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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[rockabillyboy]

Jack lifts his head, pressing a trio of kisses along Poison's jaw.

"I...ought to get up and deal with this."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"'mma just lay here a minute." His fingers brush Jack's hair as his lips brush his skin. It feels nice.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm coming right back," says Jack. He presses another kiss to the corner of Poison's mouth and then pushes out of bed. He pads into the bathroom and deals with the condom. On the way back, he slips out of his yoga pants, so he's completely naked when he presses back against Poison's side.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison twists onto his side so he can cuddle back against Jack, but that's as far as he gets. He seems like he might fall asleep again, eyes nearly closed as he just lays there, breathing, content to be pressed to Jack.

"'mma fall asleep," he murmurs. Just in case Jack needs to know.

[rockabillyboy]

"S'okay," says Jack, his nose pressed into Poison's hair, his arm tight around his waist. He's going to hold onto this for as long as he can.