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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afabulouskilljoy

"What do you wanna hear?" Poison's pretty sure he knows, he just wants to hear Jack say it. He moves his legs so his thighs are framing Jack's hips, just to keep him close.

From:

rockabillyboy

"More about what you like," he says, shifting, rolling his hips slowly, lazily, against Poison's, his lips still moving against the soft, damp skin of the crook of Poison's neck. "More about how rough you like it."

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afabulouskilljoy

He wets his lips and rocks his hips up to meet Jack's. The request brings up some memories he's not sure he wants to linger on. But then he grins and strokes his fingers into Jack's hair.

"Made me feel alive when everything else was falling apart. I could focus on just-- just fucking feeling it."

He wets his lips and reaches down between them to squeeze Jack's cock. "When I saw how big you are it's like the second thing that popped into my head. How I would've been really okay with you bending me over one of the sinks. Or fuck it, if you wanted to fuck me down on my knees, right there in the bathroom."

Poison grins - maybe he's not necessarily talking about being rough, but he'll get around to it. "I kinda like having bruises I can enjoy. If I'd thought about it, might've turned us around when you were fucking my mouth so I would've been pinned between you and the wall."

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rockabillyboy

It's filthy and Jack's never really heard anything like it before and it makes his head spin with how much it makes him want. He bites his lip and then he leans down to kiss Poison hard on the mouth. He wants to pin him to the bed, take hold of his wrists again, bruise him. The desire is so strong it makes his head spin.

"Keep going."

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afabulouskilljoy

The kiss makes him moan and his thighs tighten against Jack's hips. When they part again, he's a little breathless.

"I swear to God if you don't fuck me soon I'm gonna kick you off the bed and do it myself," he whines.

Fuck okay, he can focus. He wets his lips. "I like it hen I feel like I'm gonna crawl out of my skin. When I'm climbing the bed to get away and pushing back to get more at the same time."

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rockabillyboy

"How do you want me to fuck you?" asks Jack, leaning away from him to grab the lube on a condom. He circles one of Poison's nipples with his thumb and then pinches, twisting a little, just to see what Poison's face does.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison jerks a bit and reaches to guide Jack's hand away. "Dull pain not sharp pain. Unless you're biting. That's fine." He flashes a quick smile.

"How do you wanna fuck me? Like this or you want me to roll over?"

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rockabillyboy

"Sorry." A frown fleets across his face, another apology dancing on his tongue. He swallows it. "Like this. I want to see your face."

On 29 April 2016 at 23:44, afabulouskilljoy - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

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afabulouskilljoy

"Don't worry about it. I expect you to tell me if I ever do anything you don't like," he says with a point. Then Poison grins. "Alright. Grab the lube? We're uh. Probably definitely gonna need that."

He keeps forgetting Jack is inexperienced.

From:

rockabillyboy

Lube in hand, Jack shifts slightly so that he's up on his knees, looking down at Poison spread out on his bed like that. He squeezes some lube onto his fingers and then he slips his hand between Poison's legs, following the cleft of his ass, rubbing the tips of his fingers against his hole. He flushes, his eyes darting between Poison's face and down again.

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afabulouskilljoy

"Use two," he says. Maybe it'll be a bit of a stretch at first, but he wants to feel it. Poison rocks his hips forward, gently urging. He knows he shouldn't rush this.

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rockabillyboy

Jack hesitates for a moment, and then he starts to press two fingers into Poison's ass, moving slowly, not wanting to hurt him. He keeps the movement slow and steady, until his fingers are pressed inside him as deep as they'll go. Then, he starts to move them, starts to fuck him with them. His free hand grazes against Poison's ribs.

"So dull pain. Like what?"

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison laughs, sort of, when Jack wants him to keep talking. Alright, he can do this. Maybe. Because as soon as Jack's fingers start moving like they mean it, he's having trouble stringing words together. Or thoughts.

"Ah-- uhm. Like-- like the hickey. Bruises. Uhm. Like the kinda soreness you feel after a good fuck. I mean like. I like how it feels when my hair gets pulled around, but--"

He can't quite finish that sentence, because he makes it a point to move his hips just so and Jack's fingers hit the right spot. "Fuck."

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rockabillyboy

He makes that noise, his hips jerking, and Jack is instantly desperate to see that again. He keeps the angle of his fingers the same, pushes the fast and hard into Poison's ass. Without being told, he starts to push another one in.

"What about being held down?"

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison makes a sound that's almost a moan when Jack stretches him a bit more. His head drops back and he tries to keep his hips right where they are, but it's kind of difficult when he's also trying to fuck himself on Jack's fingers.

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah just-- just gotta be careful."

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rockabillyboy

"Careful," asks Jack, pressing his fingers into Poison as smooth and as deep as he can. His free hand strokes over Poison's hip, up to his ribs as he fucks him with three fingers. He wants to hear him make that noise again. "Right."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison's stomach tightens and he grabs at the blanket beneath him, just for something to fucking hold onto. "Want you in me," he gasps suddenly. "C'mon c'mon c'mon."

He reaches above his head, half pulling away even as his hips jerk towards Jack's hand.

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rockabillyboy

"Oh, fuck," breathes Jack, and he plucks a condom off the blanket, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it down over his dick. He reaches for the lube, aware that he's bigger than poison, that he doesn't want to hurt him.

"Keep your hands up there?" He asks, slicking his cock and leaning it between Poison's spread thighs.

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afabulouskilljoy

"Uh huh." That's about all he manages when he feels Jack rub up against him. "Fuck yes," he sighs, nudging his hips forward. Yeah he knows what he's getting into, physically, and he's as ready as he's going to get. He has to remember he probably shouldn't rush Jack though. Because this is still new for him.

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rockabillyboy

Jack starts to ease into Poison's ass one inch at a time and it feels so good, so incredible, that he almost loses it right there and then. He catches his weight on trembling arms, balls deep in Poison's body.

"Jesus Christ."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Just-- just--" Poison is having trouble remembering his native language as Jack pushes in. He gasps sharply, nearly choking on his breath because it's good, it's so fucking good. He wets his lips and his hands tighten on the pillow he's grabbing while the rest of him tries to relax. "Just stay here a minute," he manages.

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rockabillyboy

Doing as he's told, Jack stays still. His eyelashes flutter for a moment. Poison looks beautiful like this, the muscles in his upper arms standing out, the look on his face. Jack takes the opportunity to stare.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Holy shit you feel good," he sighs. It takes him a minute to just... yeah. And when Poison is a little more used to the feeling he nudges his hips forward. He finally opens his eyes and gives Jack a grin. "Alright," he coos. "I'm good."

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack rocks his hips, pulling almost all of the way out of Poison's body before he presses back in. He bends his head, looking for a kiss but sort of wanting to make Poison chase it a little.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Oh fuck," he moans when Jack starts moving. He feels his lips for like half a second and leans up to catch Jack in a kiss. One hand leaves the pillow to grab the back of his head.