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 breaks from the kiss to drop his head back. He uses the headboard to push himself toward each thrust, hips rising to meet Jack's.

"I need-- I need--" Fuck he can barely think let alone articulate. His mouth hangs open as he tries to breathe. His back hurts from trying to hold the position but it's so fucking worth it when he gets the intense thrill. "Jack 'm gonna come. Don't stop don't stop--"

Poison actually runs into Jack's chest when the feeling hits. When he comes he curls forward like he's trying to trap the feeling - he lets go of the bed and blankets to clutch Jack instead.

[rockabillyboy]

He whimpers, the space between their bodies gone hot and slick with come, and he feels like he could go a little longer, wonders if that's the right thing to do. He curls in to meet Poison, his face pressed into his neck as he thrusts, as Poison shivers and trembles.

"Do I..." He moans, breathless. "What do I do?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's hands move, tangling in Jack's hair to anchor him for a slick, slightly uncoordinated juss. "Don't stop until you're done."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods, his lips bumping against Poison's lips, smudging as he keeps moving, keeps thrusting. He groans, the sound loud in a room that's quiet except for their breathing, the slick sounds of their bodies moving together.

"Jesus," he mumbles. "Is it bad that I wish I could come inside you?"

He's not sure where that sudden wave of possessiveness comes from.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans in response to that little comment. "Uh huh," he pants. He feels too hot, too scattered to come up with a better reply - all he can really focus on is how it feels when Jack moves like that, and trying to fucking breathe. He tries to tighten around Jack again, urging him on.

[rockabillyboy]

He does want it, so much, and it doesn't escape him that Poison doesn't say no.

"Oh, fuck," he mumbles. "I'm so close." He moans when Poison's body squeezes around him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"C'mon baby," he breathes. "I wanna feel you Jack. Wanna see it." He strokes his fingers through Jack's hair and pulls him into another kiss, though he can't hold to it very long.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack makes a sound that's almost a whimper, almost tears when he comes, his mouth crushed against Poison's for a second like he can breath him instead of oxygen.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites Jack's lip before dragging him back by his hair to break the intense kiss. He needs to breathe - Jack needs to breathe - and he wants to see Jack's face.

[rockabillyboy]

The pull in his hair makes his cock twitch and he swallows, eyes closed.

"Fuck. That was amazing."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh." He's back to just making sounds rather than words. Poison drops back to the bed, hand sliding out of Jack's hair to flop down too.

"Fuck," he sighs as a grin creeps across his face.

[rockabillyboy]

"Do I get marks out of ten for my first time?" Asks Jack, grinning, pulling out of Poison's body to sprawl beside him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Can't math right now," Poison huffs. Once Jack pulls out, Poison rolls into his side. He's already a little sore but he's good with that.

"So much for that shower though."

[rockabillyboy]

"I blame you."

Jack rolls off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. He deals with the condom and washes off, pausing to brush his teeth before padding back into the bedroom. He pauses in the doorway, just looking at Poison for a moment.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison probably looks a bit wrecked but he's okay with it. Every time he moves he feels it and it's good. He grins tiredly when he realizes back is staring at him.

"Hey."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack crawls into bed, nudging Poison around until he can pull sheets and blankets up over them. Now they're done he feels a little awkward; he wants to press close but he's not sure he's supposed to. He misses the easy contact of a few weeks ago but he's pretty sure he wouldn't have swapped tonight for anything, even if it's all he gets.

"Okay?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Mhm."

Poison rolls over to drape across Jack. His bright red head ends up on Jack's shoulder and an arm rests across his chest. Poison doesn't seen to have plans to go anywhere.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack reaches out to flick off the light and then, almost tentatively, he wraps his arms around Poison, one arm around his waist, fingers pushed into his hair.

He makes a soft, contended noise, stifling a yawn.

"If I make you coffee in the morning, do I get another go around?" He teases softly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison snorts a laugh. "You can fuck me in the morning but I hope you don't expect a stirling performance before coffee."

[rockabillyboy]

"What if I let you drink your coffee first?" Teases Jack, turning his head to graze a kiss against Poison's forehead.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Are you sure you can wait that long?" Poison grins, even with his eyes closed. His sometimes manic way of talking is slowing down. Way down. "Makin it sound kind of urgent."

[rockabillyboy]

"I think I'll make it," says Jack, smirking against Poison's skin. The fingers in his hair drift aimlessly, scratching against his scalp a little. He's already figured out how much Poison likes having his hair played with. "Maybe I'll do some yoga when I wake up. Meditate or something."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison snorted. "You do your yoga," he says with a grin. He stifles a yawn and feels himself fading. "'ll wake up when there's coffee," he promises.

[rockabillyboy]

He falls asleep like that, with Poison curled in his arms, his cheek resting against red, red hair. He sleeps like the dead.

*

Morning light filters past the blinds and Jack gently extricates himself from the bed. He pauses, for a moment, in the act of pulling on clothes he can exercise in, looking at the man still sleeping in his bed. That warm, liquid feeling has seeped all of the way through him.

He feels both giddy and terrified.

Yoga helps. He runs through his routine, enjoying the stretch in his muscles, the peace that settles over him. When he's done, he makes coffee and toast. He realises that he doesn't know how Poison likes either, so he brings a tray with him when he comes back.

Setting it down on the bed, he leans down and presses a trio of kisses against Poison's jaw.

"Morning?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls into the warm spot that Jack leaves behind, nearly face-down in the pillow. He has at least enough sense not to suffocate himself in his sleep.

He sleeps all the way through Jack's yoga endeavors, which is probably a shame for the view he's missing.

He sleeps deeply enough that he's a little startled when Jack wakes him up, but at least he doesn't flail. "Huh?" He looks around, a little dazed. He doesn't remember where he is for a second. Then he sees Jack, and a smile slowly appears.

"Hey," he says. "G'morning. Is it morning?" He looks toward the window.