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]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"So fucking good," he gasps. "You're so fucking--" He can't quite finish that thought, voice dissolving into another moan when Jack started stroking his cock. Poison tries to focus on what he's doing, but now he's moving between the two sources of friction and he feel like he might melt. His fingers are tight on Jack's shoulder, on the headboard. He can't keep his eyes open, lost in the feeling.

[rockabillyboy]

"Open your eyes, man," coaxes Jack, his hand moving slowly over Poison's cock, thumb swiping slickness as he lifts his hips to fuck him. On impulse, the hand on Poison's ass rises and he slaps him, more encouragement than anything else. "C'mon."

[afabulouskilljoy]

It takes him a moment, but he manages to get his eyes open. Poison looks dazed, his mouth hanging open as Jack fucks up into him, meeting him every time he drops down to get as deep as he can go. His head tips back with a moan and he arches his back when Jack smacks his ass. "Gonna come," he gasps. "Oh fuck 'm close."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack files that reaction to being slapped away in his head for later and just keeps up the motion - the hand stroking Poison's cock, squeezing, the push of his hips and his cock.

"Do it," he says. "I want it. C'mon, man. I want it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries to focus enough to get there, he needs to focus or he's just gonna ride that edge until he can't anymore, and that might take a bit. He adjusts his position to keep the angle just right. His movements became shorter, faster, and it didn't take him long like that. He drops forward, jerking towards Jack as he comes. He keeps moving through it, though he feels less coordinated. He catches a brief sight of his come striping Jack's stomach, his knuckles, and he shudders again.

[rockabillyboy]

Poison comes and Jack feels his cock twitch inside him. He's not far off himself and, for the second time, he wonders what it would be like to know he was going to come inside Poison, no latex between them. He takes hold of Poison's chin again, looking for a kiss, his other hand still tight on his ass.

"Don't stop."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shudders when Jack grips him tighter, tells him to keep going. "Fuck," he pants. He wants to slow down, to relax a second. But hearing Jack say it like that also gives him a little thrill. He leans forward, trying to brace himself as he keeps moving, tries to get closer.

[rockabillyboy]

He trusts Poison to tell him if he asks for something that he doesn't want, that doesn't feel good. Poison keeps moving on his cock and Jack groans, his back arching. He skims one hand down his own chest, pinching at his nipple, using the edges of his nails.

"Fuck, that feels good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He stares, watching Jack touch himself like that. He's gonna try to remember that for later. But right now he's got something important to focus on. Poison gasps when they move just so. "Put me-- put me on my back. Or flip me over. Fuck me, Jack."

[rockabillyboy]

It takes Jack a moment to figure out the logistics of it but then he wraps an arm around Poison's waist and rolls them so that Poison ends up on his back, Jack's hips framed by spread thighs. He gropes for one of Poison's wrists, pinning his hand up next to his head as he bends his head and fucks him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison hiccups when his back hits the bed. A hand pinned down, the other groped to grab Jack's hip, his thigh, trying to get him closer, deeper. "Wanna feel you come," he pants. "Wanna feel you-- ah."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's free hand gropes along Poison's thigh, hitching it higher against his hip, changing the angle that he's fucking him at. He moans, whimpers, his face pushed into the crook of Poison's neck as his hips stutter and he comes so hard he sees stars.

[afabulouskilljoy]

A ragged moan tears from Poison's throat when he feels that angle shift, as Jack finishes inside him. He arches away from the bed, pushing close until he can't hold himself anymore. He drops down, panting and sweating and flushed and utterly boneless and blissed out beneath Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

"That was fucking incredible," breathes Jack, pressed close to Poison everywhere he can get, his face pressed into his skin, his fingers still curled around his wrist.