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[rockabillyboy]

He's been worrying for weeks, now. He's known Poison for long enough to be able to see it coming: the crash that's inevitable. He's been texting with Kavinsky, knows that Poison's been unpredictable and fractious during recording sessions. They haven't argued, not exactly, but he's ebe intensely aware of just how easily they could be arguing, almost all of the time.

So Jack drives to the studio, and he gets Kavinsky to buzz him up.

"Come on," he says, through the mic into the studio. "I'm taking you to lunch."

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[rockabillyboy]

Poison's mouth slides over the head of his cock, hot and wet, and Jack's breath leaves him in a sob. He can't help the hitch of his hips. He rocks forward and then Poison's pulling back, grinning up at him. Jack uncaps the lube and squirts some onto his fingers to reach back and rub them down the cleft of his ass, over his hole.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You look so fucking good, Jack. Fuck, I love you." The feeling's overwhelming and Poison just stares for a minute, knowing exactly what Jack's doing when his hips move like that. He wets his lips and guides Jack's cock back into his mouth. He gives him more attention this time, lingers as he moves his head.

One hand teases around Jack's hip just to feel what he's doing back there, to encourage him. To touch him everywhere.

[rockabillyboy]

Poison's mouth feels about as close to perfect as it's possible to be. Jack's hips hitch forward, sliding the length of his cock against his husband's tongue as he starts to work his fingers into himself, starts to open himself up.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Jack feels amazing. Poison sometimes worries he's still dead or something, and if this is an afterlife he's okay with that. Because he has Jack, and he's everything he needs and wants, and he never knew it.

He moans quietly when he feels Jack stretching himself, keeping his fingers nearby but trying not to interfere. He wants to. He wants all of him. When it feels easier, he slides one of his own fingers in along side Jack's, giving him a little more. Poison pops off him with a breathless sound.

"Holy shit, baby," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against Jack's thigh for a second, like he's overwhelmed. He is, a little. "How you feeling?"

[rockabillyboy]

It feels super filthy, somehow, when Poison presses his finger in alongside Jack's own, and Jack groans softly, rocking forward, his free hand tousling into Poison's hair. "Could probably take another, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck yes," he breathes, grinning against Jack's skin as he carefully pushes a second finger in. "Love it when you're all full up, baby. You take it so fucking good."

[rockabillyboy]

"All for you," he says, and means it, squirming his hips a little, pushing back onto their fingers. He's a little breathless, his cheeks flushed with hectic colour. "Feels so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He wants everything all at once, and it's almost overwhelming. "You ready, baby? You feel so fucking good, Jack. Let's give you the real thing, huh?"

Poison gives a slightly firmer thrust of his fingers before he pulls them out and tries to coax Jack's out as well. He wants him. He's aching hard for it now and he wants relief, and he wants to watch Jack move. "C'mon, beautiful boy."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack pulls his fingers out of his ass and then he pauses for a moment, to slick his fingers and curl them around Poison's cock, slicking it slowly.

"You still want me to ride you?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah, holy shit yeah." Poison's breath caught and he almost choked on it as Jack stroked him. "I wanna watch you, baby."

He won't promise that they'll stay like this, but Poison wants to start here. He tries to take a deeper breath, tries to center himself a little so that ache won't take him over.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack takes a moment to fumble Poison's jeans and underwear out of the way. He slicks his husband's cock. It's all a bit hurried, a bit hungry, but he figures that Poison will forgive him. He grins.

"Ready?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison manages to help with that much, shoving fabric down around his knees as Jack gets him slick. His breath catches when Jack grins at him like that.

"Yeah, beautiful. I'm ready for you. C'mon, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shifts his hips so that he can slide down onto Poison's cock, all the way down in one go, and he feels so full up that he has to pause for a moment, his back arched, and his hands pressed to Poison's chest.

"Fuck," he breathes softly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck, Jack-- holy shit you feel good," he sighs as Jack sinks down on him. He slides his hands over Jack's hips and up his sides. He rocked up, nudged their bodies together like he needed to make sure they were as close as they could get.

[rockabillyboy]

Slowly at first, Jack starts to move, raising up on his knees before he sinks down onto the full length of Poison's cock again.

"Nobody feels as good as you," he says, is head rolling back.