rockabillyboy | (no subject)

It's not quite daylight when he lets himself into Poison's apartment. He'd showered at the hotel, but he's still wearing last night's clothes, black t-shirt, jeans, boots. He drops his wallet and his keys on the counter and pads into the bathroom, brushing his teeth before he slips into the bedroom. Poison's there and Jack finds himself relieved, even though he doesn't know what he was expecting.

The bed gives slightly when he sits down to take off his boots.

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From:

afabulouskilljoy

His fingers are tight in Jack's hair, legs around his waist. He needs this. Poison still loves it when Jack carries him like this. He tries to devour him in every kiss.

From:

rockabillyboy

When they get to the bed, Jack lays Poison down as gently as he can, kneeling on the bed between his spread thighs. He leans down, slotting his weight against Poison, rocking down against him.

"I love you so much," he mumbles, pressing it between kisses.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Love you," he breathes. He pulls Jack into another kiss, arching up to press tight against him. "Jack, need you in me." It's a sudden, aching need, and it makes Poison feel desperate in a way that he hasn't in a long time. Almost on the verge of tears. It's been a rough night, and all he wants is Jack.

From:

rockabillyboy

"Take your pants off for me," says Jack, shifting away from Poison but only so that he can grab the lube.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison lifts his hips so he can shove his pajama bottoms off. He kicks them off the rest of the way before Jack gets back.

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack slicks his fingers and presses two against Poison with no fuss or ceremony. He groans softly as he eases them into Poison's ass.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison almost wants to tell Jack to just push into him, but they can't do that. And he's tense, eyebrows drawn together. It takes him a moment to actually relax and he makes a quiet, frustrated sound. He pulls Jack down into another kiss, licking into his mouth as his hips finally rock up to meet the thrust of his fingers.

From:

rockabillyboy

He feels that moment when Poison relaxes into it, when he starts to rock up to meet him. Jack gets a third finger into him as quickly and as smoothly as he can.

"Tell me when you feel ready to go, baby."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"I'm ready," he gasps. "Please don't make me wait." Poison's been waiting all night, whether he's been thinking about it or not. Maybe it's going to be a little tight, but he wants that. Needs it. He knows it'll be fine - it's not like they're new at this.

From:

rockabillyboy

Pulling his fingers out of Poison's ass, Jack fumbles his jeans and his underwear down his thighs, slicking his cock and positioning himself back between Poison's thighs. He doesn't wait, doesn't ask for any more permission before he slides into him.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison cries out, not in pain but because he wants it, so fucking bad. He lifts his hips as Jack pushes in, grabbing him, trying to pull him closer, faster. Fingers tangle tight in his hair while his other hand grips Jack's shirt, balling into a fist. "Fuck. Holy fuck baby, please."

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack can take the hint. He isn't slow, isn't careful. He finds a rhythm that's hard and fast, hopes they're slick enough. He listens for any sign that he's hurting Poison.

"That how you want it?" he asks, a hot breath against Poison's cheek. "Baby, you feel so good."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Yes, yes." His fingers leave Jack's hair, dropping instead to grab at his jeans where they're bunched around his hips. The denim scrapes against his thighs but he doesn't care. He tries to pull Jack against him with every thrust, encouraging him. A few tears slide down his cheek. "Don't stop," he begs.

From:

rockabillyboy

He couldn't stop if he tried. He fucks Poison as hard and as deep, as thoroughly, as he can. He bends his head, taking a kiss, smudges his lips across the tears on Poison's cheek. "I've got you, baby. I'm right here."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Hold me," he pleads, like they can actually get closer than they are right now. Poison moans, pushes his face against Jack's neck like he can hide. "Jack--" But he can't say anything else, voice catching on a desperate sound. His thighs tighten and he's close. Every breath is ragged, edged with a needy, eager sound.

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack shifts, his arms under Poison's arms, tucked behind him, holding him close as they fuck. "I've got you, baby. I promise."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

He feels fresh tears when Jack says that and he tries to hold him tighter. The angle is good, and every thrust is hitting him where he needs it. Poison's grip tightens and he closes his eyes as he comes, a sharp, desperate sound escaping as he spills between them, probably making a mess of his shirt.

From:

rockabillyboy

Poison comes, the space between their bodies going slick and hot and Jack moans loudly, his face pressed into Poison's shoulder.

"M'close, baby. M'really...shit. I'm nearly there."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Wanna feel you come, Jack. Please, please." He lets go of Jack's clothes and wraps his arms around him, hugging him close.

From:

rockabillyboy

He's so close. He wants it to badly. He thrusts again and then he's tumbling over the edge.

"Oh, God, I love you. I love you so much."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"I love you," he breathes, moaning a little as Jack comes. Poison can feel it, and it's all at once intensely comforting and startling. He clings to Jack, riding it out with him until neither of them can move anymore.