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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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[afabulouskilljoy]

"Ah," he whines as the third finger goes in. "Oh fuck... fuck yes." Poison rolls his hips, trying to get Jack's fingers deeper. He makes a soft, frustrated sound.

"Time for your cock, baby. C'mon, I want you inside me. Don't make me wait, sweet boy."

[rockabillyboy]

Without hesitation, Jack pulls his fingers out of Poison's ass and grabs the lube again, slicking his cock. He shifts up onto the bed, positioning himself between Poison's spread thighs to start to slide into him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's head drops back as Jack pushes in and he arches toward him. "Fuck yes," he breathes, grabbing at Jack's hips to drag him closer. "Fuck me good, honey. I know you're so good at this. Lemme feel it, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack immediately finds a deep, pounding rhythm, his hips snapping as he fucks him. He bends his head to take a kiss, forgetting all about the scene for a moment, just lost in it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison doesn't care - he grabs Jack's head, trying hard to hold him into that kiss. "Fuck," he gasps. He smacks Jack's thigh and shoves into him at the same time, trying to roll them over. "Wanna be on top of you, c'mon."

[rockabillyboy]

He rolls over, and it takes a moment for everything else to settle, but then his hands are on Poison's thighs, squeezing as he lifts his hips, as they fuck.

"God, baby, you're perfect."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lands with a little grunt. He adjusts his position and plants one hand on Jack's chest, the other on the headboard as he starts moving again, riding Jack as hard as he can manage. "You're being so good," he gasps out. He's trying to find just the right angle and he can't help but cry out when he does.

[rockabillyboy]

That cry is pretty much the best thing that Jack has ever heard, and he keeps up the work of his hips, his hands sliding up Poison's thighs.

"You feel so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries to stay right where he is even as he keeps moving, riding Jack like he wants to put them through the bed. "Make me come," he whimpers. "Make me come, baby, you're so good. I know you can do i-- fuck."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shifts, wrapping one hand around Poison's cock and starting to stroke, jerking him in time with his thrusts. He arches his back.

"You'res so fucking beautiful, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison arches, rocking into Jack's touch with every roll of his hips. It doesn't take him long like that. He moans Jack's name, tightens around him as he comes in streaks across his stomach. He keeps moving, because he wants to feel Jack come, too. "Good boy," he gasps when he finds his voice again.

[rockabillyboy]

God, it's impossible to hold on when Poison is fucking him like that. Jack arches, his hand smearing through the mess of come on his belly, teetering on the edge.

He trusts Poison to be able to push him over.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"C'mon baby, don't you dare hold out on me." His hand slides so he could pinch Jack's nipple sharply. "Give it to me, Jack. Wanna feel you fill me up."

[rockabillyboy]

That short sharp spike of pain is all that he really needs. His back arches and he comes, his dick buried deep in Poison's ass, his hands spasming against his thighs. It's perfect.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shudders, arching on top of Jack when he feels him come. "Fuck yes," he breathes. "Such a good boy, baby. Such a good boy." Poison sinks down slowly, catching Jack's face so he can kiss him.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, that was so good," says Jack, clinging to Poison, nuzzling up into the kiss, boneless and sated.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles under the kiss. He cradles Jack's head for a moment, just resting there. Eventually he lifts his hips, sliding off him so he can collapse against his side.