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]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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.