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]

"Either," he answers with a little smile. "Both." Maybe virginity is an arbitrary social construct of value, but he knows that doesn't mean people don't look at their first sexual encounters as a big deal.

"Not freaking out, right?"

He doesn't know how people see anything that's not heterosexual where Jack's from. He had no reference for how big or how small this realization is for Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

"Not freaking out," he says, stepping under the flow of the water, holding out a hand to Poison. He remembers something Poison had said a while ago. "Anchors, I guess."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles small. "You're way ahead of where I was at your age, then."

He takes Jack's hand and eases into the shower. He sighs in relief and promptly leans on Jack. "There, I'm in the shower."

[rockabillyboy]

"Did it freak you out at first?" He asks, slipping both arms around Poison's waist and turning them so they're under the spray of the shower. He'll deal with actually washing in a bit; this is good for now.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I was scared someone was gonna show up to fix me. Or my mom would hate me or something, I don't know. Times in general we're scary so maybe it was just a projection of all my other anxieties."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah," says Jack softly, and he's grateful for the extra height because it makes it easier to wrap himself around Poison a little, nose pushing into the hair behind his ear. "I guess. I just know myself pretty well? I know what I want."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I didn't know shit about myself," he laughs. "I mean I got to the point of not giving a fuck and using this fluid sexuality as yet another fucking weapon but... Yeah. In the beginning I thought I was broken."

[rockabillyboy]

"A weapon?" Asks Jack, tugging Poison with him to lean back against the wall, holding Poison against his chest.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah. Refusing to be anything but myself, y'know? I don't know. A giant fuck you to heteronomativity and hegemony." He shrugs, moving easily as Jack repositions them.

[rockabillyboy]

"Sounds good to me."

What it sounds like to him is terrifying and exciting in equal measure. His hand skins down Poison's spine, following the trickle of warm water. He inhales, breathing in the scent of Poison's hair, his skin.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison closes his eyes. "Fell asleep in my shower the other day," he admits. "Just felt good to have the warm water raining on me." It gives him a sense of calm. Leaning on Jack is more comfortable.

[rockabillyboy]

"Does your place have a bath tub?" Asks Jack, combing his fingers through Poison's damp hair. "I kind of love it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah, just laid down in it and passed out a little." He grins and licks a drop of water off Jack's skin. "I'll bet you do."

[rockabillyboy]

A little shiver goes down his spine at the touch of Poison's tongue. He turns his head, grazing a kiss against his temple.

"It's awesome."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Since you dragged me to the shower, I'm pretty sure you said you'd wash my hair." He grins and gives Jack a lazy nudge. Because this is exactly how much he plans on washing if Jack doesn't take over.

[rockabillyboy]

Sighing elaborately, Jack leans past him and grabs a bottle of shampoo. He squeezes a little into his palm and then he moved both hands to Poison's hair, starting to massage it into his scalp.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"That's what I thought," he quips. Poison sighed contentedly and attempts to slump on Jack even more, apparently intent on going completely boneless and being generally useless. It's less effective than he's used to: Jack can probably actually hold him up.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack keeps one arm wrapped securely around Poison's waist as he soaps red, red hair. He bends his head, kissing his forehead just below his hairline.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Best thing," he sighs as Jack massages his scalp. It really does feel good and he has content memories of Jack helping to dye his hair.

"Just carry me if I fall asleep it's cool. Or leave me here."

[rockabillyboy]

"Nope."

Jack nudged him back a step so that he can start rinsing the suds out of his hair. When he's done, he pushes his fingers into Poison's hair and tugs, lightly, tilting his head so that he's got room to kiss his neck.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tolerates the rinsing. Then Jack tips his head back like that and starts kissing his neck. His hands slide up, one resting on Jack's shoulder and the other on the back of his neck. He grins. "Hi there."

[rockabillyboy]

"Hey."

A sudden wave of possessiveness, uncharacteristic, slams through Jack and he nips at Poison's skin, sucking up a mark that'll show if he wears a t-shirt. His fingers stay tight in Poison's hair.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Oh, whoa. Poison is glad he's holding on because he was not expecting the sudden hickey attack. The tightness of Jack's fingers in his hair, the heat and pressure and insistence of Jack's mouth hits him like a brick. Right in the libido.

"Holy fuck," he gasps, voice edged with a moan.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good?"

Jack laughs breathlessly, keeping hold of Poison as he lifts his head and kisses him, hard, pressing his way into Poison's mouth.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh." That is all he can manage before Jack's just kissing the fuck out of him. His hands tighten and he meets the kiss full on, biting at Jack's bottom lip before trying to taste him, trying to match the intensity.