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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From:

afabulouskilljoy

"We'll get to that," he quips. The light brush of Jack's lips is the worst tease, but a first blow job feels like something he shouldn't rush. He's not exactly as impressive as Jack but he's never had any complaints either.

From:

rockabillyboy

He's teasing, he knows he is but he still doesn't know how to go any quicker. Tentatively, he curls his fingers around Poison's cock, stroking slowly, swiping his thumb over the slick head.

"I want to see what you look like when you..." He blushes darkly. "When you come but I'm not sure I..." He frowns. "I want to." He huffs a little laugh, rests his head against Poison's belly for a second, his cock brushing against his cheek. "Help?"

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison thinks maybe this needs to be less intimidating. He leans to kiss Jack, then flops down on the bed next to him so he can get his boots off, since no way his pants were going any further with those on.

Once he's actually naked he eases back towards the top of the bed and reaches for Jack. Maybe him being more prone would help? He doesn't know, the first time he did all this was more like what had happened in the bathroom earlier.

He pulls Jack into a kiss, slow but with plenty if heat as he takes his time tasting. And while they kiss he reaches to catch Jack's dominant hand, guiding it down to his cock. He leads the movement, sort of using Jack's hand to stroke himself. "Anything I start doing that you don't like, just say so okay?"

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack breaks the kiss long enough to nod, letting Poison guide the pace of his hand. Jack leans in to kiss him again, hungrily nudging the kiss deeper with his lips and tongue.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison moans into the kiss and rocks his hips towards Jack's hand. Then he lets go, let's Jack take over so he can reach for Jack's dick instead. He's grinning as he breaks the kiss.

"So you really wanna see me come before I get started on you?"

From:

rockabillyboy

His breath catches when Poison touches his cock; he's well on his way to being hard. He laughs, ducks his head a little before he looks up through his lashes.

"Kind of, yeah." He rolls his wrist, swiping his thumb over the head of Poison's cock.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Then I want you to suck my dick, honey. I promise I'll let you know you're doing it right. Don't think about it so much, you're getting all up in your head."

He strokes his fingers through Jack's hair, gently scraping his scalp. "Just try what you think's feel good. And don't make yourself choke, we can work up to it."

From:

rockabillyboy

Hearing Poison say it, that lazy note of command in his voice, sends an electric shiver through Jack and he nods. He squirms around a little until he's in position and then he leans over, using his free hand to steady Poison's cock. He takes a steady breath and then he bends, sliding his mouth slowly over the first couple of inches.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison sighs and drops his head back. "Fuck yes," he breathes. He's been thinking about it since the dance floor and he's pretty good at prioritizing things but duck Jack's mouth is hot and slick and even if he's tentative, Poison's into it. His fingers rub the back of Jack's head, encouraging but not pushing.

"Just like that, baby."

From:

rockabillyboy

It's an odd sensation, the pressure of Poison's cock as he slides his mouth lower, breathing through his nose. He takes it as deep as he thinks he can without gagging and then, carefully, he starts to Bob his head.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison moves a bit, hips sliding towards Jack but he's careful not to push too much or compromise Jack's rhythm. One hand strokes down to gently grip the back of Jack's neck; the other strokes his cheek, feeling it hollow out a little whenever Jack's mouth slides back.

"Just like that." A moan edges his voice. "Not gonna take me long... Don't judge. Been waiting for this since the dance floor." He grins, but the expression falters and he can't help the slight upward push of his hips the next time Jack sinks down.

Okay, maybe the other reason he got on his back is because it's easier for Jack to avoid choking. Maybe.

From:

rockabillyboy

Poison's hands on him feel insanely good and Jack's finding that he actively likes having Poison's cock in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. Poison lifts his hips and the head of his cock nudges the back of Jack's throat. He almost gags, pulls back quickly but not so far that he can't keep Poison's cock in his mouth.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Try a little faster, honey. Or use your hand, 'cause 'm close." He doesn't want to catch Jack off guard. Getting a surprise mouthful of come wasn't the best way to start.

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack wars with himself for a moment. He wants to stay where he is but he isn't sure he's ready for that quite yet so, in the end, he lifts his head, wrapping his fingers around spit-slick skin, leaning up to kiss Poison as he strokes.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison moans into Jack's mouth and squirms beneath him, trying to fuck into his hand. Then be gasps and plants a hand on Jack's chest to shove him back a little - just enough for Jack to have a good view. He'd said he wanted to see. Poison would hardly deny him that.

He gasps, eyes falling shut as he feels that kind of desperate closeness. He looks almost distressed right before he comes and the pleasure washes over his face, changing distress to euphoria.
His hands tighten wherever they are and he curls forward, just a bit, like he's trying to trap that delicious feeling.

"Oh fuck yes."

From:

rockabillyboy

God, that's beautiful. That's the moment when, right there and then, Jack decides that he wants to keep doing this past tonight, if Poison will let him. He keeps stroking him through it, through all of it, until he's sure that there's no more pleasure to ring out of the body beneath him. It's hot and slick, come splashed across his fingers, Poison's belly. Jack pauses for a split second and then he's squirming lower down the bed again, bending his head to suck come off Poison's skin, moaning at the taste.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Oh." He laughs, completely breathless, when Jack decides to lick and suck his skin clean. Poison shivers and wallows in the feeling, content to just lay there and recover a minute. He strokes Jack's hair and neck, then gently pulls him up for a kiss. His tongue slides right into Jack's mouth - he wants to taste himself there.

From:

rockabillyboy

It's deep and hungry and Jack is aching hard again and he can't imagine ever wanting to stop doing this. He presses his fingers into Poison's hair, remembering how he'd reacted to that at the club, wanting to test that reaction again. He tugs, lightly, as they kiss.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison takes a sharp breath at the tug in his hair. He bites Jack's lip in response.

"Mmm hey there tiger... That your way of saying you're ready to go again?" He grins and turns his head to bite Jack's jaw.

From:

rockabillyboy

"Maybe."

Jack shifts his weight, his cock grazing against the bare skin of Poison's thigh. He doesn't have the urgency that he felt in the club, just that same electric hum. He keeps his fingers tight in Poison's hair. "I just like what your face does." He tugs again, holding Poison's head tilted just so so he can press a kiss against his mouth.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"What does my face do?" he asks, even as Jack tries to kiss him. The lack of urgency makes things a little easier, at least, as far as Poison is concerned. No one is about to die a horrible death at the hands of restrained arousal.

From:

rockabillyboy

"You look really blissed out," says Jack, fingers of his free hand tracing along Poison's jaw, thumb following the bow of his bottom lip. "Like it really does it for you."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Yeah?" His tongue darts out to lick Jack's thumb. "You look pretty good when you're blissing out too, honey. Maybe I can get you to do it again, even if it's your first time." Poison grins, but he knows, or at least has a feeling, from his experience, that sometimes the first time or two you've got a dick inside you it's... distracting.

He moves forward, and despite being smaller than Jack he uses the position to push Jack back onto the bed. He sits on his hips and leans down to kiss him.

"Hmm. Still wanna go all the way?"

From:

rockabillyboy

His stomach does a little electric flip when Poison licks his thumb like that. He wonders what he'd look like with Jack's fingers in his mouth. And then, suddenly, dizzyingly, he's on his back, looking up at Poison, Poison's weight across his hips, Poison's body above him. He nods, lifting his head to push into the kiss.

"Fuck yes."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Yeah?" He lifts his eyebrows, wanting to be sure. "Alright... tap out if you want me to stop. I'm serious, hit me or something 'cause I might not be listening." He pats Jack's side.

Then he slides down, debating how best to do this. Maybe with Jack on his back it would be fine. Maybe Jack would feel less vulnerable? He doesn't know, they'll find out.

Poison settles comfortably between Jack's legs, sort of lazily kissing his way down Jack's stomach, tongue sneaking out to taste here and there. Then he eased back and coaxed Jack to roll over, pulling his hips up as he went along.

And Poison ended up on his knees on the floor. Alright, yeah he was pretty sure this would work. He smoothed his hands down Jack's sides, pulling him closer. Then he bit Jack's ass cheek, because he couldn't fucking help it, as his hands ran over Jack's thighs.