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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[afabulouskilljoy]

"You look good in eyeliner," Poison says with a lazy flap of his hand. He turns his head and mouths at Jack's neck, grinning against his skin. "And I think you're into the idea of being all tarted up for me as much as you're into me being tarted up for you."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, maybe a little," says Jack, pushing his fingers into Poison's wet hair to cradle the back of his head. "I just don't look as good in stockings as you do."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You don't have to." Poison lifts his head so he can kiss Jack. "I don't know if you noticed, 'cause I'm pretty subtle about these things, but I'm into you. Just like you are."

He likes when Jack dresses up his own way. Things that Jack thinks up to wear for himself, not just because he thinks Poison might like it. Poison's gotten flustered by his husband in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt more times than he cares to admit.

[rockabillyboy]

"Well, it's like I don't just want to fuck you in stockings," he says, leaning in for kiss. "I want to fuck you every time I see you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"The stockings don't hurt, though," he quips after that kiss, eyes nearly closed and that Chesire grin still lingering. "Neither does being naked in a shower, apparently."

[rockabillyboy]

"The stockings, the panties, the flippy little skirts," says Jack, very aware that he's starting to get hard again, pressed against Poison. "hat can I say? This is the effect you have on me, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs, breathless and starting to blush, when he realizes Jack's getting hard again. "I sure do," he says with a pointed look between them. Then he grins and leans up for another kiss, sliding his arm around Jack's neck to keep him close.

[rockabillyboy]

He loves it when Poison blushes - mostly because he's so shameless, and it's so out of character.

"This is what you get for marrying someone five years younger than you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"That whole five-years-younger thing is so not gonna be a valid thing much longer," he insists. The older they both got, the less that age-gap would matter. It might take a decade, but eventually, it'd happen.

Right now, though, he supposes there is quite a difference between nineteen and twenty four. He grins and kisses Jack again.

"Think it just makes you incorrigible," he teases.

[rockabillyboy]

"Just 'cause you've got a longer refractory period than me, man," says Jack, grinning, rocking his hips to slide his dick against Poison's wet skin. "No need to be bitter."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shivers and it's impossible to ignore the heat sinking through him as Jack rubs up against him. He turns, letting his back hit the side of the shower as he pulls Jack closer to him.

"Maybe you're just insatiable," he quips, voice a little lower, a little more breathy.

[rockabillyboy]

"Maybe I am, where you're concerned," says Jack, grinning, staying pressed against Poison, bending his head to take a kiss.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison leans up to meet him, humming in quiet approval under the next kiss. "'m really not gonna walk tomorrow, am I?" he murmurs, grinning up at Jack. He isn't complaining.

His hands slide down over Jack's sides to pull him closer, until he can feel his cock against him.

[rockabillyboy]

"Don't need to be inside you," murmurs Jack, squirming a little against the grip of Poison's hands. "I could come like this."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I think I have a better idea." Jack doesn't need to be inside him, but they could play at it. Poison turns in the tight space between Jack and the wall, until he's got his ass pressed against the cradle of Jack's hips. He has to imagine it's more fun to rub against.

Besides, this way he can bend forward a little and push back, like it's the real thing.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, Christ," groans Jack, his cock sliding against the cleft of Poison's ass. "You've got such a great fucking ass, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"All that involuntary running," he laughs, breathless, as Jack grinds up behind him. "Fuck."

Even if it's taking him longer, his arousal kicks back in with a little vengeance and Poison groans. "You always feel good, Jack. Wherever I've got you."

[rockabillyboy]

He crowds into Poison's space, pressing him against the tiles as he grinds against him, the soap and water making it easy, everything slippery and slow.

"Can see how people used to mix you up with porn-bots," he teases, nipping at the smooth skin on the side of Poison's neck.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck," he laughs; the sound comes out edged with a moan. He pushes back against Jack, keeping their bodies tight together. He reaches down to stroke himself.

"That is so uncalled for, man." But he's grinning, because maybe he's not wrong. "Maybe that's what I'll be for--for Halloween."

[rockabillyboy]

"What would the costume look like?" asks Jack, huffing a breathless laugh, keeping up the rhythm of his hips, the slide of skin against skin.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uhm--" His voice hiccups and for a second all Poison can think about is how good Jack feels crowding him into the wall, and how cool the tile is against his chest and cheek.

"Something see-through," he breathes. "And I think most of the bots looked like women, so I might cross-dress a little."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack gropes for Poison's free hand, threading their fingers together, bringing it up to press against the tile next to Poison's head.

"Think that'd suit you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.