash as he
unlocks it, and wonders if he should open the door for Ralph. This isn't a
date. You're just letting him crash at your place for the night.
He slides into the driver's seat and puts the key into the ignition, pausing to
press his hands against the warm air coming from the vents.
'You can listen to something. If you want.' He motions to the silent radio
awkwardly with his elbow as he pulls his hands from the vent, rubs them
together briskly, then blows on them, before pulling out of his parking spot.
Ralph quietly fiddles with his radio for a bit, then settles on some talk show
that Jack has never heard before. He doesn't question it, driving quietly with
the host's perky voice filling the silence.
 
15 minutes later, Jack pulls into his apartment building's parking lot,
pocketing his keys and getting out. He waits for Ralph at the door, letting him
in.
They don't acknowledge the doorman, who doesn't acknowledge them as they enter
the waiting elevator and ride it up to the 5th floor.
 
Jack's studio apartment is small and cramped, but has a decent view of the city
skylights. His father paid for his rent, as a sort of apology for not
necessarily being present in his earlier life, except for paying child support,
so he only kept the job at the coffee shop to afford groceries.
'I could make some coffee. But I dunno if you refuse to drink it like it’s
meant to be, so.' Ralph quietly takes in the small room, smiling to himself as
he carefully sets his bag down on Jack's overstuffed arm chair, as if he feared
that the piece of furniture would explode with the slightest of pressure
applied to it.
'I'm fine. Had too much today, anyways.' Jack shrugs to himself, and walks to
the small kitchen.
'Oh. Um. I'm Ralph. By the way - I should’ve. But you knew that. Because of the
- the coffee.' Jack rifles in his fridge, pretending not to notice the bumbling
of his sentence.
'You want anything to eat? I need to get groceries soon, but I make a mean bowl
of cereal.' Ralph shrugs, giving him a small smile.
'I could eat.'
 
Ralph sits cross-legged on his sofa, with his feet tucked beneath him, and he
holds his bowl close under his chin. Jack notices that his lips wrap around the
spoon in the same delicate, careful way as they do around a straw, and he chews
at his own bottom lip, staring down at his phone.
 
After they've finished their cereal, and he's washed out the bowls, he gives
Ralph a blanket and two pillows from his single storage closet, and he checks
the lock, closes the window.
'Oh. Um. I should probably - do you want the bed? You're a guest, and - '
'I'm fine out here.'
'Alright.'
'Thank you.' Ralph says suddenly, and Jack hums, in a questioning sort of way,
and Ralph continues in his bumbling fashion; 'For letting me stay here, I mean.
It's, uh, really nice. Since I could be a murderer - which I'm not! - and could
totally like, molest you or steal all your stuff while you sleep - which I
won't - and you don't know me, so... Yeah. It's... A nice thing.' He slowly
peters to a stop, then bites at the nail of his thumb, looking at his lap. Jack
resists the urge to laugh.
'You're welcome,' He gestures to his dresser, then the bathroom door, 'you
could borrow some of my clothes, if you want. Change in there.' Ralph declines,
and he shrugs, taking his own pajamas into the bathroom.
When he comes out in his usual sleep attire of low-riding sleep pants and no
shirt, his toothbrush hanging from his mouth as he tosses his dirty clothes in
his hamper, he wonders if the feeling of being stared at is just his
imagination. He quickly finishes brushing his teeth, turns off the lights,
except for one lamp so Ralph could see his way around if he needed, and climbs
into his bed.
'G'night, Ralph.'
'Night.'
***** you got that medicine i need *****
Chapter Notes
     i wanted to do a throwback to my three og drabbles so uhh pwp
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Although he's never admit it, Ralph liked this power imbalance. On his knees in
the hot sand, with Jack standing above him, staring down at him intensely. He
squirms under his gaze, blinking up at him innocently.
Jack Merridew's fingers are locked tight in Ralph's hair, pulling tight, to the
point of near-pain. The blond bites at his lip to stifle the wince, and he
hears the redhead breath in sharply, shakily.
'Fuck, baby boy. You know what that does to me.' His voice trembles and has a
darkness in it that has Ralph harden in his shorts. Jack leans down, pulls
Ralph up to press their lips together in a bruising kiss, his fingers digging
into his scalp. Then, Jack's teeth find Ralph's bottom lip, and clamp until the
skin breaks, and Ralph whimpers, softening into him. He pulls back, licks the
blood from his lip, then straightens up to look at him, fingers loosening in
his hair.
'What am I gonna do with you, pretty boy?' He has set a lazy drawl to his tone
as he casually studies Ralph's features, running his thumb across his swollen
lip, under his eyes.
God, how could someone who looked so innocent be so sinful?
After much consideration, he clicks his tongue and sinks to his knees to get to
Ralph's level. He grabs his cheeks, pulls him in for another bruising kiss, and
the shorter boy moans into his mouth, grabbing for his arm.
'I wanna fuck you until the only thing you know is how to do is scream my
name.' Ralph nods vigorously when Jack pulls back, chasing after his lips for a
split second.
'Turn over.'
 
They strip each other of their clothes quite quickly, and Ralph settles onto
his forearms, cheek pressed to the baked earth. Jack presses his cock to his
entrance.
'You ready, pretty boy?' Ralph nods, reaching back and spreading himself with
his hands, mumbling an affirmative into the hot sand. Jack doesn't warn him
before he thrusts in, and if Ralph had been at any other angle, he would've
gone sprawling forward. Jack doesn't wait for him to collect himself, thrusting
into him with short and harsh thrusts, and Ralph moans into the sand, arms
going slack and dropping to his sides.
'Fuck, baby boy - you're so fucking hot - so pretty -' Jack leans down and
bites at his shoulder, effectively cutting off the words rolling off his
tongue, if only for a moment, '-you're such a pretty little boy. My pretty
boy.' He bites and sucks at his skin until it bears a dark hickey. Ralph's skin
tastes of dirt and salt and the unrelenting sun, but Jack knows he would be no
better, perhaps worse. He speeds up the movement of his hips and Ralph wails
with pleasure, fingers digging into the soft sand. One of Jack's hands finds
Ralph's hair, balling in tight and pulling, the other bruisingly tight over the
chief's hip.
It becomes evident in his erratic movements that he nears climax, dissolving
into a moaning, cursing mess above Ralph.
 
Without a warning, Jack comes into Ralph with a low moan of his name, and he
pulls out, taking a shuddering breath to collect himself, if only somewhat.
Realizing that Ralph hadn’t had an orgasm yet, Jack pushes him back into the
position and pushes three fingers into him, using his other hand to jerk him
off quickly and sloppily.
'When I said I'd fuck you until you forgot your name, I didn't mean I would do
it exclusively with my cock.' He growls it into his ear, then nips at the
sensitive skin, and Ralph moans, clearly not listening, moving his hips back
into his fingers, then forward into his hand.
It doesn't take long for him to spill onto the sun-baked earth, collapsing in
on himself when he's emptied, breathing hard. He's covered in sweat, face
streaked with dirt, lip bleeding. Jack, having smoothed himself over to as
close to perfection as he can get, caught his breath, and recovered from his
orgasm, dresses calmly and casts a glance to the Ralph, eyes cool and face
collected.
'You might be Chief, but you still belong to me,' He says softly, leaving Ralph
to recover on his own.
Chapter End Notes
     yeah i used a title that I’ve used before but I deleted it a year ago
     so no one is gonna remember the original fic that was titled with
     this
***** late nights, cold nights. (cold coffee) - part 2 *****
Ralph wakes with a feeling a brief confusion, the unfamiliar smell of week-old
cigarette smoke and strong coffee grinds catching him off guard. The light
filling the room is much too bright for his single window, and he looks around
in tired bewilderment, belatedly registering the blaring of an alarm, sounding
from across the room, and in turn, belatedly realizes he isn't in his bed.
Someone across the room groans, and the creak of a bed signals someone sitting
up, the alarm shut off mid-ring.
'Mornin'.' Ralph jumps, looks across the room. The redheaded barista, the nice
cute one - Jack - sits up in the bed, sheets pooled around his waist. He is
shirtless, and Ralph tries not to stare.
(Again.)
'How'd you sleep?' Jack pushes the covers back, and Ralph is both relieved and
disappointed that he isn't naked. The blond settles back on the pillows,
pulling his phone from his bag as the redhead stretches, yawns, and shuffles
into his bathroom.
When he turns on his phone, he is surprised that it lacked the usual amount of
missed calls and texts that he received from his father after doing something
he wasn't supposed to and shutting off his phone to ignore his reply. Only one
notification sits on his screen. 
 
 
     [DAD : 32 minutes ago] Do that again and I'll transfer you to America
     to live with your mother's parents.
 
Ralph sets his jaw and resists the urge to throw his phone across the room,
instead leaping from off the couch, combing his fingers through his hair to
tame the wild bedhead, no matter how poorly.
Jack slips from the bathroom, fixing the jeans he must've put on in there, a
red t-shirt in his hands. He's still shirtless, however, seemingly forgetting
that he was in the company of a stranger.
Ralph says nothing as he slips by him into the bathroom, and stays in there for
at least five minutes before and after he's finished. With nothing to do, he
puts down the toilet seat and sits, staring at his feet and counting to 100
multiple times.
 
When he comes out, the redhead is fully dressed - Ralph takes a moment to thank
any god listening - and half in his fridge, searching through it and taking
random things out, sniffing and shrugging or wincing before setting it on the
counter.
'Do you work today?' Ralph glances at the clock on the stove, noting the
ungodly hour. Jack shakes his head and wipes his nose on the back of his hand.
'Want me to drive you home? I need to get groceries.' Ralph shrugs, chewing at
his thumbnail and considers his options.
'Sure. If it isn't out of your way.'
'There's plenty of grocery stores all over the city. I'll go to whichever is
closest to your house. Or a friend's house. Or wherever.' Jack throws an armful
of containers into a garbage can under the sink, dumping the rest of the pile
back into his fridge, nudging it closed with his hip.
'Ready to go now?'
'It's a quarter to seven. Nothing is gonna be open.'
'Where do you live?' After being told his address, Jack pauses to think.
'They'll be open by the time I get you there. You wanna go home, right?
Everything is okay now?' Ralph nods slowly, even though he is trying to figure
that out himself, and Jack removes his keys from where they dangle from a key
rack by the door. He swings them around his finger a few times as he pushes his
feet into his boots. The redhead then shoves them in his pocket and buttons his
coat up to his chin, leaning on the door as Ralph quietly slips into his own
boots and does up his own coat, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
Jack opens the door for him, accompanied with a stupid little flourish of his
hand, as if to say This way, my lord, or some other corny thing. Ralph slips
through the wide-open frame quickly, trying not to press to the wood on the far
side as he does, and waits for the elevator to come.
 
The same doorman that was there last night is there again, a half-eaten bagel
in his hand as he taps away at his monitor. Jack mock-salutes him, says his
name, and the doorman grunts in reply.
 
Out in the parking lot, Ralph watches his breath come out in white puffs in the
chilled morning air as he waits for Jack to fish the keys from his pocket and
unlock the car.
When he turns on the car, the same talk show floats through, the morning host's
calmer voice replacing the woman from the night before. Although Ralph listened
to the channel regularly, he could never remember the hosts' names, although he
was sure they were probably generic. Jack sniffs and then yawns, stretching
behind the wheel as best he can, then starts driving.
 
Driving makes Ralph anxious, even though he'd been doing it since he was 16.
Whenever he does, he sits tense in the driver’s seat, fingers locked tight and
exactly at the accurate positions, no matter how many times his friends told
him to relax.
Jack was a different story. His shoulders are loose and his fingers lax around
the faux-leather, his index tapping on the top of the wheel with the beat of
the upbeat song that now floats through the car's speakers. His eyes dart about
the road, although there are barely any cars, alert even with his apparently
relaxed demeanor.
Ralph decides he likes that about Jack.
 
The drive is as silent as it was the night before as he drives across town to
drop him outside of his house. He bends down to look at Jack, who is slouched
over the steering wheel to meet his gaze.
'Alright. Cheers, then.'
'Cheers.'
 
A while later, Ralph shuts himself in his room to avoid his father, sets up at
his desk to revise for his finals - although he had spent at least four hours
at the coffee shop the day before, he had gotten little done. He flips to the
page he had it open to the night before, expecting it to be blank. Instead, he
finds a phone number and ten words, small and neat and written across the page
at a diagonal.
 
 
     20 3482 4809
     if you ever need a place to crash just call me
     -jack
***** title??? fuck no lmfao *****
Jack hopes the blush on his cheeks isn't too apparent.
Ralph's father and his fiancé sit across the table, the trio making idle
conversation over chicken and waters. Every time Jack glances at Ralph, he is
calm, face in a serene smile as he speaks to his future step-mother about
school, stabbing at his salad with one hand.
Acting as if his other hand wasn't wrapped around Jack's cock.
Jack tries not to make any sound, and he's glad that no one directly addresses
him, as he's sure his voice would be strangled and weak. Ralph's thumb trails
over the head of his cock in the way that usually has him moaning and
dissolving like warm putty in his hand. But now, his knees just jump up to
knock up against the underside of the dining table, rattling the dishes, and
Jack takes a long gulp of water to hide his moan, apologizing hurriedly when he
swallows. He looks sideway at Ralph, who's face is one of innocent concern,
both emotions feigned impressively well.
'You alright, babe?' He has released his cock and has his utensils hovering
over his barely-touched chicken, poised to slice. Jack nods and takes another
drink. Conversation starts up again, and Ralph carefully slides his napkin from
his lap into Jack's,  covering his cock with it, and stroking him slowly,
teasingly as he chews on a green bean. Jack cuts into his half-eaten chicken
breast and hopes desperately that the arousal isn't too apparent on his face.
He covers a moan that threatens to spill out with a cough as the woman seated
across from him turns her attention to him.
'So, Jack, what do you do for fun?' Jack pauses, chewing on his lip.
'I used to do choir.' He shrugs a shoulder, and the woman smiles pointedly.
'Do you seek to persue a career in music?'
'I'm not quite sure what I want to do yet, ma'am.'
'Well, son, there's plenty of time to figure that out,' Ralph's father
interjects, and Ralph's hand stills as if he knows what's coming next, his
muscles coiling, 'Ralph here is in the same boat.'
'I know what I want to do, dad.' The tone that Ralph adopts reveals that it was
a conversation that he had many times with the elder Gornick. He opens his
mouth to continue, but all that comes out is a quiet yelp, and his future step-
mother glares at him, as if to say Not now. Ralph sinks down in his seat, but
picks up the motions of his hand, an angry expression on his face that tells
Jack that he wants him to come so they can finish their dinner and disappear
into his room.
Jack bites down on his lip, easily peaking and spilling into the napkin, his
grip tightening around his fork. He watches, in a half daze, as Ralph balls up
the used napkin and slips it up his sleeve to get rid of later, then helps Jack
resituate himself, covering the zippering of his fly by clearing his throat.
'So, Eleanor, how is the flower shop going?' Jack finishes his chicken quickly,
downing the rest of his water as the woman lights up at the change of subject
to something more favourable than Ralph's desired career path.
 
Thirty long minutes later, after everyone is finished and the table is cleared,
Ralph and Jack stand.
'We're going upstairs. I'll leave the door open.' The adults don't acknowledge
him, and he herds Jack into the hall, pausing by the waste basket to all-too
obviously drop the cloth napkin into it.
'Goodnight, dad.'
***** i wanna skin you with my tongue *****
Chapter Notes
     it’s been a year since i first wrote my??? faves i luv my gals
     rewrote it but the idea is still there
Ralph and Jack practically fall into the former's bedroom, laughing and
grinning so wide their cheeks hurt.
Jack pushes Ralph up to her door, pushing it closed in the process. Her hand
works up her uniform blouse, palm curving against her breast as she kisses her
firmly.
'You're so fucking hot,' She whispers, biting at her lip when she moans.
Pulling away, she unbuttons the top two buttons of her shirt before grabbing
her by the waist and hoisting her up, practically throwing her onto the bed.
Ralph gasps when she bounces, struggling to sit up on her elbows.
'Could you maybe not mandhandle me so much?' She snaps, trying to stay serious.
Jack hums and pulls her sweater vest over her head before climbing on top of
her, biting at her throat.
'I could. If only you didn't like it so much.'
'I do not!' She protests, but it weakens when Jack lifts her leg up onto her
shoulder, moving back to get a better look at her.
'How wet you are says differently - look at you, baby. You're soaked.' Jack
pushes her plaid skirt up around her hips and pulls her knickers to the side to
press a finger into her. Ralph keens, teeth pressing into her lip as she casts
a nervous glance out the window.
'Fuck, Jack, w-we can't. My dad's gonna be...' She trails off in a moan as two
of Jack's fingers ease into her, thumb pressing to her clit.
'What was that?'
'F-fuck you,' Jack hums, dropping to her knees before her, dragging her down
the bed into a better position.
'Gladly,' She reaches up to unbutton the rest of the buttons on her shirt,
spreading the garment apart so she gets a nice view of her heaving chest, the
pretty bra she wears. Then, she pulls her knees open and leans over her to
plant a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
'Ser... Seriously, Jack, we can't. I-I...' Her hand goes to her head to push
her away, but when her mouth latches to her clit, she gasps, grabbing at the
back of her head and pulling her closer. Jack smiles into her cunt, fingers
sliding over the back of her thighs.
'You taste really fucking good,' She murmurs into her, more vibrations than
anything. Ralph arches off the bed, a pathetic whimper the only sound she can
manage.
'Jack, please. I... I need you.'
'What do you need, sweetpea?' Jack lifts her face, and Ralph whimpers at the
loss.
'More. More. Something, I dunno, I dunno, please, baby.' Jack returns to her
task, a finger sinking into her cunt. Ralph's voice goes hoarse and she pushes
her cheek into the pillow. She adds another finger, supporting Ralph's hips
when she arches off the bed and into her mouth. She curses softly and screws
her eyes shut, biting her lip to muffle her moans. Jack grabs her hand, thumb
tracing along the curve of her wrist.
'You're so perfect,' She murmurs into her, humming when Ralph whimpers.
'Jack,' She breathes, pulling at her hair, painfully hard, 'Don't stop. Don't
stop, don't - I'm so close, babe, I - ' She arches further into her mouth, and
Jack starts to hum whatever song she can think of, fingers working into her
quickly, the flat of her tongue pressing to her cunt.
'Come for me, baby. Lemme taste you.' As if she was waiting for permission,
Ralph cries her name as she grabs her head, squeezing her hand so tight that
Jack thinks she’ll bruise later. She eases back to watch her face contort in
pleasure, mouth open and eyes screwed shut. Her fingers slow to a stop, then
pull from her, and Ralph lowers back onto the bed, chest heaving.
'That was so fucking hot,' Ralph whispers weakly, watching Jack fix her
clothing for her.
'You should talk. I love watching you come.' She kisses her hipbone, and Ralph
reaches for her.
'C'mere. Your turn.' Jack smiles, kissing her knee before standing.
'Sorry, baby, I gotta go. Besides, your dad will be home soon.' Ralph watches
in dismay, still quivering, as Jack climbs out of her window and drops down
into the backyard, climbing over her fence and disappearing out of sight.
***** touch my mouth & hold my tongue *****
Chapter Notes
     this was gonna be one part but it was taking too long so the second
     part will be up later
The next time Jack comes over, there is no risk of parents walking in on them.
It's impromptu, the invitation murmured in an empty girls' bathroom, the stall
cramped and Jack's lips warm on her shoulder.
'Jack, we can't. Someone could walk in.' Jack holds her against the stall door,
and Ralph's muscles quiver as she grips onto her with her legs.
'I want you so bad.' Her voice is strained, and Ralph whimpers, arching into
her, fingers pushing into her hair  
'Come over after school. My dad's out of town.' Jack huffs, kissing the crook
of her neck. Her hand works into the space between their bodies and then down
in between Ralph's thighs. Ralph whimpers, pushing her face into her neck and
whispering her name. After a moment, she remembers where she is and lets
herself down, unlocks the stall as she kisses Jack, long and lingering before
slipping from the bathroom, smoothing her hair and pulling her school uniform
sweater vest back down over her stomach, fixing her skirt.
 
An hour and a half later, Ralph pulls Jack into her house. Jack twists, guiding
Ralph into the kitchen, pressing her up against the counter.
'Upstairs, baby,' She moans, and Jack picks her up, sets her on the counter,
glancing up at her as she rolls her tights down her thighs. 
'But I thought your dad was out of town?'
'He is, but... We eat here.'
'Exactly. Which is what I plan to do with you.' Ralph raises a brow, and Jack
rolls her eyes, 'Fine.' She lets Ralph down to lead her upstairs.
 
The door is barely closed behind them when Jack turns on Ralph, kneeling at her
feet and pressing kisses to her thighs. Her tights have fallen down around her
ankles, so Ralph kicks off her shoes and pulls the tights free from her feet
awkwardly, with the help of Jack. Jack pauses to toss the tights over a chair
by her dresser as Ralph unbuttons her sweater as quick as she can, fingers
stumbling over the white buttons. She pulls her arms from the garment
hurriedly, tossing it in the general direction of the chair.
The redhead turns back to the blonde, hands wrapping around her calves as she
motions with her head to move towards the bed.
'I don't want you to hurt yourself.' They shuffle back awkwardly until Ralph
can sit on the bed. The blonde hurriedly pulls her skirt down her hips and
steps out of the plaid material, sitting down and leaning back on her hands.
Jack slowly push her knees apart, and they willingly open for her. She smiles
and leans over, mouthing at her cunt over her panties. Ralph whimpers, and
wishes that she wore prettier underwear than the simple white set she had put
on in the morning. Jack doesn't seem to care, instead pulling back to kiss the
inside of the blonde's thighs, ghosting her fingers across Ralph's hipbones and
down the tops of her thighs, wrapping around her ankles. She uses one hand to
pull off the plain panties, tossing them away and pausing to look at her.
Opposed to the last time, it was clear that Jack had every intention to take
her time.
'Look at this,' Jack leans forward, releasing Ralph's ankles and slowly
spreading her lips, admiring her. 'So pretty. And it's all mine.' Their eyes
meet as her tongue flicks over her clit, and Ralph can barely contain a loud
moan.
'It's so sweet, too. Taste yourself, baby,' Jack eases her index finger into
her, then removes it and reaches up and presses the glistening finger to
Ralph's lips. Without hesitation, she takes it into her mouth. and Jack moans
long and low, pushing further into her mouth, down to the knuckle.
When she removes it, a trail of the blonde's spit follows the finger, and Jack
barely holds back a grin as she kisses the top of her thigh.
'Take your shirt off. And your bra. I want to see you naked.'
'What about you? I haven't even seen your tits yet.' Even though her tone is
indignant, Ralph pulls the tight t-shirt over her head, then unclasps her bra,
tossing them away and sitting back. Jack rises up, casting off her own sweater
and bra, and sits back to allow Ralph to look at her. Ralph smiles, satisfied
for now, then spreads her legs further, indicating at herself.
'What did you say last time? You would eat me out until I could come by you
just looking at me?' Jack shrugs, settling back onto her heels, 'Well? I'm
waiting.'
 
Jack uses the thumb and forefinger of one hand to keep her spread, the middle
finger of her other hand working in at a steady pace. She sucks at her clit,
occasionally circling the bundle of nerves with her tongue or pressing the
muscle flat against her, moving it up and down against Ralph's clit slowly,
making her squirm. The blonde's hips jerk up almost uncontrollably, toes
curling against the shag carpet on her floor. The redhead's name is repeated in
a nonsensical chant, interwoven with curses and whimpers and little gasps as
her thighs tighten around Jack's head in reflex. She pauses in her effort to
push the digit deeper, crooking it in her. She succeeds in hitting a certain
spot that makes Ralph arch up, and Jack recoils to avoid being smacked in the
mouth. She rubs at the spot as best she can, and it doesn't take much more for
Ralph to cry out. The orgasm wasn't as violent as it could be, which makes Jack
frown.
She doesn't wait for Ralph to come down from her high before sucking noisily at
her clit, spit mixing with the juices smeared over her chin. Almost
immediately, the blonde arches into her mouth.
Within minutes of her ministrations, Ralph comes noisily, her arms collapsing
from beneath her. Jack pulls back, and wipes her mouth as Ralph gasps for
breath.
'Get up.'
'What?' Jack repeats the order, and Ralph hesitantly obeys, legs quivering
beneath her. Jack lies down, and Ralph watches with a furrowed brow.
'Now, sit on my face.' Ralph slowly climbs up and straddles Jack's head. She
groans at the new angle as Jack's tongue slides into her, her arms wrapping
around her thighs and gripping the soft flesh tightly as she flicks her tongue
repeatedly against her clit.
'Oh,' Ralph practically squeaks, riding at her face, 'Oh.' Her fingers press
into her forehead, and Jack smiles into her cunt, holding her upright. 
 
They keep at it, even when Jack's neck cramps from the awkward angle, only
stopping when Ralph grows too sensitive for any more stimulation. She pushes at
Jack's forehead gently, then detaches, weakly climbing from her and lying down
beside her.
'You okay?' Jack rubs her thigh, any sexual intention vanishing as her eyes
dart over her face.
'Yeah. Fuck, baby.'
***** touch my mouth & hold my tongue (part two) *****
Ralph lies beside Jack for fifteen minutes, simply staring at the ceiling as
her chest heaves. Jack carefully loops her arm beneath her shoulders and pulls
her close. The blonde's cheek settles on Jack's chest.
'Wow,' Jack tries not to smile too smugly, her fingers combing through the
other girl's blonde locks. Ralph presses a lazy kiss to Jack's collarbone, then
nuzzles her nose into her skin.
'Don't fall asleep on me. I still need to get off.' Jack only half-jokes, a
small part of her actually concerned that Ralph would drop off and leave her to
deal with herself. Ralph murmurs something in reply that Jack can't quite
catch, her fingers smoothing over Jack's belt. Her cheek lifts from Jack's
chest, ever so slightly, and she unclasps and tugs the leather strap through
the belt loops easily.
'You're scarily good at that. It's kinda super hot,'
'Shh, baby. Stop talking for once. Just enjoy this.' Ralph's voice is soft,
lips barely moving against hers, and Jack nods slowly, registering the sharp
snap of the button on her trousers coming undone, then the sound of the fly
being pulled down. Jack lifts her hips off the bed, expecting them to be pulled
down over her hips, but Ralph simply runs her fingers over the rise of her
ribs, down the contours of her stomach, her touch feather-light. Jack stifles a
moan, biting down on her bottom lip. Ralph settles her cheek upon her hand,
elbow resting by Jack's face as she smooths her fingers across the freckled
skin.
The ends of Ralph's nails run beneath Jack's breasts then up her sternum,
parting to trace across her collarbones. Jack tips her head back and watches
Ralph's far-off expression, hardly daring to breath in an attempt to conserve
this quiet peace.
'Your skin is so nice.' Jack winces as subtly as she can when Ralph breaks the
silence, but Ralph isn't looking at her face anyways. She stares down at her
stomach, tracing what Jack thinks is a flower around her bellybutton. Jack
murmurs a negative, which Ralph chooses to ignore. She leans down, pushing the
material out of the way and pressing an open-mouthed kiss over the redhead's
hipbone. She tucks her fingers through the belt loops, pulling gently. Jack
lifts her hips off the bed as Ralph rises to her knees on the mattress, slowly
tugging Jack's slacks down over her hips and past her thighs to bunch at her
knees. Jack relaxes, sitting up against the pillows to watch the blonde as her
soft lips press butterfly-light kisses to the tops of her thighs. Their eyes
meet fo  a split second, and a soft smile spreads on Ralph's lips as she pushes
the jeans to Jack's ankles, kissing her knees with the same light touch. Jack
sighs softly, and Ralph lifts one foot from the mattress, carefully pulling the
pant leg free. She presses a light, teasing kiss to the sole, smiling when
Jack's toes twitch, then curl in when she brushes her thumb over the instep,
then repeats for the other foot. She drops the trousers to the floor by the bed
and Jack opens her legs expectantly. Ralph sits cross-legged between them,
running her hands across Jack's stomach. The redhead hisses sharply, inclining
her hips towards Ralph.
'C'mon, Ralph, baby... You're driving me crazy, here.' Ralph smiles, now
mischievous, and kisses the inside of the taller girl's knee.
'That's the point.' Jack moans, and Ralph indulges her for a moment, even if in
a minuscule way, her thumb brushing over her cunt lightly. Jack's hips jerk
instinctively towards the hand that now drifts back to her hips. The blonde
shifts her stance, and Jack, knowing what she was about to do, shifts further
up against the pillows piled at Ralph's headboards. Ralph lies on her stomach,
knees bent and feet pressed together. She rests her chin in her palms, and Jack
groans in need. Finally, the smaller girl's index finger brushes down the
length of her slit, almost hesitantly, the pressure increasing gently as Jack
reacts, trying to angle her hips to get Ralph's fingers to where she wants
them.
After a few minutes of just running her index finger up and down the length of
Jack's cunt, Ralph twists her wrist and slowly slides her middle finger into
her. Jack gasps, toes curling in on themselves. She grips at Ralph's shoulder,
blunt nails digging into her skin, pushing at her head.
She moans the blonde's name, and Ralph grins at the other girl's dissolving
demeanor, running her free hand down the inside of her thigh. She leans down
and kisses her clit, which makes Jack whimper, and crooks her finger to press
up against the other girl.
Jack curses under her breath as Ralph wraps her lips around Jack's clit, sucks
at her gently. Ralph's eyes flick up to meet Jack's, then crinkle in a sort of
smile when they find each other, and Jack moans, gripping tightly at one wrist,
gathering her long hair away from her face with the other, tucking the fair
strands behind her ears.
'You're so beautiful.' Jack's voice is strained, and Ralph is unable to reply
without pulling away from her task, so she just hums as Jack rubs her thumb
across her jaw. The vibrations of the sound makes the muscles in Jack's
thighs tense, her fingers burying into her soft hair as she curses loudly.
Gauging the reaction, Ralph hums again, longer, and Jack cries out sharply,
nails digging into the blonde's scalp.
'Keep doing that,' At Jack's command, Ralph hums again, long and exaggerated,
and Jack squirms beneath her, 'Shit! Fuck, baby, I'm gonna- I'm gonna come,'
She whimpers, fingers tangling in Ralph's hair. Ralph moves quicker, crooking
her finger and sucking at her clit noisily.
Soon, Jack cries out loudly and arches into Ralph's mouth, pulling at the hair
clutched in her hands as she shudders with the orgasm. Ralph kisses her knee
gently when she pulls away, rubbing tiny circles into her palms as Jack crashes
down from her high.
'I... I thought you'd never done that before. Fucking hell.'
***** summer lovin’ *****
Chapter Notes
     I Regret Doing This
     also - complete rewrite and uh. super quick grease au if u squint bc
     im Flirting with the idea of an au if i ever fuckin. finish my rent
     au
     SO SO SO outta topic of holiday advent but uh. I Don't Care So Fight
     Me Thanks
Jack can't stop staring at the blond on the beach. His smile, his eyes, even
the way he carries himself. It screams untapped innocence, so much
different than anyone he knows. Just what he needs.
He approaches as the sun is setting, when he's sitting on the dock, staring out
at the sea.
'Hi, um,' Although he was sure he was soft and careful, the blond still jumps,
'I um. Saw you sitting alone. And um.' He scuffs his shoe at the sun-worn wood.
Jack fucking Merridew was at a loss for words. All because of a pretty boy.
There turned to be unforeseen consequences for this boy seeming so different to
everyone else. 'Do... Do you like lemonade? I um. Bought two.' The blond takes
in his appearance, and then bites his lip, slides down the dock to make room.
It isn’t the first time that he's glad he opted to leave his jacket behind, but
this time, it had nothing to do with the August heat.
 
He tries - and fails - not to stare at the way his lips wrap around the straw
of the offered lemonade. Although in no way is the boy trying to be coy, or
attractive while drinking, it somehow makes it all the more attractive as he
delicately sets the can down and swallows, then smiles.
'It's really sweet. Is everything sweetened here?' It's the first time he's
spoken, and Jack realizes that he has a London accent.
'Oh um. Yeah, I guess. Darn Americans.' He lets out a nervous laugh, but it's
drowned out by the blond's genuine snort. He covers his mouth, dissolving in
more appropriate giggles.
'Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. That was really gross, I - ' As soon as he lowers
his hand, Jack swoops in for a kiss, pressing their lips together without a
second thought. He gasps, jerking away, biting his lip.
'I-I. Shit. Shoot - I um. Should've asked. Sorry. Shit.' The blond smiles shyly
and leans in quickly, pecking him on his lips, perfectly chaste.
'I liked it. I just didn’t expect it.'
'Could I... Could I try again?' He nods, and they lean in again, slower this
time. Their lips meet, and the blond actually hums, practically melting into
him, hand coming up to rest on his upper arm. The kiss tastes of lemonade, and
Jack can tell that this is the blond's first (second?) kiss, by the way he
holds himself, the way he kisses back. Jack takes his chin in hand, lifting it
up further, tongue running along the blond's bottom lip. His mouth opens
willingly, and he takes the invitation, guiding him along in silence.
It seems like years, but it must've been thirty seconds, a minute tops, when
they pull apart, the blond actually gasping.
'Wow.' He whispers, and Jack smiles. He takes a gulp of his lemonade, face and
neck throughly pink. Jack traces his finger down his pulse.
'Yeah.' He murmurs in response, and the blond bites his lip, looking back out
at the sea.
'I um. I should get going - it’s getting late. Will you be here tomorrow? W-
will I see you?'
'Yeah,' Jack says immediately, lamely. The blond stands, picking up his
lemonade and standing up. He's halfway down the dock when Jack suddenly
remembers his manners.
'Hey! What's your name?' He calls, and the blond looks back.
'Ralph!' He answers, barely stopping.
'I'm Jack!' Ralph repeats his name and smiles, brilliantly and broadly, lifting
his hand in farewell.
'See you, tomorrow, Jack!'
***** she belongs to the sea *****
Chapter Notes
     mermaids bc im a hoe and couldnt resist doin ONE MORE lesbian jalph
The creature's hair flowed about her head like molten gold, streaking through
the murky sea around her. Like a crocodile, only half of her face is above
water, eyes glimmering up at the sailor above. The sailor leans so far over the
side of the boat, that the lightest of pushes could send her over, lily-white
knuckles going even whiter as calloused fingers curl tight around the side of
the ship, steely eyes training on the girl who silently treads water.
'Aren't mermaids supposed to sing?' Jack doesn't mean to say it aloud, but the
girl tilts her face back to smile, teeth white and sharp. The creature swims
closer to the side of the boat, and Jack straightens up as she pulls herself
up, her tail glistening silver in the moonlight.
'Do you want me to sing?' The girl's voice is already beautiful - soft,
melodic. Jack bites her lip, then shakes her head, and she thanks any god
listening that the rest of the crew is asleep below when the mermaid pulls
herself onto the ledge of the ship wall.
Now that she was closer, Jack could see that the scales covering her tail and
covering a good portion of her torso, protecting her modesty, were different
shades of blue and teal, glimmering in the poor light. The moonlight forms a
halo behind her head and shoulders, throwing her face into shadow. A cold, ,
dangerous, heavenly God. Although the sailor cannot see her, she knows she is
looking her over like she did her, and shifts her weight from foot to foot.
'Come here, sailor.' It comes from nowhere, catching Jack off guard. When the
words register, her mouth drys and she is unable to object when the mermaid's
delicate fingers curl into her uniform and pull her closer to the edge, to her
death.
She manages to stutter out a few words as the girl gracefully pulls her on top
of her tail, and Jack cringes away from the slippery scales when plush lips
crush to hers. The redhead forgets about the fishtail, as well as the fact that
they were mere feet above a watery grave.
'I want to take you home, sailor.' The kiss has been broken, and Jack blinks,
dumbly.
'...Huh?'
'Men are too cruel, and humans are undeserving of your beauty. I have watched
this ship for days - the crewmen wish to throw you overboard - they believe it
to be bad luck to have a woman aboard.' Jack recoils, looks around.
'I'm the captain's daughter - they can't.'
'And I was the daughter of a rich man, going home. That didn't stop the men
then, and it'll hardly stop them now. Only slow them down.' Jack blinks again,
slowly, then tumbles from the girl's lap, landing heavily on her hands and
knees.
'Please. I cannot see another girl killed because of a man's cruelty. This
human form you possess can be put to rest - by your own decree.' The girl has
repositioned herself to have her fun resting on the deck, as if she means to
follow after Jack should she flee. The redhead looks from her feet to the
blonde's tawny eyes, then to the sea, seemingly endless in the moonlight.
'...Okay.'
'It's better if you strip.' Jack casts a look down at herself, then stoops to
unlace her boots. I'm sorry, father. She removes her pants, then her jacket.
I'm so sorry. Finally, when removing her shirt, she is left only in her
underclothes. I'msorryI'msorryI'm-
'I'll be waiting for you at the bottom.' Whilst Jack was undressing, the blonde
had spun so her back was to her, tail dangling over the edge. She pushes off
the edge, and Jack heads a quiet splash.
There's no sign of the girl when she steps closer, so Jack takes a moment to
fold her clothes and set them on the deck, trying not to think of her father's
face when they are found. Jack feels strangely calm when she steps up on the
ledge and pulls her shoulder-length hair from the low ponytail, shaking it
free.
And then, she steps out into open air.
***** Chapter 24 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Jack gets home, the only sound is the faint music coming from another part
of the apartment. He drops his keys onto the table by the door and hangs up his
coat, then walks into the bedroom.
'Ralph?'
'In here,' His boyfriend's voice is faint under the music playing in the room.
Jack opens the door to find Ralph lying on his stomach, in nothing but his
underwear, holding one of Jack's cigarettes between his teeth, unlit, 'Daddy.'
Jack flushes dark, plucking the cigarette from the other boy's mouth and
setting it on the dresser and taking a moment to get into character, rolling up
his sleeves.
'You know you're not supposed to play with Daddy's cigarettes, baby boy,' He
turns to find Ralph pouting playfully, and walks across the room to sit on the
edge of the bed, 'you've broken the rules. So I gotta punish you.' He pats his
lap, and Ralph climbs into it. Jack pulls Ralph's underwear down around his
thighs and rubs his rear slowly, considering his next move.
'I think... 10 would be enough, yes?' Ralph nods, 'Count them for me.'
Ralph loses count twice, resulting in a total of 20 spanks, the last especially
hard. The cheek is bright red when Jack is finished, and he rubs his hand over
the stinging flesh soothingly.
'You did well, pretty boy. Could've been better, but still okay.' Ralph
deflates at the backhanded compliment, meekly thanking him when Jack kisses his
shoulder.
'Could I make it up to you, Daddy?' Jack sighs, considering this.
'I suppose you can. Get that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock.'
Ralph only winces a little bit when he slides from Jack's lap and lands on his
knees between his thighs. He pulls the other boy's belt open and half-off, then
unbuttons his pants and pulls his half-hard cock from his briefs.
He glances up at Jack, who nods, then takes the head of his cock into his
mouth, sucking gently. Jack moans above him quietly, hand pressing down on the
back of his neck. Ralph opens his mouth further to take in more of him.
Jack's hand prevents him from bobbing his head, so he moves down until his lips
touch skin and he's trying not to gag. When he looks up, Jack's eyes are
closed, his mouth hanging open. Ralph moves to set his hands on Jack's thighs
when the redhead speaks.
'Hands behind your back, baby.' Ralph mumbles an affirmative and tucks his
hands behind his back, eyes remaining on Jack's face as he eases back up and
hollows his cheeks around his shaft. Jack groans and grips at the baby hairs on
Ralph's neck, idly wrapping his fingers around the fair strands.
'Fuck, just like that.' He thrusts up gently into Ralph's mouth as the blond
coughs and flinches. Jack releases his neck and Ralph pulls back to breathe
through his mouth and swallow the mouthful of saliva and pre-come, then he
presses a kiss to the head.
'Enough,' Ralph sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth on the back of his
hands. Jack grips him by the underarms and kisses him roughly.
'You're so fucking pretty.' It's hissed against Ralph's mouth, and the blond
moans, leaning further into the kiss. His hands are inches from Jack's cheeks,
and he whimpers when Jack's fingers wrap around his wrists and press them to
his lap.
'No touching, pretty boy. You haven't earned it.' Ralph whimpers as Jack pulls
him into his lap, his cock hard against his thigh.
'I want to make you come, Daddy,' His voice and eyes are pleading, hands balled
into fists in his lap, 'I like it when I make you feel good.'
'Soon, baby boy.' He moves him off his lap and onto the bed, gently wrapping
his hand around his throat and maneuvering him to lie down on the bed. Jack
applies the slightest of pressure, and Ralph moans, arching up into his hand.
Jack bends to kiss his collarbone. He moans into the shorter boy's skin, and
presses his hips down against his.
'Wanna fuck you so hard,' Ralph whimpers as his fingers tighten ever so
slightly, wetting his lips.
'Then fuck me, Daddy.' Jack moans, mouthing at the limited space between his
fingers and Ralph's ear. With one hand, he pulls Ralph's underwear all the way
off, and Ralph angles his hips up for Jack to enter with ease. Jack tightens
his hand around the blond's throat until Ralph moans, strained and breathy as
he eases into him. He adjusts his hold and takes a moment to break character.
'Let me know if you can't breathe or anything, alright?' Ralph nods quickly,
chewing at his lip as he stares up at Jack, making small noises as the redhead
thrusts into him slowly.
'Faster, daddy.' His voice is soft and hoarse, and Jack lets up on the
pressure, moving his hips quicker. Ralph's hands come up and grip at Jack's
wrist, trying to gain the pressure on his throat back. The taller boy doesn't
dwell on the broken rules, deciding to forget them when Ralph moves closer to
whisper against his ear,
'Fuck me until I'm raw.'
Jack could've come right then and there, but he groans and tightens his hold,
his hips snapping forward sharply, eliciting a sharp gasp from Ralph.
'Bit demanding, aren't you?' Ralph whimpers as he wraps his legs around Jack's
middles, half-lidded eyes focused only on Jack's sweaty face.
'What're you gonna do about it?' Jack raises a brow and tightens until Ralph
taps the inside of his wrist twice. Immediately, he lets up and kisses his
Adam's apple, stilling his hips.
'You good?' Ralph nods, placing his hand back around his throat as he tilts his
head back further. Jack returns to the previous tentative hold that just
restricts Ralph's breathing, and begins to move his hips in the quick, rough
motion once more.
Ralph moans once, long and needy, one hand tight around Jack's bicep as he
curses over and over. Jack smiles, biting at his ear as he speeds up.
'Fuck - I'm gonna-'
'No coming until I say so.'
'Please, Daddy.' Jack's free hand wraps around Ralph's cock and squeezes until
he lets out a shrill cry.
'I'm not sure if you deserve it, baby boy. You broke a lot of rules today.'
Ralph moans, hips snapping up into Jack's hand as he moans his name. Jack leans
in close and kisses his chest, fingers tightening around his throat.
'I'll let you come - only if you promise that you'll scream so loud that the
neighbors complain.' Ralph nods quickly, breathing hoarse and forced, 'Alright
then. Come for me, pretty boy.'
Keeping true to his promise, Ralph arches up into his hands, crying out as loud
as he can with the lack of air. Jack moans, thrusting into him a few final
times before coming as well. He groans low and arches away, before pulling out
and looking down at Ralph.
He is still lost in the orgasm, eyes screwed shut and lips trembling. Jack
releases his throat, noting the red fingerprints marring the golden skin, and
Ralph's quivering fingers entangle with his as he pulls him close, kissing him
long and hard. Jack then rolls off him and settles into the pillows, allowing
Ralph to cover his hand with both of his. The blonde breathes heavily, pressing
careless kisses over his hand and wrist as he yawns.
Jack's free hand slides across Ralph's chest when a brown eye pops open to
regard him, still-quivering lip poking out in a pout.
'Jack - you're still dressed. That's hardly fair.' Jack sighs, knowing the
other boy would not be content until he was in the same state of undress as
Ralph.
Moments later, Jack's clothes are in a pile on the floor and Ralph's face is
pushed to his bare chest. When he speaks, his words are muddled by Jack's skin.
'Thank you. Love you.'
Chapter End Notes
     marry christmasizzle my nizzle
End Notes
     for the entirety of the drabbles Ralph's last name is Gornick. Also
     for consistency's sake they'll be 16 unless specified in the certain
     drabble.
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