Shopping at Pride

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bumps against Jack's side, grinning as they passed by different vendors. "Have I told you that you look really good?" he asks, leaning up to kiss Jack's cheek.

Going to Pride with Jack just feels good, and he's happy, and it has nothing to do with the drink he's working on which makes it a hundred times better. And he notices people looking at them; he assumes they're noticing how good Jack looks, or the fact that Poison is in a porno-short skirt, but he doesn't care. Let them look.

"Oh hey! Bingo."

He points to a line of tents on either side of the walk, noticing a few boasting dildos right out on the front tables. Perfect.

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[afabulouskilljoy]

"I think you need to start doing more dirty talk in this relationship," he laughs, hearing that Jack apparently spends a lot of time thinking about stuff. Poison wants to hear it - all of it.

"Simple stuff for now," he admits. "Nothing I have to work too hard to get on or off you, just in case." As he talks, he reaches up to trail his fingers along Jack's jaw. He's feeling buzzed, very warm and floaty and flirty and he wants to do some awful things with Jack but first he has to focus.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack grins at that and ducks his head, his hair slipping forward against his forehead. His cheeks are still flushed, but he's definitely enjoying himself.

"I can definitely work on that," he promises. When Poison touches his jaw, he turns his head to kiss his fingers. "Simple sounds good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

The touch of Jack's lips across his fingertips sends heat sinking through him.

"Maybe I just have to get you drunk more," he teases. Then he laughs. "Shit that sounds awful." He leans to kiss the corner of Jack's mouth like an apology.

Poison draws away again, finally finding a few things he likes. When Jack seems distracted, he picks out a couple collars - he kind of wants those to be a surprise, even if Jack voiced his desire for one.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, that sounds awful," says Jack, smiling as he takes the kiss, as Poison drifts away from him. Jack picks out a couple of things he likes the look of, gets distracted by a display of different types of clamps.

He keeps Poison in the corner of his eye.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison comes back to his side once his choices are hidden in a shopping bag. He hasn't bought everything yet, but the booth owner gave it to him to carry stuff. And so Jack couldn't see what he had.

"You gonna end up with naughty piercings, baby?" Obviously clamps defeated the need for piercings, but teasing Jack is worth it.

[rockabillyboy]

"I can't even get you to get tattooed because you're scared of needles, so you don't get to screw with me about piercings," says Jack, nudging him with his elbow. He just looks at the clamps, thoughtfully. "Just thinking."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I can tease you about piercings as much as I want," he huffs. He grins and rests his hands on Jack's shoulder, using it as a brace so he can lean and kiss his neck. "What kind of thinking?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I bet you can read my mind." Jack brushes a set of clamps joined by a slender chain with his fingers. There's a kind of pain that Poison's not into that Jack finds...that he actually kind of likes.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Bet I already did," he coos, leaning a bit further to bite Jack's earlobe. He remembers Jack likes sharper pain, and he has a couple things in his bag that might let them play with that more. He'd maybe forgotten the clamps, though. Poison bites his lip, then leans to pluck up the pair that Jack's been touching.

"Gonna go buy the stuff I have. Yell if there's more you want." He grins and nudges against Jack, then goes back to the person with the tablet and the Square or whatever.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack idly browses while Poison's buying, but he doesn't actually land on anything else he wants. There's a frisson of nerves, or excitement, knowing that Poison's buying things with the express purpose of using them on him. He bites his lip over a grin.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Alright you," he coos as he returns to Jack. He wraps his arms around Jack's waist in a squeeze. "Got a bunch of stuff to maybe surprise you with." He nuzzles between Jack's shoulders. "You smell really fuckin' good, by the way."

[rockabillyboy]

Leaning back into the touch a little, Jack laughs.

"I smell the same as I always do," he says, his fingers grazing over Poison's wrists. "You want to hang out and see the sights a little more or...?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Or what?" He grins, fingers teasing over Jack's stomach. He moves, nudging under Jack's arm so he can stand in front of him.

[rockabillyboy]

That slight touch is enough to set Jack on fire. He has to bite his lip to keep from whimpering right there.

"Or we can go home."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"And what are we gonna do at home?" He grins and presses his body up against Jack's. Maybe it's not fair to tease him in public... but it's really, really fun.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's breath catches when Poison pushes up against him like that. He smiles.

"God, I hope that's not up to me."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh. Totally gonna make you talk dirty to me, Vincent."

Poison curls his fingers in Jack's shirt and uses it to pull him out of the tent, back onto the sidewalk. He's suddenly much more aware of how short his skirt is, of what he's wearing under it, and how bad he wants Jack's hands on him.

"You coming might depend on it."

[rockabillyboy]

"Maybe just not in public," says Jack, but then Poison uses his shirt to haul him along and Jack? Knows exactly what that means. He can't deny how hot his face suddenly gets.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Not in public, huh? What counts as not public?" He's grinning, a wicked little look on his face. Poison looks over his shoulder and bites his bottom lip.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack drags in a little shivering breath and bites his lip.

"What are you thinking?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh no, you don't get the information ahead of time. You just have to tell me what counts as not public, Jack Vincent. Because I'd ride you on a park bench in the middle of Pride." Poison looks back at him.

"Be good, Jack."

[rockabillyboy]

It's not quite be a good boy, Jack, but it's deliberate, calculated to be close and Poison knows exactly what kind of effect he's hoping to have.

"Not out in the open," he says. "Because he can take a lot, but he's not sure about that.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"There you go," he coos. He turns to face Jack, his free hand lifting to cup his face. "Good boy."

Poison pats Jack's cheek, a much lighter version of similar touches shared in private. He pulls Jack off the sidewalk, into the nearest alley. It's one that goes all the way through, and Poison takes a few twists and turns before he finds them a secluded little dead end. He leans back into a brick wall and pulls Jack to him.

"Y'know, I made an awful lot of effort to be cute today."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack takes a moment to be thankful that his jeans are pretty tight, as he feels a lot of blood start to head south. When Poison pulls him in the alley, he sways in smoothly, pressing their bodies together.

"You look incredible."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah?" He grins at Jack, swaying just a little bit. His hands slide to catch Jack's, pulling them towards his hips. "I think you should get on your knees and tell me about it. Do a little appreciating."