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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"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.

Less hesitant than he was the night before, Jack rolls his wrist to fuck Poison with his fingers. His other hand comes up to grip Poison's jaw, not hard, but firm, tugging him down for a kiss.

That grip sends a pulse of heat right down through him. Poison leans into the kiss and tries to ride Jack's fingers. He ends up rocking between them and his own hand, rubbing his dick against the back of it while he tries to keep stroking Jack. He's got a lot of distraction going on, though.

Jack moans into the kiss, starting to ease another finger into Poison's ass, spreading them inside him to stretch him a little. He sucks on Poison's bottom lip, nipping with the edges of his teeth.

"Fuck," he breathes, breaking from the kissing and biting to catch his breath a little. He lets go of Jack's dick so he can get a condom. He rips the foil and tosses it then rolls the latex down. "Take your fingers out."

It's been cursory, but he doesn't want to wait any longer. He grips Jack's dick, and as soon as he's free to move he leans forward so he can guide Jack in. He knows he's gonna feel a little burn from the stretch. He's really okay with it.

Jack's breath catches in a whine as Poison guides his cock into his ass. This angle feels completely different than it did last night and Jack's hips twitch under Poison's weight.

"Fuck," he breaths softly, reverently.

"Uh huh." Poison sinks down slowly, until he's seated in Jack's lap. He has to stay there for a minute, just rocking his hips a little but not doing much else. He braces his hands on the headboard behind Jack and leans to catch him in a kiss. As he licks into Jack's mouth, he starts moving a bit more seriously, lifting so he can slide back down again, slowly finding a rhythm.

Jack's fingers, slick with lube, skim over Poison's hip, slipping around to grip his ass, squeezing as he starts to move. The other hand curls around Poison's wrist. He moans into the kiss, tongue pressing forward to meet Poison's.

Poison can't hold the kiss very long. With Jack's hand on his ass he tries to start moving a bit quicker, bracing his weight on his knees and against the headboard so he's got more freedom to move. He drops his head, panting against Jack's shoulder. "Fuck," he gasps.

Jack shifts his hips, pushing his cock into Poison's ass, trying to meet his rhythm. His hand stays on Poison's ass, the other drifting, skimming his bicep, his side, his shoulder, pushing into his hair to cradle his head against Jack's shoulder as they fuck.

Being on top means Poison can get just the right angle, if he tries. It doesn't take him long to find it and the first good forces a needy sound out of him. One arm drops to wrap around Jack's shoulders, clutching tight as he tries to stay just like that without giving up his current pace. "Fuck, fuck-- ah-- Jack."

"How good does it feel?" asks Jack, shifting his hand to wrap around Poison's cock, stroking as Poison rides him, head tipped back so he can watch Poison's face the whole time.

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