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[rockabillyboy]

"I'm pretty sure that Kavinsky's in love with me."

He blurts it out, all of a sudden, lying on his side in bed with a movie playing on the laptop. He rolls over to look up at Poison, eyebrows raised. "I mean, I know he is. But...it's not a big deal. It's not. It's just...something I'm not okay with you not knowing anymore."

He blurts it out. And then he waits.

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[rockabillyboy]

"I want to know who you're with, but I don't think I want to know details, necessarily." That might change, in the moment, but for right now? "Don't let anyone hurt you. Don't fall in love with anyone."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods, and then he can't help but smile. "I'm all yours, baby." He leans to kiss Jack, sweet and lingering. "What kind of hurt are we talking about?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I know that...sometimes? Some of the things that we do...they get kind of close to what happened to you before." He can't bring himself to say it out loud, so he hopes Poison follows. "Don't let someone else get you that close."

[afabulouskilljoy]

His look softens and he leans to kiss Jack again. "Okay. No hardcore smacking around." He strokes Jack's hair. "And we can both renegotiate these things... like if you feel there's something you really wanna do with Kav, you can talk to me about it, okay? Even if it's something I've said no to before. That doesn't necessarily mean no forever. Okay?"

[rockabillyboy]

He's relieved when Poison's face softens like that and then he leans into the kiss. He nods.

"I get it." He smudges their noses together. "We'll figure it out as we go, yeah?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He nods and kisses Jack again. "Yes. I love you, Jack. That's not changing. I'll be your anchor for this."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods, leaning in to nuzzle along Poison's jaw, breathing in the scent of him.

"Are we done talking? I could do with you getting me out of my head, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison pulls Jack on top of him, pulling him into another kiss. "We can totally be done talking," he murmurs, leaning up to kiss Jack again, tongue slipping to taste him.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack moans softly, opening his mouth to the kiss, rolling his hips down to meet Poison's. His hands frame his boyfriend's head on the pillow.

[afabulouskilljoy]

His thighs shift, pressing on either side of Jack to get him closer. "I love you," he murmurs, hands cradling Jack's face. "Whatever else, that's not gonna change." He feels like he can promise that. Then he laughs a little. "I'll stop talking now."

[rockabillyboy]

"I love you too," says Jack. He arches an eyebrow. "Do I need to put something in your mouth to stop your talking?" What he really wants is for Poison to slap him around a bit, remind him what a good thing he's got here. But he'll go either way.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He laughs, startled, and shakes his head a little. "Tell me what you need," he murmurs, kissing Jack again.

[rockabillyboy]

"I need you to go hard on me," says Jack, kissing down Poison's jaw. "Remind me where my boundaries are." He kisses him again. "Please."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods and his hand slides, gripping Jack's jaw and chin. "You're gonna fuck me, though. Because you're a good boy, and because I'm telling you that I want your cock. You're gonna give it to me, right?"

His look shifts as he says that, the one that says they're starting a scene, the one that says that Jack is his for however long this lasts, and anything less than yes, unless it's a red light, isn't going to work.

[rockabillyboy]

"Of course I am," says Jack, loving that shift in Poison's expression, in the tone of his voice. A shiver goes down his spine. "Anything you want, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison pats Jack's cheek - hard. It's almost a slap. "Suck my cock, Jack. But you don't get to make me come like that, so pay attention. Got it?" He lifted his eyebrows. Then he smirks. "Maybe we should make this harder... Get on the floor, on your knees. I'm gonna fuck your throat."

[rockabillyboy]

His cheek stings and he nods. He slips down onto his knees on the floor, shirtless in his underwear and he waits. He lifts his eyebrows slightly, opens his mouth.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison slides to the edge of the bed and pushes his boxer briefs down on the way - it's one of those rare days. He doesn't take his shirt off. He reaches for the back of Jack's head to pull him close, his other hand on his cock to guide it. "C'mon, baby. You know how to suck dick. Lemme see."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack sways forward immediately, his mouth sliding down over Poison's dick, bobbing for a moment and then going lower, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He rocks his hips forward as Jack sets a pace. "You look so good with a cock in your mouth, honey. Like you were made to be right fuckin' here, on your knees." His fingers tighten in Jack's hair and the next time he bobs down, Poison rocks his hips forward, gentle the first time he pushes down his throat. But then his hand tightens and he holds Jack there for a moment before he relaxes his grip again, letting him slide back.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack gags, but just a little as Poison's dick slides into his throat. He moans, bobbing his head, keeping up the rhythm and the pace that Poison wants.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Stay still," he instructs, and when Jack does as he's told Poison starts fucking his mouth, his throat. "Stay relaxed." Jack looks so fucking good, so fucking used, like this that it's unreal.

He has to stop after another minute, forcing himself to pull back - pushing Jack away from him. "Fuck," he gasps. He pulls Jack close again, lets his cock rub against his cheek. "Get the lube, baby. Wanna have it close when we're ready."

[rockabillyboy]

Swaying in, Jack presses a kiss against Poison's hipbone before he pulls back, turning to the drawer at the side of the bed to grab the lube. His throat feels a little raw from being used like that, and it's perfect. He draws in a shivering breath. He stays on his knees until he's told otherwise.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison eases back onto the bed, letting his boxer briefs come off entirely. He sprawls back, grinning. "Think you need to get me ready, baby. With your tongue first, then fingers."

[rockabillyboy]

Being on his knees leaves him in the perfect position, at the perfect height. He leans in, chest against the bed, his hands coming up to cradle the back of Poison's thighs as he gets him positioned before his tongue dips between Poison's cheeks.