rockabillyboy | 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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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?"

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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rockabillyboy

Jack shivers at the touch and, once they're inside the apartment, he finds that he's nervous, unsure of where he's supposed to start. He bends to unlace his boots, glancing up at Poison, letting his eyes linger a little. Because he can.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison grins when he sees Jack looking. "I know you're gonna be whether I say it or not, but you don't have to be nervous." Jack's new but Poison is old hat, and he's content to go as slow or as fast as Jack wants.

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rockabillyboy

"Could you just..." He steps in, pressing himself against Poison again, his hand skimming down to grab at his ass, squeezing. "Take control. This once?"

'This once' implies 'again' but Jack can't think that far ahead.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison runs into Jack's chest when a hand grabs his ass. He grins. "Honey you say that like I never took control before." Okay maybe not with Jack, but yeah.

"Which cherry do you wanna pop? 'Cause I'd so be okay face down in your bed if that's easier than having me up in you first," he offers. Sure, he'll take control. But no way is he steering this without input from Jack. It's important. At least these first times... assuming there might be more.

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rockabillyboy

He fights to decide for a moment, that conflict showing clear as day on his face. He rides out a wave of fluttering nerves.

"I want you to fuck me." Feeling alive is always worth the risk.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison's actually really surprised and it shows for a second, but hey, some surprises are good. He leans up for another kiss and then nods. "Alright, definitely the bed then."

He starts pushing Jack towards the bedroom. And maybe also trying to undress both of them at the same time.

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rockabillyboy

Jack lets Poison push him, tugging off his shirt, tangling his fingers in Poison's to pull it up and off. He laughs, breathless.

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afabulouskilljoy

It occurs to Poison that he's never been in any state of undress around Jack. Granted, Jack's never had cause to be naked around him, either, but Poison's at least seen his dick already.

He slides out of his shirt - he's in decent shape but lean. Scars and faded burns, but no tattoos. He gets closer to Jack and kisses him again, trying to devour his mouth as he fights that damn belt buckle again to get it loose and Jack's pants down.

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rockabillyboy

Jack helps, pushing jeans and underwear down together and then sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Naked, surprisingly comfortable with that, he reaches for Poison's jeans.

"Can I?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"Yeah, totally." Poison moves closer, standing comfortably between Jack's legs. He strokes his fingers back through Jack's hair and leans down to get a kiss before getting out of Jack's way. His thumb strokes over Jack's neck.

His belt, at least, is not as complicated. The jeans are tight, though, and he's realizing they're going to have to peel them off. Beneath, a pair of... red boxer briefs.

They match his hair.

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rockabillyboy

The red underwear makes him grin, breathless. The colour undeniably suits Poison, standing out stark and vibrant against pale skin. Without thinking too clearly, without waiting for doubt to set in, Jack works Poison's jeans down around his thighs and then leans in, grazing his mouth against the hard line of Poison's cock through thin cotton.

"You're beautiful," he breathes, head spinning a little.