rockabillyboy | Kick-start my rockin', rollin' heart

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Kick-start my rockin', rollin' heart

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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Poison mirrors the eyebrow thing. "I... think so?"

Jack shifts up the bed so that he's at least sitting beside Poison, pressed against him at shoulder and hip.

"Got anywhere to be?"

"I mean, I don't have a job, friends, or any major responsibilities, so... No?" Jack is warm and solid against his side. It's nice.

"Shut the fuck up. People like you," says Jack, smirking. He turns towards Poison, ducking his head to brush his lips against the side of his neck again, back where he started. "That's really convenient, though. I don't have to work today."

"Oh yeah? No being Zen for you today? You got any plans?" He grins, knowing that he's just fucking with Jack now but it's kinda fun.

"I might work on my portfolio later," says Jack, his lips grazing that bruise on Poison's throat again, fingers brushing over his collarbone, up into his hair. Jack's tone is casual but his breath shivers out against Poison's skin.

"Mm, that's a good thing to do." Poison's eyes drift shut as Jack's fingers wander, as his breath teases his skin. He gets goose bumps and grins a little.

Jack feels gratified that his ministrations seem to be having the desired affect on Poison. His mouth wanders lower, kissing down his chest, his fingers skimming up and down Poison's ribs, touch light.

"Mm, you gotta plan for where this is going?" He turns his had a little, lips brushing Jack's hair before he's too far down.

"Not really," admits Jack, lifting his head before he dips again, swiping his tongue across Poison's nipple, blowing across damp skin to tease it hard. "Just taking advantage."

"Is that what's going on here." His breath catches a little and, okay, his body is definitely waking up in more ways than one.

Then, without much warning, Poison pushes Jack back against the headboard and straddles his hips. Without the blanket. Then he grins and catches Jack's face in both hands, pulling him into a slick kiss.

"Just in case I don't get a chance to do it again."

He finds himself unbelievably into the fact that, while he's still dressed, Poison is completely naked, on display. It's a good kiss, a deep kiss and Jack moans, pressing forward into it in every way he can.

Poison keeps one hand on Jack's neck, thumb stroking his pulse, while the other slides down, down between them to fish inside whatever yoga pants Jack has on. He wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly as he tries to devour Jack's mouth.

"No teasing," says Jack, breathless, between kisses, his hips squirming to press his cock into the circle of Poison's fingers. "Got it."

"I'm a direct kind of guy, but I mean, if it's teasing you want, I guess I could do that." He gives Jack's cock a gentle squeeze and swirls his thumb across the head. He meets Jack's gaze, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is that what you want?"

"I want you."

It slips out before he can even try and rein it in, leaving him feeling vulnerable, even though he's not the one who's naked. God, Poison's clever hand feels amazing wrapped around his cock. "I don't have enough experience to really know...what...I want...?" He huffs a laugh. "I was sort of enjoying the idea of having you at my mercy though."

"We could totally do that," he says with a wise nod. "I mean, I could take my hand off your dick and you could flip us over, pin me to the bed, and fuck me as you like." He leans forward, turning his head to lick a stripe along Jack's jaw. "I could also just stay here and ride you til your eyes roll back. 'Cha feel like?" He grins and bites Jack's earlobe.

A wave of desire so strong that it makes his head spin hits him. He's pretty sure his brain can't be getting enough blood right then.

"Jesus, Poison - how the fuck am I supposed to pick?"

"Mm, flip a coin? Rock, paper, scissors?" He grins and keeps kissing and licking his way down Jack's neck. He rocks his hips forward, rubbing against the back of his own hand as he keeps stroking Jack.

His hands come up, both of them sliding to cover Poison's ass, squeezing, tugging their hips closer together.

"Sure it's an 'either/or' situation?" He bites his lip, swallowing back a moan.

"I mean, I could be a first-and-then-next," he says, lightly biting Jack's shoulder. He makes a little noise when Jack finally grabs his ass to pull him closer. Better.

Maybe they're never going to get out of this bed. Maybe Jack would be alright.

"First," he says, softly, and then he raises one hand, pushing it into Poison's hair, twisting his fingers to tug him down for a kiss. "I want to watch you ride me."

Poison moans into the kiss and gives Jack a good squeeze before he lets go. He breaks the kiss just so he can lean to get the lube and find a condom. There's still a few just kind of on the bed. Good. He pushes the lube into Jack's hand. "Get me ready," he murmurs, voice heavier, warmer. "Won't take as long as last night." Which Poison is so okay with.

Jack pauses for long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head. He stays in his pants, though, enjoying the contrast between fabric and all of Poison's bare skin. He opens the lube and slicks his fingers, reaching out the rub the tips of two together against Poison's hole. He bites his lip, cheeks flushed as he starts to ease them inside.

Poison's eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open, just a bit, when Jack's fingers push in. He pushes his hips back to encourage him and tries not to forget what he's been working with. His hand drops to Jack's cock again, stroking slowly but steadily. Oh, he plans to make sure Jack is as ready as he is.

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