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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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"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.

"One of us is going to have to get up to make breakfast," says Jack, stepping out of the shower to grab a towel, swooping it around Poison's shoulders before he reaches for one of his own. "We can do rock, paper, scissors or something."

"You mean we can't have it delivered to our bedroom?" Poison pouts, and then he starts thinking about how much it would take to get a delivery person to come into the house, go all the way upstairs, and deliver to their bedside.

Probably a lot.

He towels off before wrapping up. His ass is sore and his knees feel week, but it's perfect.

"I'm pretty sure you cheat at rock, paper, scissors."

"I mean, we probably could, but I'm not sure I'm into being caught in that kind of position by a delivery guy," says Jack, grinning, watching Poison towel off before he wraps the towel around his own waist. "I do not. You've just got no matter of natural luck."

"None, absolutely no natural luck." Poison gins and gets close to get a kiss. He curls his fingers in Jack's wet hair and bumps their foreheads together.

"But you love me anyway."

"I do," says Jack, smudging his nose against Poison's before he pulls back. "Forever."

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