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[rockabillyboy]

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]

Jack grins, his fingers tracing the line of lace against Poison's ass.

"Christ," he breathes. "You make me want to do filthy things to you." It's not a new confession.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I like it when you do filthy things." Poison grins. "What're you thinking?" He keeps his voice low and turns his head, nudging his nose against Jack's jaw.

[rockabillyboy]

"I was thinking..." The trailers have started and this one is loud and frenetic, full of flashy energy, "Of making you take your panties off so I can gag you with them so you don't disturb anyone's movie-going experience. I was thinking that if you kept your head down, your hair'd hide it."

He's joking. Mostly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison chokes back a moan and tries to ignore the throb of heat that sinks through him, right to his cock. "Jack," he breathes. "You're killing me."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack can't help but look very pleased with him at that. He grins. "Oh, you like that idea?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"It's a good idea," he mutters, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

[rockabillyboy]

"So take your panties off."

Jack's pulse races a little. His eyes dart towards the couple of people sitting in the cinema, ten rows in front of them, completely absorbed in the previews.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his hips to slide the panties off. It's a little awkward getting them all the way off, but before too long he passes them to Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack bites his lip as Poison hands him his underwear, warm from his skin. He traces a damp spot with the pad of his thumb. The movie's started and he hasn't even noticed.

"So slutty, boo," he murmurs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You like it," he coos, keeping his voice soft. He wets his lips. Poison's completely lost interest in whatever's happening on the screen.

[rockabillyboy]

"I love it," says Jack, nudging Poison's knees wider apart with his hand, spreading his knees, intensely aware of the way his skirt rides up against his thighs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison slides his thighs apart; he's also aware of how his skirt rides up and he tries not to squirm. "The best," he purrs.

[rockabillyboy]

"I am the best," says Jack, grinning, looking at how easily Poison spreads his knees. The outline of his cock is clear through clinging quiet. "Think you can quiet or do you need your panties in your mouth?"

All of this delivered in a heated whisper, pressed right into Poison's ear.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I'll try to be quiet," he mumbles. "You can stuff 'em in my mouth if I get too loud."

[rockabillyboy]

"Think you can do it?" asks Jack, ducking his head to kiss and suck at Poison's neck, his hand resting against Poison's thigh.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison whimpers but he keeps his mouth closed, trying to be quiet as Jack works a on a hickey or something. He tries to slide his hips forward, wanting Jack's hand. "What-- what're we gonna do?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Maybe," breathes Jack, "You could jerk me off into your panties and then I'll shove them in your mouth while I return the favour?"

He's got no idea where this comes from, sometimes.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison has no idea where it comes from either, but he's super okay with it when it shows up. He wets his lips and he can't help but grin. "I'm really good with this idea."

It occurs to him that he might end up leaving here without panties on, but hey, could be part of the thrill.

He takes the panties back from Jack and turns a bit more towards him so he can get his jeans open. As soon as they are he gently guides Jack's cock out, then wraps the panties around it. He steals a kiss as he starts stroking.

[rockabillyboy]

It occurs to Jack, a moment after Poison starts to stroke his dick, that this might not have been the best idea. He bites his lip to keep from making a noise as he shifts his hips slowly, rocking into Poison's fist, the silky friction of his panties.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Need help staying quiet?" he whispers against Jack's ear. He strokes steadily, knowing all the little tricks and moves that Jack likes by now. He wants to go down on him, but he's a little worried that might be too hard to stay quiet through.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah," he breathes, laughing. "Maybe." He rocks his hips, thrusting lewdly up into Poison's palm. He pushes his hand into Poison's hair, tugging him into a kiss.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison meets the kiss, licking into his mouth. He twists his hand a little each time he strokes, making sure the fabric does more than just slide up and down.

[rockabillyboy]

The kiss actually makes it easier to stay quiet. He rocks up, getting closer and closer to the edge. His fingers stay tight in Poison's hair.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wishes he had a little more to work with. His free hand slides up under Jack's shirt, pushing it high but who the fuck is gonna see them? Maybe it's mean to do this when they're trying to be quiet, but as soon as he finds one of Jack's nipple, he gives a slow, sharp pinch.

[rockabillyboy]

He almost yelps. He bites his lip hard enough that he's sure he tastes blood, squirming in his chair as Poison plays with his cock and pinches his nipple. It's almost too much.