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Post Founder's Day

For a while now they've been laboring under the weight of their losses, and, as a result, they've been kind of careful with each other. In the cab on the way home, Jack realises that he doesn't necessarily want to be careful anymore. He leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss against the side of Poison's neck, right against his pulse. His hand slides dangerously high up his husband's thigh.

"What've you got on under these?"

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"Shit, Jack." Poison moans when Jack pins his hand, fingers laced tight. He never wants this to stop, feels like he could just go on, but still he gasps out: "I could come like this, baby. Just like this."

"Yeah, but not yet," says Jack, deliberately slowing down the slide of his hips. "I want to stay like this for a while. You feel so good."

"You're killin' me," he laughs, but it's barely a protest. "Yeah, we can stay like this."

He grins and rocks his hips back lazily, trying to match Jack's slowed pace. He stops stroking himself, just holds his cock to keep it from touching the cool wall.

"Keep talking," says Jack, his hand still tight on Poison's, keeping him pinned to the wall a little as he keeps his hips moving, keeps sliding against Poison's ass. "Tell me about all the shit you got up to before you met me."

Poison shivers and he leans into the wall, fingers tight against Jack's. "There were nights we'd sneak into the city," he breathes, distracted for just a moment by the perfect slide of Jack's cock.

"There were parties in hidden places, y'know? Places they might not get caught. People off their required daily meds. People that forgot to listen to their daily messages from the company. All colors and sounds and bodies. We'd go in, and we'd party, and sometimes we'd take people out with us."

"Unless you're going to tell me about all of the orgies you got up to, this is not what I'm looking to hear, Poison," teases Jack, words edged with laughter, his hips still rocking slowly forward and back.

"Oh, that's the kind of talking you want, dirty boy," he breathes, grinning. He rocks his hips back lazily against Jack's. "Sex definitely happened. In dark corners, with all the flashing lights and thudding music. Sliding bodies - almost just like this, except there was a lot of sweat instead of water."

"That's exactly the talk I want," says Jack, free hand sliding around Poison's hip to curl over his hand around his dick, not stroking, just there for a moment. "You know what I want to hear."

"There was one time, it was just two of us in and out, and we stopped at the end of the Getaway Mile. We had to stop before we ran off the road."

He grins at the memory and he lets go of his cock as Jack takes over, just holding.

"We ended up down in the sand, almost burned my hands, it was still hot. But it felt so good, adrenaline high and the sky going on forever above us. Like everything would go on just as long - like it could."

"Sounds good," says Jack, squeezing Poison's cock gently, starting to stroke slowly in time with the rock of his hips. "Tell me about it."

"Me and Ghoul," he murmurs, a little far away, still feeling good. "He's all raw energy and we need to get it out, together. We practically wrestled each other out of the car, never took off much - couldn't, in the open. Pretty sure we tried to eat each other alive before I could even get his pants down."

"Who fucked who?" asked Jack, his voice low and raw, his mouth close to Poison's ear as he slowly strokes his cock, as he grinds against him. It all feels almost too good to bear.

"I fucked him," Poison gasps out, shivering. He grins and rocks back against Jack. He feels amazing, and Poison is desperately aware of everywhere their bodies touch. "He fucked me when we got back to our hideaway."

He remembers them being a desperate tangle, grateful that their comrades were heavy sleepers.

"Tell me something really filthy, P," says Jack, nipping at the smooth skin of Poison's neck, the slightly stubbled line of his jaw. "C'mon. And I'll get us both off."

Tell me something filthy.

Poison's lost for a moment in the slide of Jack's body against his. He laughs, weak and a little needy, when a memory crosses his mind.

"He made me beg for his cock," he murmurs, grinning against the tile. "It was after one of Girl's don't-ever-put-me-down spats, and we hadn't been together in a while. He stripped me naked, insisted on it. He sucked my cock, then made me beg for his. I was dying, and I couldn't fuckin' shut up."

Jack's head spins a little bit, a combination of the humidity, the physical sensation, the way that Poison's voice sounds just then. Jack speeds up the slide of his hand, squeezing Poison's cock gently, nipping at t he side of his neck as he rocks against him.

"Do it," he mumbles. "Beg me."

"Fuck, Jack," he gasps out, a moan edging his voice as Jack strokes him, squeezes him. Poison trembles between Jack and the wall.

"I want your cock so bad, this whole time I've been wondering if I'm loose enough, if you're slick enough, to just push in." Breathless and eager, he pushes back to meet every slide of Jack's hips as much as he can. "You feel so fucking good, baby. The worst and most amazing fuckin tease. Please, honey--"

His voice hiccups, gets tight, and Poison shivers all over. "Oh fuck, please can I come. Please, please."

"Go," breathes Jack, his mouth close to Poison's ear as he rolls his wrist, swiping his thumb across the head of Poison's cock, touching him in a way that he knows is guaranteed to make him explode. At the same time, he stops holding back, lets the rock of his hips going erratic as he grinds against Poison until he comes, shooting hot against Poison's slick skin.

"Oh, fuck, baby--" Poison leans into the wall and shudders hard in Jack's arms as he comes, almost right on command. He can feel Jack's come on his back and he moans, pushing back against him to stay close.

"Fuck, you're perfect, Jack."

They come almost at the same time and he feels Poison start to shudder. He stays close, both arms wrapped around Poison's middle as they're both coming down. "I got you dirty again," he says, huffing a laugh against the nape of Poison's neck.

Poison laughs, edged with a groan, and leans into the wall. He loves the feeling of Jack's breath on his neck. "S'okay," he huffs, grinning. "Good thing we're in the shower, huh?"

He turns slowly, until he can catch Jack in a kiss, lazy and slick. "The fun apart is gonna be us trying to walk back to bed."

"We'll manage," says Jack, grabbing the shower gel and slicking his hands before he reaches around Poison to smooth bubbles over his skin, make sure he's clean. "We usually do."

Poison laughs as Jack washes him off. He loves the slide of skin over skin with soap to slick the way. It feels nice, soothing, after all their fooling around.

"We can always just sleep on the floor," he teases.

"Absolutely not," says Jack, shaking his head and bending to take a kiss. "We are getting out of this shower and we are getting into our amazingly comfortable bed, and I do not have class tomorrow, so I am staying there all day tomorrow."

Poison cackles and tips his head up to meet the kiss. "I'm not gonna go anywhere, then." He'd thought about going to the studio, but if Jack doesn't have class, Poison is eager to be a layabout with him.

He rinses himself off and makes sure Jack gets a decent, gentle scrubbing too before he reaches to turn off the water. The last thing he wants is to get hit with a blast of cold after all that.

Post Founder's Day

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