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]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Anything's good as long as I'm still saying 'yes'," he quips. "But if you're gonna get rough with me it ain't gonna be in the shower. Because we'll break our fucking necks."

He grins hugely, then leans up for another kiss.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good point."

He leans into the kiss for a moment, his fingers still tight around Poison's wrists for a moment. He breaks the kiss, breath shivering out of him. "Bed?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Bed, floor, whatever you're feeling. But I'm losing feeling in my fingers here. And I've been thinking about your dick since you jammed it down my throat."

He leans against the wall, just grinning at Jack like a fiend. Yeah. Yeah he's good with this.

[rockabillyboy]

"Bed," says Jack, decisively, reaching to turn off the water before he pulls away from Poison, stepping out of the shower and snagging a towel. He can't stop thinking about what Poison had said about friction burns on his face.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison pushes away from the wall to follow Jack out. He uses a towel on his hair and briefly on the rest of him. He wanders back over to the bed and flops down with a lazy stretch.

[rockabillyboy]

He could watch Poison move around in his space forever. Jack follows him, still idly toweling off his hair. He gets up on the bed, matter-of-factly pushing Poison's knees apart so that he can crawl up between them, pressing their bodies together lazily.

"I want to hear more," he says, bending his head to kiss Poison's neck again. "I like hearing you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"What do you wanna hear?" Poison's pretty sure he knows, he just wants to hear Jack say it. He moves his legs so his thighs are framing Jack's hips, just to keep him close.

[rockabillyboy]

"More about what you like," he says, shifting, rolling his hips slowly, lazily, against Poison's, his lips still moving against the soft, damp skin of the crook of Poison's neck. "More about how rough you like it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He wets his lips and rocks his hips up to meet Jack's. The request brings up some memories he's not sure he wants to linger on. But then he grins and strokes his fingers into Jack's hair.

"Made me feel alive when everything else was falling apart. I could focus on just-- just fucking feeling it."

He wets his lips and reaches down between them to squeeze Jack's cock. "When I saw how big you are it's like the second thing that popped into my head. How I would've been really okay with you bending me over one of the sinks. Or fuck it, if you wanted to fuck me down on my knees, right there in the bathroom."

Poison grins - maybe he's not necessarily talking about being rough, but he'll get around to it. "I kinda like having bruises I can enjoy. If I'd thought about it, might've turned us around when you were fucking my mouth so I would've been pinned between you and the wall."

[rockabillyboy]

It's filthy and Jack's never really heard anything like it before and it makes his head spin with how much it makes him want. He bites his lip and then he leans down to kiss Poison hard on the mouth. He wants to pin him to the bed, take hold of his wrists again, bruise him. The desire is so strong it makes his head spin.

"Keep going."

[afabulouskilljoy]

The kiss makes him moan and his thighs tighten against Jack's hips. When they part again, he's a little breathless.

"I swear to God if you don't fuck me soon I'm gonna kick you off the bed and do it myself," he whines.

Fuck okay, he can focus. He wets his lips. "I like it hen I feel like I'm gonna crawl out of my skin. When I'm climbing the bed to get away and pushing back to get more at the same time."

[rockabillyboy]

"How do you want me to fuck you?" asks Jack, leaning away from him to grab the lube on a condom. He circles one of Poison's nipples with his thumb and then pinches, twisting a little, just to see what Poison's face does.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison jerks a bit and reaches to guide Jack's hand away. "Dull pain not sharp pain. Unless you're biting. That's fine." He flashes a quick smile.

"How do you wanna fuck me? Like this or you want me to roll over?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Sorry." A frown fleets across his face, another apology dancing on his tongue. He swallows it. "Like this. I want to see your face."

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