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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"Easy," he murmurs, though at this point he's talking to himself. He presses one hand to the bed to keep some balance and wraps the other around Jack's chest, just to keep him close when he finally starts moving his hips. He keeps it kinda shallow at first, until the first time he feels Jack's hips push back.

"Jesus," laughs Jack, losing the word in a moan as he starts to work his hips back against the press of Poison's cock. "You feel fucking huge."

Poison can't help but laugh. "Oh honey, you need a mirror," he says tenderly. But he'll take the compliment. He has to stop talking after that. Jack feels so fucking good, and he's tight but it's good. The hand on the bed slides until it covers one of Jack's, lacing their fingers together as he moves his hips faster. His free hand drops down to grip Jack's hip.

"Stroke yourself, baby. I wanna feel you get off." And while maybe he could do it, he's gonna need to find just the right position for that and he's not sure he's gonna get it on the first try.

What he likes best is that, even though Poison knows that it's his first time, he doesn't hold back. He's careful without necessarily being gentle. Jack finds himself appreciating that.

He takes the prompt, shifting his weight a little so that he can slide his hand between his spread thighs and curl his fingers around his hard cock, starting to jerk at counterpoint with the slide of Poison's dick in his ass.

"Fuck you're so tight," he gasps. "'m gonna come baby." Maybe he doesn't need to warn Jack, since he's wearing a condom and all, but he says it anyway. He pushes up a bit more, tries to get better leverage and it occurs to him, a little too late, that he should've rolled Jack over. Seeing his face through this would've been intense, but awesome.

He gasps sharply, then cusses and ends up dropping his head, biting down on Jack's shoulder as that delicious feeling floods him again. Fuck.

He's distracted by his the friction on his cock, the sudden, sharp pain of the bite that's surely going to leave a mark when he wakes up in the morning. He doesn't mind. He's almost sorry that Poison wore a condom; he wonders what it felt like if he'd come inside him.

"Oh, fuck," he says. "I need....I can't..." He's so close.

Poison groans but he pulls out. He pushes Jack onto his back so he can see his face. "Yeah you can, baby." He moves in close again and pushes two fingers back into him, watching Jack's face with an intensity. "I wanna see you come like this, Jack."

He works his fingers carefully, but still tries to just fuck Jack with them. It's easier to find the right spot this way, and Poison knows how good it can feel to come with an assist from the inside. "Lemme see you."

Poison's clever fingers find that spot inside him again and Jack whimpers, waves of pressure exploding through him. His hand stutters on his cock but he keeps stroking, forcing his eyes open so that he can see the way Poison's looking at him.

"Lemme see you baby," he says again when Jack looks at him. Poison keeps after him, fingers thrusting quick, as deep as they can. He moves closer and plants his other hand on the bed so he can lean over him. "Or do you wanna come down my throat again?" He grins.

Jack shakes his head, laughing breathlessly, losing it to a moan, his eyes fixed on Poison's face and it's a combination of the suggestion and his fingers and how beautiful he is that does it.

Jack comes, the strangled sound he makes almost pained.

Poison's smile grows. His hand slows and eventually he pulls his fingers out - he doesn't want to overdo it. He slides down, settling down on his stomach between Jack's legs so he can lick and kiss and suck the come off Jack's skin, his fingers... wherever it happened to be.

He just lies there, breathing hard while Poison's mouth moves over him. He aches but not in a way he can't live with.

"Fuck."

Poison eventually climbs up to flop down on the bed next to Jack. He's grinning lazily, maybe looking like a satisfied cat or something else that can appear to be as pleased with itself as Poison looks right now. He lolls his head to look at Jack.

"You okay?"

Jack leans over and kisses him, groaning softly at the taste of come on his tongue.

"Are you going to..." His eyes dart over Poison's face. "Do you want to stay?"

He hums underneath the kiss, but then Jack asks nother one of those Important Questions.

"Yeah, sure." He gives Jack a smile and kisses him again. "Just go easy on me if I forget where I am."

Jack's grin is bright and brilliant, absolutely genuine. He sits up gingerly, swinging his legs off the bed.

"I think I'm going to shower." He bites his lip. "You want to come? I'll totally wash your hair."

"Ugh, can't I just wallow?"

Poison is still getting used to the ready availability of all this water. He knows he shoulder shower. And he's already naked so it's not like he has to make any extreme effort.

"Mm, okay. Okay we can shower."

"Come on," says Jack, standing naked beside the bed and wiggling their fingers. "Wet and slippery and everything. It'll be awesome."

"Uh huh. We'll see about that," he pouts. Poison knows he'll feel good once he's in the shower, being in water like that is a feeling he forgets he enjoys.

He follows Jack into the bathroom and leans on the wall like standing is way too much effort while Jack gets the water going.

"How're you feeling?"

"Physically or mentally?" Asks Jack, grinning, glancing over his shoulder as he turns the water on. Mostly he's just glad that Poison's still here.

"Either," he answers with a little smile. "Both." Maybe virginity is an arbitrary social construct of value, but he knows that doesn't mean people don't look at their first sexual encounters as a big deal.

"Not freaking out, right?"

He doesn't know how people see anything that's not heterosexual where Jack's from. He had no reference for how big or how small this realization is for Jack.

"Not freaking out," he says, stepping under the flow of the water, holding out a hand to Poison. He remembers something Poison had said a while ago. "Anchors, I guess."

Poison smiles small. "You're way ahead of where I was at your age, then."

He takes Jack's hand and eases into the shower. He sighs in relief and promptly leans on Jack. "There, I'm in the shower."

"Did it freak you out at first?" He asks, slipping both arms around Poison's waist and turning them so they're under the spray of the shower. He'll deal with actually washing in a bit; this is good for now.

"I was scared someone was gonna show up to fix me. Or my mom would hate me or something, I don't know. Times in general we're scary so maybe it was just a projection of all my other anxieties."

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