Kick-start my rockin', rollin' heart

[rockabillyboy]

For the last couple of weeks, he's been spending a lot of time with Poison, getting used to having him around, in his space. He's been nursing something, a warm and liquid knot behind his ribs. He's not examined it too closely. He definitely hasn't said anything to Poison about it. Sometimes, he finds himself flustered, but he pushes it down, ignores it and, eventually, it passes.

Sort of.

They'd arranged to go out and test drive the I.D that Kavinsky had made for him. Poison wanted to go dancing and Jack can get into clubs now, so...why not, right?

So he's standing on a corner, just down from the club, waiting for Poison to show. He hadn't, entirely, been sure what to wear for something like this, so he's there in black t-shirt and jeans, one of his more fitted leather jackets, boots. He's got product in his hair. Double row of eyelashes give the effect of eyeliner.

It's weird, maybe, but...he's actually kind of nervous.

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[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs, sort of, when Jack wants him to keep talking. Alright, he can do this. Maybe. Because as soon as Jack's fingers start moving like they mean it, he's having trouble stringing words together. Or thoughts.

"Ah-- uhm. Like-- like the hickey. Bruises. Uhm. Like the kinda soreness you feel after a good fuck. I mean like. I like how it feels when my hair gets pulled around, but--"

He can't quite finish that sentence, because he makes it a point to move his hips just so and Jack's fingers hit the right spot. "Fuck."

[rockabillyboy]

He makes that noise, his hips jerking, and Jack is instantly desperate to see that again. He keeps the angle of his fingers the same, pushes the fast and hard into Poison's ass. Without being told, he starts to push another one in.

"What about being held down?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison makes a sound that's almost a moan when Jack stretches him a bit more. His head drops back and he tries to keep his hips right where they are, but it's kind of difficult when he's also trying to fuck himself on Jack's fingers.

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah just-- just gotta be careful."

[rockabillyboy]

"Careful," asks Jack, pressing his fingers into Poison as smooth and as deep as he can. His free hand strokes over Poison's hip, up to his ribs as he fucks him with three fingers. He wants to hear him make that noise again. "Right."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's stomach tightens and he grabs at the blanket beneath him, just for something to fucking hold onto. "Want you in me," he gasps suddenly. "C'mon c'mon c'mon."

He reaches above his head, half pulling away even as his hips jerk towards Jack's hand.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, fuck," breathes Jack, and he plucks a condom off the blanket, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it down over his dick. He reaches for the lube, aware that he's bigger than poison, that he doesn't want to hurt him.

"Keep your hands up there?" He asks, slicking his cock and leaning it between Poison's spread thighs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh." That's about all he manages when he feels Jack rub up against him. "Fuck yes," he sighs, nudging his hips forward. Yeah he knows what he's getting into, physically, and he's as ready as he's going to get. He has to remember he probably shouldn't rush Jack though. Because this is still new for him.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack starts to ease into Poison's ass one inch at a time and it feels so good, so incredible, that he almost loses it right there and then. He catches his weight on trembling arms, balls deep in Poison's body.

"Jesus Christ."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Just-- just--" Poison is having trouble remembering his native language as Jack pushes in. He gasps sharply, nearly choking on his breath because it's good, it's so fucking good. He wets his lips and his hands tighten on the pillow he's grabbing while the rest of him tries to relax. "Just stay here a minute," he manages.

[rockabillyboy]

Doing as he's told, Jack stays still. His eyelashes flutter for a moment. Poison looks beautiful like this, the muscles in his upper arms standing out, the look on his face. Jack takes the opportunity to stare.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Holy shit you feel good," he sighs. It takes him a minute to just... yeah. And when Poison is a little more used to the feeling he nudges his hips forward. He finally opens his eyes and gives Jack a grin. "Alright," he coos. "I'm good."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack rocks his hips, pulling almost all of the way out of Poison's body before he presses back in. He bends his head, looking for a kiss but sort of wanting to make Poison chase it a little.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh fuck," he moans when Jack starts moving. He feels his lips for like half a second and leans up to catch Jack in a kiss. One hand leaves the pillow to grab the back of his head.

[rockabillyboy]

"You're supposed to leave your hands up," says Jack, breathless, starting to fuck Poison a little quicker, a little harder, as he finds his rhythm.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh," he gasps but doesn't let go of Jack right away. Eventually though his hand drops down, instead reaching to press against the headboard or wall, whatever's there, to make sure they don't run into it with the way Jack's fucking into him.

A blush spreads across Poison's cheeks and chest, wet hair stuck to his face. He tries to arch away from the bed, tries to get the angle of his hips just right. The next thrust forces a sharp, eager sound out of him and he tightens around Jack, just for a second.

[rockabillyboy]

He wants to hear Poison make that noise again. He thrusts into him, a little harder, the angle of his hips the same as before. He leans down, taking another kiss, nipping at Poison's bottom lip.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison breaks from the kiss to drop his head back. He uses the headboard to push himself toward each thrust, hips rising to meet Jack's.

"I need-- I need--" Fuck he can barely think let alone articulate. His mouth hangs open as he tries to breathe. His back hurts from trying to hold the position but it's so fucking worth it when he gets the intense thrill. "Jack 'm gonna come. Don't stop don't stop--"

Poison actually runs into Jack's chest when the feeling hits. When he comes he curls forward like he's trying to trap the feeling - he lets go of the bed and blankets to clutch Jack instead.

[rockabillyboy]

He whimpers, the space between their bodies gone hot and slick with come, and he feels like he could go a little longer, wonders if that's the right thing to do. He curls in to meet Poison, his face pressed into his neck as he thrusts, as Poison shivers and trembles.

"Do I..." He moans, breathless. "What do I do?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's hands move, tangling in Jack's hair to anchor him for a slick, slightly uncoordinated juss. "Don't stop until you're done."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods, his lips bumping against Poison's lips, smudging as he keeps moving, keeps thrusting. He groans, the sound loud in a room that's quiet except for their breathing, the slick sounds of their bodies moving together.

"Jesus," he mumbles. "Is it bad that I wish I could come inside you?"

He's not sure where that sudden wave of possessiveness comes from.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans in response to that little comment. "Uh huh," he pants. He feels too hot, too scattered to come up with a better reply - all he can really focus on is how it feels when Jack moves like that, and trying to fucking breathe. He tries to tighten around Jack again, urging him on.

[rockabillyboy]

He does want it, so much, and it doesn't escape him that Poison doesn't say no.

"Oh, fuck," he mumbles. "I'm so close." He moans when Poison's body squeezes around him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"C'mon baby," he breathes. "I wanna feel you Jack. Wanna see it." He strokes his fingers through Jack's hair and pulls him into another kiss, though he can't hold to it very long.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack makes a sound that's almost a whimper, almost tears when he comes, his mouth crushed against Poison's for a second like he can breath him instead of oxygen.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites Jack's lip before dragging him back by his hair to break the intense kiss. He needs to breathe - Jack needs to breathe - and he wants to see Jack's face.