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

He takes Poison's hand, getting up and then pulling him against him, one arm curling around his waist, thrilling at the way he feels a different shape in these clothes.

"Lunch?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"Feed me," he answers, grinning up at Jack. He leans up to get a kiss, then tries to wriggle free. "We're gonna need the energy. I can tell."

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rockabillyboy

"I've never done this before," points out Jack, meaning that he's never been in love before. Maybe he was starting to feel it for Bex, but it hadn't really been anything like this. "I'm sure I used to be able to keep my hands off you."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Gone on a date with someone that looks like a girl?"

Poison is 98% sure that's not what Jack meant at all, but he's in he habit of deflecting. He smiles and leans into Jack's side as they leave the apartment.

"Bet you thought about your hands on me," he quips.

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rockabillyboy

"All the time," says Jack, pausing to lock the door. "And I have been on dates with people who look like girls. Jesus." He laughs. "Just...there are no other people like you."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison curls his fingers in the front of Jack's shirt and tugs him into another kiss. "You sure can be a sweet-talker when you get started," he murmurs, a smile teasing at his mouth. He kisses Jack again, then gives him a little shove. "But only a milkshake is gonna get these panties to drop."

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rockabillyboy

"Christ, if I knew you were that easy..." says Jack, grinning as he pushes the call button on the elevator. "But I bet that's what you say to all the boys."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Baby I would suck dick for a can of soda that wasn't flat," he giggles. Okay, maybe he wouldn't have gone that far, unless it was Ghoul's, but never mind that. Poison slides into the elevator and leans back on the wall. "Only to the boys I want to drop 'em for."

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rockabillyboy

A stab of jealousy hits Jack hard and he frowns a little before he tries to shrug it off.

"Don't do that," he says.

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afabulouskilljoy

"Do what?" Poison frowns a little. It's obvious he's crossed a line, he's just not sure which one, or how far.

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rockabillyboy

"Make yourself sound like that," says Jack, still frowning. "I don't..." He shrugs. "I don't know why it bothers me."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison reaches for Jack, tugging him closer. "Hey," he murmurs, tipping his head up to nudge Jack's cheek. "It's all about you, baby. I'm just teasing, I can tone it down." He gives him a little kiss.

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rockabillyboy

"It makes it sound like I'm, like, judging you or whatever?" says Jack, turning his head to catch Poison's mouth in a kiss. "I don't care what you did before you met me. I just...don't like you making yourself sound like that for a joke? I don't know."

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afabulouskilljoy

"You're sweet, Jack." He's tender as he says it and he kisses him again, stroking the backs of his fingers down Jack's cheek. "I'll try to catch it. My sense of humor can get messed up." He leans closer to nuzzle Jack's chest.

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rockabillyboy

"I can tell when you don't mean it," he points out. "I can tell when it's not something true. Like that shit that Dee says about pornobots or whatever they are. You just like making yourself sound as slutty as possible." He smiles, a little. "I mean, I love it when you're slutty, don't get me wrong, but..."

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afabulouskilljoy

"But you don't like picturing me with other people?" he guesses, sliding his hands down Jack's sides to squeeze his hips. "Also at least one of the pornodroid stories is true, but it's not the one that actually involves any."

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rockabillyboy

"I don't mind, like...I don't mind the thought of you with Ghoul?" admits Jack, his hips tilting slightly under Poison's hand. "But screwing around for soda? Yeah, I hate that though."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Why?" Maybe he should just accept it, but that's almost never been his style. HE doesn't mean it in an accusatory way - he's honestly just curious. He wants to understand which part bothers Jack so he can avoid it.

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rockabillyboy

"I don't know," says Jack, rolling his shoulder. "Because the thought of someone using you like that kind of makes me want to punch them in the face? I'm not sure it's rational."

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afabulouskilljoy

"You're awesome," he says fondly, sliding his arms around Jack to hug him. "My hero." And he's not being an ass when he says that. He means it.

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rockabillyboy

"Yeah?" He feels a little bit ridiculous. He drops a kiss into Poison's red hair, skims his hand down the small of his back. "It's like, the only Buddhist directive on sex. It's not supposed to be harmful physically or spiritually. I guess that's kind of what I mean."

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afabulouskilljoy

"If you harm me physically it's cause I asked for it, and if you hurt me accidentally it's not like you're getting anything out of it." He kisses Jack's shoulder. "You're not harming me spiritually. And as far as my sense of humor, I will tone that bit down. Or I'll try."

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rockabillyboy

"I love you." He says it and he means it, utterly, his arms snaking around Poison's waist to give him a solid squeeze as he kisses his shoulder. "I'm just...I'm sorry if I take a while to figure this out. I really haven't ever done anything like this before. Never been in love."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Scary as fuck, isn't it?" He gives a tender, sympathetic smile. "We'll figure out together, baby. Promise." He turns his head to kiss Jack's temple as the elevator dings to announce the lobby.