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 keeps at it until his neck hurts. He leans up and rests his head against Jack's back as his hand slides in and his fingers take over where his tongue left off - just gently rubbing for now, testing to see how Jack feels about the change.

"You said you had lube, honey?"

[rockabillyboy]

"In the drawer next to the bed," says Jack, still squirming his hips back against the touch of Poison's fingers against his hole. He twists, looking back at him, his face flushed dark as he watches him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh... wanna grab it? Your arms are longer." He eases back a bit and smacks Jack's ass. He'll at least stop distracting him for that.

[rockabillyboy]

"Ow!" Jack might be complaining but he also doesn't pull away and his cock definitely twitches when Poison slaps him like that. He leans, reaching for the lube, grabs a couple of condoms while he's there and drops it all on the bed.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison pulls everything closer. Lube first. He slicks his fingers and starts rubbing again, teasing until he's sure that he can slide one in without Jack getting tense. "Still okay?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Green light," says Jack, closing his eyes and trying to relax, trying to just breathe out and let Poison push into him when he tries. It's weird, the sensation, but he wants it so, so badly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Just relax baby." He nuzzles Jack's back and starts stroking his finger in and out. His other hand goes back to Jack's cock, giving him something else to focus on other than the fact that he's being penetrated. "Think I can try another...?"

[rockabillyboy]

The touch on his cock is light, a good distraction, and Jack breathes for a second before he nods.

"Please."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Relax." He kisses the small of Jack's back, nuzzled him there as he gently worked a second in. He waits, not moving at all until he hears Jack exhale, until he feels him relax. Then he starts moving again. Jack is hot and tight and Poison wants to be in him so fucking bad but he is not going to hurt someone like that. Fuck no.

.... Not unless Jack suggested it. But even then, experience would be required before Poison took it seriously.

[rockabillyboy]

It takes a while to get used to the very particular way that it hurts before it starts to feel good. Tentatively, Jack rocks his hips back to meet the press of Poison's fingers.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins and nips Jack's ass cheek. "Just like that," he coos. Poison adjusts the press of his fingers carefully. He's not a doctor or anything... but he knows how to find a prostate. Whatever, it's a useful skill when you fuck guys.

[rockabillyboy]

He really does like the biting. Poison's fingers graze over a spot inside him that sends a wave of pleasure through him, less localised that the hand on his cock. He bits his lip over a moan.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins and focuses a little more, trying to keep just that angle. He wants to feel Jack get into it, wants to know his body wants it as much as his brain does before he goes all the way. When he's pretty sure he can get away with it, he tries adding a third finger.

[rockabillyboy]

Pretty soon conscious thought leaves him and he's all sensation, just the movements of Poison's hands, the occasional touch of his mouth. Three feels full but all it does is leave him wanting it more. B

"Cmon," he says, soft, urgent. "Fuck me. I can take it. I want it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Easy, easy." Poison slides his fingers free and ends up smearing lube over Jack's thigh as he braces himself there. He leans to grab a condom. The foil ends up somewhere on the bed; he adds more lube after he's rolled it on. Never could have too much, as far as he's concerned.

"Here, scoot up more or I'm gonna fall off before I even get in." He pats Jack's ass to coax him higher onto the bed. He climbs up behind him and drapes over Jack's back. Ghoul was so much smaller, and he pushes that thought out of his mind the second it pops in. Jack is here, and alive, and kind of--

He kisses Jack's shoulder and reaches between them to guide his cock. "You can always tap out honey," he reminds as he rubs between Jack's cheeks. Then he adjusts just enough to push in, slowly.

[rockabillyboy]

It feels entirely different from fingers and, for a moment, Jack worries that it's going to be too much.The head of Poison's cock is bkhnt and Jack forgets how to breath for a moment as Poison slides into him.

"Oh, fuck," he breathes. "Don't stop."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Easy," he murmurs, though at this point he's talking to himself. He presses one hand to the bed to keep some balance and wraps the other around Jack's chest, just to keep him close when he finally starts moving his hips. He keeps it kinda shallow at first, until the first time he feels Jack's hips push back.

[rockabillyboy]

"Jesus," laughs Jack, losing the word in a moan as he starts to work his hips back against the press of Poison's cock. "You feel fucking huge."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison can't help but laugh. "Oh honey, you need a mirror," he says tenderly. But he'll take the compliment. He has to stop talking after that. Jack feels so fucking good, and he's tight but it's good. The hand on the bed slides until it covers one of Jack's, lacing their fingers together as he moves his hips faster. His free hand drops down to grip Jack's hip.

"Stroke yourself, baby. I wanna feel you get off." And while maybe he could do it, he's gonna need to find just the right position for that and he's not sure he's gonna get it on the first try.

[rockabillyboy]

What he likes best is that, even though Poison knows that it's his first time, he doesn't hold back. He's careful without necessarily being gentle. Jack finds himself appreciating that.

He takes the prompt, shifting his weight a little so that he can slide his hand between his spread thighs and curl his fingers around his hard cock, starting to jerk at counterpoint with the slide of Poison's dick in his ass.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck you're so tight," he gasps. "'m gonna come baby." Maybe he doesn't need to warn Jack, since he's wearing a condom and all, but he says it anyway. He pushes up a bit more, tries to get better leverage and it occurs to him, a little too late, that he should've rolled Jack over. Seeing his face through this would've been intense, but awesome.

He gasps sharply, then cusses and ends up dropping his head, biting down on Jack's shoulder as that delicious feeling floods him again. Fuck.

[rockabillyboy]

He's distracted by his the friction on his cock, the sudden, sharp pain of the bite that's surely going to leave a mark when he wakes up in the morning. He doesn't mind. He's almost sorry that Poison wore a condom; he wonders what it felt like if he'd come inside him.

"Oh, fuck," he says. "I need....I can't..." He's so close.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison groans but he pulls out. He pushes Jack onto his back so he can see his face. "Yeah you can, baby." He moves in close again and pushes two fingers back into him, watching Jack's face with an intensity. "I wanna see you come like this, Jack."

He works his fingers carefully, but still tries to just fuck Jack with them. It's easier to find the right spot this way, and Poison knows how good it can feel to come with an assist from the inside. "Lemme see you."

[rockabillyboy]

Poison's clever fingers find that spot inside him again and Jack whimpers, waves of pressure exploding through him. His hand stutters on his cock but he keeps stroking, forcing his eyes open so that he can see the way Poison's looking at him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Lemme see you baby," he says again when Jack looks at him. Poison keeps after him, fingers thrusting quick, as deep as they can. He moves closer and plants his other hand on the bed so he can lean over him. "Or do you wanna come down my throat again?" He grins.