Post Founder's Day

[rockabillyboy]

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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[rockabillyboy]

And it does, it stings as Poison comes across his skin, and Jack groans softly, his hips lifting a little as Poison comes, as he gets exactly what he asks for.

"That's it," he says. "That's perfect."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs, breathless, and he leans down so he can kiss across Jack's shoulders. "Really perfect," he mumbles against his skin, a smile still in his voice.

He resists the urge to just collapse on top of Jack and instead tumbles off to the side, so he can see Jack's face. He reaches over to brush his hair back. "Perfect."

[rockabillyboy]

Utterly blissed out now, for all he aches, Jack leans into the touch, nuzzling into the palm of Poison's hand.

"I missed that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Me too," he admits. He strokes his hand back over Jack's head and moves closer, nudging until he's comfortably under one of Jack's arms. That's better.

"Neither of us is gonna sit right for days, dude." He grins as he says it, though, and he leans to give Jack a sweet kiss.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack curls his arm around Poison's shoulder, dragging him in close, nuzzling in against him.

"I'll be standing up in class again."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"It's fine, I'm on my feet in the studio anyway." Poison nuzzles close, kind of loving the way Jack smells just then.

"You can text me about how awful it is trying not to get a boner thinking about why you have to stand," he teases.

[rockabillyboy]

"It'll be as bad as that time you had me wear a plug to class," teases Jack, grinning. He's aware that they're both a mess but, right then, he can't imagine wanting to get out of the bed.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh, man. I should do that again," he breathes, just grinning at the memory. "Make you text me about it and stuff. And a pair of my panties or something."

Just to up the ante.

Poison stretches lazily, still in his black cami and stockings, panties still down around his thighs. He should probably attempt to take any of it off, but he's not in a hurry. If ends up glued together, so be it.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, what did I deserve to a brat like you," teases Jack, reaching out to trail one finger along the top of Poison's cami.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Unzipped the body bag," Poison says sagely. The gentle touch sends a little shiver through him, but it'll be a bit before he can get it up again, he knows that. He likes this kind of touching, though.

"It's like letting a genie out of a bottle or something, man. Stuck with all this trouble now."

[rockabillyboy]

"I wouldn't want it any other way," says Jack, still playing with the lace edge of Poison's cami, his fingers brushing against his skin. "You're the love of my life."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I hope I can keep living up to that," he murmurs as he nuzzles in close, like he might hide under Jack. He holds those words close inside him, a little light in the darkness.

"We should like... shower. Or something. Before my thighs end up glued together."

[rockabillyboy]

"So far so good," says Jack, grinning. He nudges Poison's shoulder, weakly. "You go. Not sure I can stand up yet."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I'll stay with you." He's not in a hurry, not really. He reaches down and just lightly rests his hand on Jack's ass.

"My poor baby," he coos, right before he gives Jack another kiss. "You suffer so much. So Buddhist."

[rockabillyboy]

"Life is suffering," says Jack, grinning, leaning in to the kiss. Even the light touch of Poison's hand is enough to make him squirm a little. "Gotta stick to the noble eight fold path."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Is that what we're calling my dick these days?"

Poison just grins, pretty sure he's blaspheming in the worst way, but he's also pretty sure Jack will forgive him.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, you're the fucking worst," says Jack, but he's laughing when he says it, nudging Poison in the shoulder. "Jesus."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison cackles, gleefully, and catches Jack in another kiss. "You love me," he coos against Jack's mouth, unable to subdue his smile.

He loves making Jack laugh.

"C'mon, let's rinse off before we end up totally glued together, baby. We can lean on each other."

[rockabillyboy]

"I do love you," says Jack, rolling his eyes. He sighs and pulls himself up out of the bed, holding both hands out to Poison. "C'mon then."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison catches Jack's hands and uses his grip to pull himself out of bed. He takes a moment to push off his stockings and his cami and his panties. He leaves them there, at the edge of the bed, and tucks himself under Jack's arm.

"This is really just an excuse for me to see you all wet and soapy," he confesses.

[rockabillyboy]

"We share a bathroom," points out Jack, squeezing Poison in against his side. "You see me all wet and soapy most mornings."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Wow, that is not usually a just-fucked, bruised-ass Jack Vincent," Poison counters. He leans up to kiss the corner of Jack's smiling mouth. "Totally different."

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, I see. So we're just objectifying me," he says, kissing Poison and then leaning in to turn on the shower. "You should just film it next time."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Just a little bit," Poison insists, grinning up at him. "And maybe I will, man. If you see me with my phone out, just keep the show going," he teases.

[rockabillyboy]

"I can't believe we've never done that before," says Jack, tugging Poison under the shower with him. "We've done photos, but..."