rockabillyboy | (no subject)

He's pretty much buried in homework. He's struggled to find his rhythm since he moved in with Poison and Dee. He's got a desk set up in their bedroom and he alternates between that one and the one out in the lounge, depending on how much he wants to focus.

Right now, focusing is difficult because Poison is having some kind of fit localised on his closet and a tonne of shopping bags.

"What're we doing again?" asks Jack, his voice just barely edged with frustration.

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rockabillyboy

"I think it's pretty hot, actually," says Jack, grinning. "And I think she'll totally be into it, so...win win?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"I hope so. I'll be super sad if she doesn't like me." He pouts for a moment, then goes back to the coy little expression he's been wearing for this pose. He makes eye contact again, watching.

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rockabillyboy

The drawing in front of him is actually starting to look like Poison. It doesn't have the easy grace of Poison's drawings, but it's recognisably him, which Jack figures is something.

"You don't have plans for the rest of the evening do you?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"Nope. Was just gonna play in the closet and maybe think about auditioning or whatever for that job, but I wasn't gonna go anywhere." He wets his lips, a little smile tugging at his mouth. "You have something in mind?"

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rockabillyboy

"Well, now I do," says Jack, grinning. He adds another couple of lines and then flips the sketchpad so that Poison can see what he's produced.

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afabulouskilljoy

He sits up lazily and he smiles when he sees what Jack's done. "You're getting good at this, baby. Even if you don't see it, I do."

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rockabillyboy

"I'll colour it later," says Jack, turning to drop his sketchbook on the drafting table. "For now, I want you to put on your sluttiest outfit, baby. Underwear, shoes, the whole deal."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison grins and rolls off the bed. "Sluttiest, huh? Are we talking like, classy slutty or I'll go down on you in an alley slutty?"

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rockabillyboy

"Slutty slutty," says Jack, reaching for a marker so that he can start on the colour of Poison's hair. "Figure it out."

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afabulouskilljoy

He rolls his eyes and flaps his hand at Jack. "Uh huh." He paws through his dresser and then disappears into the closet. When he comes back out, he's in a skirt that will absolutely flash his ass if he bends over, and when he's standing the hem teases the tops of his thighs. He's wearing a tanktop, as tight as he can wiggle into, dark against his pale skin: just like the skirt, just like the stockings.

His panties are red lace.

Poison has a pair of heels on, too. Ones that make him as tall as Jack.

"This work? 'Cause I can put on that corset Krem made me."

Edited Date: 2016-10-09 08:17 pm (UTC)

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rockabillyboy

"That definitely works," says Jack, taking in Poison from the top of his head, the make up he's still wearing, all the way down to his shoes. He doesn't see Poison in heels very often. Something in his stomach swoops.

"Bend over the foot of the bed."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison grins and pushes away from the closet. He's careful as he walks - eh's still getting used to heels - but a moment later he's bent over the bed, skirt useless in covering him, red lace exposed.

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rockabillyboy

Poison's got a fantastic ass and, for a moment, Jack just stares at him. He can feel himself slipping into that space, the one that he gets into when Poison needs a little rough use.

"Take your panties down. Just around your thighs."

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afabulouskilljoy

He shivers, biting his lip with a grin. He leans his weight onto his chest and reaches back to slip his panties down, just as far as Jack tells him to. They stay around his thighs, touching his stockings.

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rockabillyboy

Poison makes a beautiful picture like that, his panties tangled around his thighs. Jack slaps him, hard, across the ass.

"How do you see tonight turning out, baby?" asks Jack, eyebrow raised. "What do you deserve?"

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afabulouskilljoy

The hard smack forces a little yelp from him and his hips rock from the impact. He gasps, fingers tightening momentarily on the blankets. 'Oh fuck," he breathes. "I-- I've been good, haven't I? Helped you with your homework... though I guess I also definitely interrupted your homework too, huh?"

Poison grins and bites his lip. He peers back at Jack, giving him a coy look through his red hair. "You've been working so hard," he murmurs. "I could be a good little slut for you."

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rockabillyboy

"We're not talking about tonight, though, are we?" says Jack slapping Poison again. "We're talking about me getting my own back on you. That's what we're doing."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison jumps again; the heat of the smack sinks through him and his cock throbs. He wets his lips. "What do you think I deserve, honey?" he asks, breathy.

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rockabillyboy

"I want to hear you say it," says Jack, slapping him again, flipping his little skirt higher over the small of his back. "I want to know that you know why you need to be punished, baby." He slaps him harder. "And I don't think you get to call me honey tonight."

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afabulouskilljoy

His breath hiccups after the next slap. He bites his lip when Jack flips his skirt higher. "Is it because I was a brat and interrupted?" He wets his lips, trying to look at Jack. The next smack forces a little cry from him; it's hard enough to make his hips rock against the bed. He squirms. "What-- what do I call you?"

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rockabillyboy

"It's because you were a brat and interrupted and you thought it was so funny to make me so uncomfortable all night long." He slaps Poison's ass again - his skin is starting to glow red. "I don't know. I liked how it sounded when you called Krem Daddy. When it slipped out."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Not funny... hot." He grins but it doesn't last long when Jack his him again. He can feel the heat spreading. Poison blushes hard when Jack brings up the night with Krem. "Really?" he asks, voice softer.

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rockabillyboy

"Could you get your head around calling me that?" asks Jack, smoothing his palm over the heated skin of Poison's ass, squeezing.

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afabulouskilljoy

Ah-- I think so." Poison has no idea where this little kink came from, and it's one of the few that feels embarrassing, for some reason. But if Jack's into it... maybe he can explore it.