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]

Sighing elaborately, Jack leans past him and grabs a bottle of shampoo. He squeezes a little into his palm and then he moved both hands to Poison's hair, starting to massage it into his scalp.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"That's what I thought," he quips. Poison sighed contentedly and attempts to slump on Jack even more, apparently intent on going completely boneless and being generally useless. It's less effective than he's used to: Jack can probably actually hold him up.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack keeps one arm wrapped securely around Poison's waist as he soaps red, red hair. He bends his head, kissing his forehead just below his hairline.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Best thing," he sighs as Jack massages his scalp. It really does feel good and he has content memories of Jack helping to dye his hair.

"Just carry me if I fall asleep it's cool. Or leave me here."

[rockabillyboy]

"Nope."

Jack nudged him back a step so that he can start rinsing the suds out of his hair. When he's done, he pushes his fingers into Poison's hair and tugs, lightly, tilting his head so that he's got room to kiss his neck.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tolerates the rinsing. Then Jack tips his head back like that and starts kissing his neck. His hands slide up, one resting on Jack's shoulder and the other on the back of his neck. He grins. "Hi there."

[rockabillyboy]

"Hey."

A sudden wave of possessiveness, uncharacteristic, slams through Jack and he nips at Poison's skin, sucking up a mark that'll show if he wears a t-shirt. His fingers stay tight in Poison's hair.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Oh, whoa. Poison is glad he's holding on because he was not expecting the sudden hickey attack. The tightness of Jack's fingers in his hair, the heat and pressure and insistence of Jack's mouth hits him like a brick. Right in the libido.

"Holy fuck," he gasps, voice edged with a moan.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good?"

Jack laughs breathlessly, keeping hold of Poison as he lifts his head and kisses him, hard, pressing his way into Poison's mouth.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh." That is all he can manage before Jack's just kissing the fuck out of him. His hands tighten and he meets the kiss full on, biting at Jack's bottom lip before trying to taste him, trying to match the intensity.

[rockabillyboy]

In a move so smooth he might have seen it in a movie, Jack turns them so that Poison's back's to the tiles. He keeps kissing him like he's something that he's missing, something that he desperately needs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison is pretty impressed because he was not this fucking smooth at seventeen. He groans and arches away from the wall for a second - it felt cold okay?

But fuck he's getting turned on again and it's not fair. He tips his head back, because he needs to breathe, just for a second.

[rockabillyboy]

Poison breaks the kiss so that he can breathe and Jack just looks at him, biting his lip.

"You okay there, old guy?" He teases.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Are you saying words?" Poison huffs a laugh and strokes his fingers back through Jack's wet hair. "You uh. That. Hi?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Hi," says Jack again, his grin broad and bright, a million watts. He leans into the touch of Poison's fingers. "That good, huh?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

That smile is not fair. He grins, though. He can't help it. "Pretty good," he quips. "Totally caught me off guard."

[rockabillyboy]

His hand cradles the side of Poison's neck, thumb stroking against the bruise he left there. He bends his head, kissing him again, gentler this time, needier. He doesn't know what he wants, not exactly. He wants everything.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Man I miss being a teenager." He mumbles against Jack's mouth. Then he meets the next kiss, tongue stroking into Jack's mouth.

"Talk to me," he murmurs.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack leans his forehead against Poison's for a moment, kissed a little breathless.

"Talk about what?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"What's in your head?" He wants to know. And maybe it's nothing, or maybe it's filthy, but either way he's down to hear about it. He kisses Jack again, just briefly, and sucks on his bottom lip before leaning back against the wall.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm pretty sure I want to fuck you," he says, leaning his hands against the tilted wall on either side of Poison's shoulders. "I'm pretty sure I want to hear how you like to be fucked." He bites his lip over a smirk. "You make me want to be...rough? And I'm not sure how to feel about that. But I think you'd be into it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh you wanna hear how I like to be fucked..."

The grin that blossoms across Poison's face is dangerous, and there's a dare in it, and there's a challenge. He licks his lips.

"I mean it depends on my mood, really. But if you're gonna fuck me, then you better do it like you mean it, honey." He leans closer to lick Jack's lips. He stays there, lips nearly touching as he talks.

"I've been plowed into a brick wall, 've had friction burns on my face. I like it when it's frantic, like you need it to live or you need it because you're alive and you wanna fucking feel like it."

He finally leans back, grinning that Cheshire grin. "And if you're gonna fuck me, I wanna remember it tomorrow."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shifts his position slightly, reaching down to wrap his fingers around Poison's wrists, lifting his arms, pinning them to the wall so that Jack can study his face, so that Jack can take a kiss.

"What about rough?" he asks. "You like it rough?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"If you're gonna commit to it? Yeah." He grins and pulls at the grip Jack as on his wrists. "How rough you think you wanna get, baby?"

[rockabillyboy]

He's stronger than Poison, he's pretty sure, and it's easy enough to lean his weight in, keep him pinned. He'd let him go if he thought that was what he actually wanted.

"I don't know yet," he admits. "Tell me what's good."