rockabillyboy | (no subject)

Once they're in the apartment, Jack drops his bag. He finds himself skittish, suddenly, which is ridiculous, but they've admitted to a lot, this morning, and it's taking a whole to settle. He turns to face Poison, starting to tug his shirt over his head.

"I need to shower."

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rockabillyboy

It feels amazing, just kissing like they are, pressed together and squirming in the middle of his bed like this. He bites his lip, his face flushed, his hand shifting to trace up the line of Poison's side, the dip of his waist, fingers splayed against his ribs, thumb teasing his nipple hard.

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afabulouskilljoy

It feels really good. Poison makes a little noise and bites Jack's lip a bit harder, not meaning to. He tries to suck on his tongue by way of apology and squirms a little, getting his shirt to ride higher.

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rockabillyboy

"Ah!" He pinches Poison's nipple, just a little, in retaliation, breathing a laugh against his lips. He rolls them a little, so that he's leaning across Poison, so that he's leaning down into the kiss.

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afabulouskilljoy

He moans quietly into the kiss as they shift position. It makes Jack's leg shift between his own and he can't help the way he rocks up to meet it, his cock hard behind the thin fabric of the pajama pants.

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rockabillyboy

"God," breathes Jack, lifting his head to look down into Poison's face as they kiss, as Poison rocks against him like that. "Look at you."

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afabulouskilljoy

"What?" he murmurs, a little dazed after that kiss. He tries to pull Jack a little closer, gripping his hips, his sides.

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rockabillyboy

"I don't know how I'm ever supposed to get out of bed again with you looking like that," says Jack, grinning as he looks down at him. He rolls his hips down deliberately. "With you feeling like that."

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afabulouskilljoy

"At least we're not too far from the kitchen," he teases. "We won't pass out from a lack of sustenance--mm." He arches toward Jack, t-shirt now bunched up beneath his arms and his pajamas loose, falling, around his hips.

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rockabillyboy

Jack smooths his hand up Poison's torso again, kissing his lips, his jaw, the side of his neck. "You want to get naked for me again? You're halfway there anyway."

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afabulouskilljoy

"I mean, if you insist." Poison wriggles out of his shirt, but he doesn't move to take the pajamas off yet. Doing so meant letting Jack's thigh out from between his legs, and he's not sure he wants that yet.

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rockabillyboy

"I'm never going to get enough of seeing you naked," says Jack, pressing his mouth against Poison's throat, sucking lightly at his pulse.

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afabulouskilljoy

"Uh huh. 'Cause I don' wander around naked, like some Buddhists." He grins at Jack, then tips his head back to make room for his head, his mouth.

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rockabillyboy

"Because you hate that I do that," he says, smirking, kissing down Poison's throat. "You hate it."

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afabulouskilljoy

"The worst," he agrees. "It's super distracting. Whatever thought I'm having just flies out the window as soon as you walk by."

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rockabillyboy

"Maybe I ought to start wearing a sweatshirt at all times." He skims his hand down Poison's torso, pressing one hand against his belly, tracing the shape of his navel with his thumb.

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afabulouskilljoy

"Whoa whoa that's escalating a little fast," he insists. "You could try those yoga pants of yours first. See if that helps." He squirms under Jack's touch, grinding against his thigh.

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rockabillyboy

"Those yoga pants are pretty tight, though," says Jack, shifting, keeping Poison pressed against the mattress with one hand as he kisses his throat.

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afabulouskilljoy

"Better than naked," he huffs, keeping his head back so Jack has full access. It feels... weird, in a good way, to be held in place so gently.

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rockabillyboy

"You see if I get naked for you again any time soon," says Jack, pressing down lightly with the heel of his hand, kissing down over Poison's bare chest.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison makes a little sound under that pressure and finds himself pushing up, squirming under Jack's gentle, but firm hold. "Shit," he gasps.

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rockabillyboy

He's managed to get Poison like this before, that night on his couch. He keeps up that firm pressure, lips dragging against his chest.

"What?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"Nothing," he mumbles, though he arches towards Jack's hand. It's so near his cock and yet obnoxiously far, but he still has his thigh pressed up between his legs. He tries to get a tiny bit of satisfaction from that.

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rockabillyboy

"Liar."

He trails his lips over Poison's nipple, licking first, and then teasing with the edges of his teeth.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison whimpers a bit. "'m not," he insists. "Just-- I don't know why that drives me nuts." He squirms again under Jack, testing that press of his hand.