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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[rockabillyboy]

Jack is intensely aware that he's dressed and Poison is still just as naked as he was last night. He tries, hard, not to be distracted by the pale, lean lines of him, stark contrast to the bright colour of his hair.

"You need anything else?" He asks, draining the last of his own coffee.

Jack can think of at least one thing that he personally needs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Mm, think I'm good," he says, lingering over his coffee after he finishes the toast. Poison rubs his hair, which is kind of wild right now since he slept on it while it was wet.

[rockabillyboy]

There are things that he wants to do here, has wanted to do ever since he rolled over and found Poison still sleeping next to him. Nerves boil through him like butterflies. He shifts, moving the tray off the bed and setting it on the floor before shifting up the bed to sprawl beside Poison. Slowly, tentatively, he reaches out and brushes his fingertips against the mark he left on Poison's collarbone last night.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison, for his part, seems completely oblivious to Jack's dilemma. He smiles, though, when Jack's fingers touch his bruise. "Proud of yourself, are you?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I don't know," says Jack, bending his head to brush a kiss against that bruise, fingers brushing over Poison's ribs. "It seems pretty unbuddhist. Pretty much the only rule about sex is not acting in a way that's harmful."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He shivers a little at the kiss, at the drifting touch. "It's not unBuddhist if someone got off on it," Poison insists. "Do I look harmed to you?"

[rockabillyboy]

That shiver seems good and Jack's tongue darts out to touch his skin, trace his pulse.

"No," he concedes. "But it's a little...intense. How being with you made me want to be."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's pulse is quicker, even if he's playing it cool on the outside. A grin starts creeping across his face, though. "What did you wanna be?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Rough," says Jack, blushing when he says it. His hand skims back up Poison's ribcage, thumb teasing across his nipple. "Possessive? Does that make sense?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, sure it makes sense." Poison wonders if he should think about putting his coffee aside before something terrible were to happen to it, or Jack's sheets. "Guess that's new for you?" He lifts his eyebrows, curious. One could certainly feel those things without having fucked someone, right?

[rockabillyboy]

"Sort of," he says and what he's not going to admit is that he felt similar for Bex, even though he's not about to admit that to Poison. He realises that he's still holding his coffee and gently takes it out of his hands, setting it down before kissing down his chest.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison looks after the coffee as it's taken away, just for a second, before Jack kisses his chest. "Your plan was to get me just caffeinated enough to be awake for sex." He tries to pout but it's hard when a grin is trying to fight free.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack lifts his head, grinning boyishly.

"Sorry," he says. "You want to finish your coffee first?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I get this feeling like if I try to finish my coffee, you will find some way to distract me away from it. And then you'd get coffee all over the bed. And that would be a tragic waste of coffee."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack leans back, putting some definite space between them.

"Go ahead," he says, smirking. "Finish your coffee. I'll be good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his eyebrows. He keeps his eyes on Jack as he reaches over to retrieve his coffee mug. "I'm not sure I believe you." He narrows his eyes a bit as he brings the mug to his lips, still watching Jack from over the rim.

[rockabillyboy]

"I am absolutely a man of my word," says Jack, doing a passable impression of his father for a moment. He reaches out for his phone and starts scrolling through social messaging, glancing up at Poison occasionally.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison still looks dubious as fuck, but he finishes his coffee while Jack does stuff on his phone.

When the mug is empty, he makes a show of tentatively setting it aside.

[rockabillyboy]

Glancing up over the top of his phone, Jack raises an eyebrow.

"Happy?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison mirrors the eyebrow thing. "I... think so?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shifts up the bed so that he's at least sitting beside Poison, pressed against him at shoulder and hip.

"Got anywhere to be?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, I don't have a job, friends, or any major responsibilities, so... No?" Jack is warm and solid against his side. It's nice.

[rockabillyboy]

"Shut the fuck up. People like you," says Jack, smirking. He turns towards Poison, ducking his head to brush his lips against the side of his neck again, back where he started. "That's really convenient, though. I don't have to work today."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh yeah? No being Zen for you today? You got any plans?" He grins, knowing that he's just fucking with Jack now but it's kinda fun.

[rockabillyboy]

"I might work on my portfolio later," says Jack, his lips grazing that bruise on Poison's throat again, fingers brushing over his collarbone, up into his hair. Jack's tone is casual but his breath shivers out against Poison's skin.