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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[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison almost gags, but he's kind of really okay with it. He slides back all the way, panting even as he grins up at Jack. "S'okay," he slurs. "That was totally okay... if you wanna do it again."

And that's all the time he wastes talking before he guides Jack's dick back into his mouth. His thumb strokes over Jack's hip bone as he takes him down again, as deep as he can. His free hand stops holding Jack's cock and instead drapes around Jack's hip. Maybe encouraging him. A nonverbal it's okay.

[rockabillyboy]

Encouraged, urged on, Jack rocks his hips experimentally, fingers tight in Poison's hair as he fucks his mouth a little. His breath catches in a soft, broken sound at how fucking good it feels.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison just relaxes. His fingers touch and gently stroke whatever skin they're touching and he keeps his arm around Jack's hips. There's something hugely comforting about this and Poison wonders if he should explore that thought a little more when Jack's not dick deep in his throat. It's also a huge fucking turn on, though. He moans, half because he's fucking feeling but half because he's pretty sure the vibrations are gonna do as much for Jack as they do for him.

[rockabillyboy]

That vibration, feeling Poison moan like that is almost too much, right then and there. Jack groans, deep from in his chest somewhere, his fingers tight, his hips moving smoothly now, sliding his cock past Poison's lips, along his tongue.

"Fuck," he breathes, shaking his head a little. "I can't..." He thinks he knows what Poison's going to do, but he has to give him the option.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison doesn't even pause to answer. Instead he tightens his arm around Jack and his other hand slides lower, gripping Jack's thigh tightly to free up his hips. He's hoping the nonverbal encouragement is clear enough - he doesn't want Jack to stop. He's totally okay with how this is going down and he doesn't want to pause. Well... he has a thought about that, but he'll say it later. No talking with his throat full.

[rockabillyboy]

It only takes another couple of thrusts, a jerk of his hips and Jack's coming in Poison's mouth, just like that. Absurdly, he remembers coming in Sienna's mouth, how she'd made a face and turned her head to spit afterwards. He bites his lip, looking down at Poison, how Poison looks with his mouth wrapped around Jack's cock.

Because he wants to remember what it looks like in case he doesn't get to see it again.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison doesn't, though. His eyes close and he swallows. His hands relax but don't let go, and when he's sure Jack's got nothing left he sort of just sits down on his heels, allowing Jack's cock to slide free. He pants, eyes still closed as he leans forward to just... rest his head against Jack's hip.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack just stands there and breathes for a moment, his fingers tousled loosely through Poison's red, red hair, hair that he'd sat and dyed himself. He starts to feel a little exposed, shifts his hips, gently nudging at Poison until he can pull his underwear back into place. He bites his lip.

"Come here?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Oh yeah, he probably should've put Jack's dick away a little sooner. But obviously Jack has it handled. He eases back and looks up, and it seems like Jack is a long, long way up but not an impossible distance. He uses Jack's hips to brace himself as he gets up off the floor. He moves like he's drunk even though all he's had tonight is water.

His voice is kind of jacked up when he finally manages to talk, a little raw. "Hey." He grins.

[rockabillyboy]

"Hey," says Jack and then he curls his fingers around the back of Poison's neck, tugging him in for a kiss. He groans at the taste of his come on Poison's tongue. "Do I...can I..." He frowns. "Do you want to come home with me?"

Suddenly, his heart feels too big for his chest.

[afabulouskilljoy]

This is an important question. Poison remembers Jack is still young, and he can't help but smile. It's sweet. And he vaguely realizes he's been ignoring his own arousal since they got in here. He's still okay with that. Seeing Jack all undone was worth it.

"Yeah, I think I'm done dancing for the night." He reaches up to stroke Jack's cheek with the backs of his fingers, then gives him another kiss.

[rockabillyboy]

They kiss and, still feeling brave, Jack slips his hand between them, his thumb grazing along the hard line of Poison's cock in his jeans. He bites his lip.

"Can you wait?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's breath catches for a second and he laughs. "Yeah, I'm good," he promises. He kisses Jack's bottom lip to soothe where he'd bitten it. "Let's get out of here before someone needs to pee."

[rockabillyboy]

"God." He laughs and tangles his fingers with Poison's. It's easy after that. He draws him through the crowded club, stopping to grab his jacket and then out into the street, into the cool night air. He hails a cab and drags Poison into it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Nonono, Poison," he corrects, tapping his chest with a jackass grin. He cackles as Jack pulls him through the crowd, back out of the club. The cool night air hits him like a wall, but it feels good to breathe the fresher air.

He practically falls into the cab and sprawls against Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack wraps his arm around Poison's shoulders, idly tousling his fingers into his hair. He rests his cheek against him.

"What are we doing?" he asks softly, laughing, dazzled.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I don't know." He smiles and sort of nuzzles Jack's shoulder. "Do we need to know?" Did they need to call it something other than fun, right now?

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shakes his head. Poison makes an excellent point. The cab ride is over quickly and Jack pulls out bills to pay. In the elevator, he pushes Poison back against the wall, kisses him firm and thoroughly.

"Would this be a good time to tell you I haven't done this before?" His stomach dips. God, he hopes Poison reacts the way he thinks he might.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans into the kiss, because holy shit hi?? He's kind of okay with this pushy Jack that has suddenly show up.

When Jack pulls back, he's a little dazed. He blinks.

"... Ridden an elevator?" Because he knows that's a lie. Poison pushes his hair back and tries to focus, because he's pretty sure thanks to Jack he's forgotten a few things.

"Like-- okay you have to be more specific about which this because like do you mean never done this with someone else that has a dick or like never done this with anyone period?"

Poison doesn't sound panicked or anything, he just really wants to be clear about what this is before proceeding with an opinion.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack pauses for a second, flushed cheeks. He closes his eyes, his eyelashes dark smudges.

"Never," he says finally. "With anyone. If we're about to do...any of what I think we might be about to."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh... you're okay with-- I mean, we won't do anything you're not cool with, y'know?" He tips his head to try and catch Jack's gaze, even if his eyes are closed. "Hey, it's okay. Virginity is totally just a culturally constructed concept of value that has literally no meaning anyway. But if-- Yeah. Whatever you wanna do, okay?"

Poison could be a complete asshole about some things, but this is not, and would never be, one of them. Sexual identity is confusing enough, especially if he's the first guy Jack's been interested in, or whatever, and he doesn't want Jack to feel like he has to do anything. Because that's what fucked up people do.

He moves closer and leans up to kiss Jack, trying to be reassuring as the elevator stops.

[rockabillyboy]

Relief settles through his chest, warm and bright, and Jack leans down, cradling the side of Poison's face as they kiss, as the elevator doors slide open behind him. He laughs, a little breathlessly.

"I just want to," he says. "I don't even know what, but you..." He swallows. "I want you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Then you're gonna have me, baby." He gives Jack a grin and another kiss, then gives him a push towards the door. Then he pauses. "Wait wait wait, do we have latex?"

Safety is important.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack has to pull away to unlock the door. The question sends a frision of excitement straight through him.

"I've got condoms," he says, blushing as he opens up his apartment. "And lube."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Good man," he says, launching from the elevator to catch up to Jack at his door. "Just in case, because. Yeah."

Okay so maybe since going down on Jack he's been thinking about it. What? He smooths his hand up Jack's back as he passes him going through the door.