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]

"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."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack doesn't hesitate, doesn't question - he just smoothly slips down onto his knees in front of Poison.

"Do I tell you, or do I show you?" he asks.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You're gonna tell me, make sure we find that tongue of yours." He grins and strokes his fingers through Jack's hair. "And then maybe if you're really good, I'll let you show me. Maybe."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods, leaning in to rest his forehead against Poison's belly for a moment, on his knees at his feet.

"You look so beautiful I can't believe I'm allowed to touch you," he says. "Guys have been looking at you all day. I'm...it's all I can see."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins. He's trying to ignore how hard his cock is right now, and how close Jack is to it. "Yeah? How were they looking at me, baby. You can touch me, but you can't go near my cock yet. And you can only use your hands for now."

[rockabillyboy]

"Like they wanted to fuck you," says Jack, his hands slipping around to cradle the backs of Poison's thighs, sliding up to the top of his stockings. "Like they wanted to bend you over and flip up that little skirt."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lolls his head back against the wall, grinning. He loves the warmth of Jack's hands, the way he can feel it through the thin fabric of the stockings and on the bare skin above them. He wets his lips. "You wouldn't wanna watch someone else fuck me, honey?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shakes his head. They're into all kinds of kink, and that's fine, but he's not sure how much he'd enjoy that.

"I don't think so," he says, and then he catches himself picturing it. His hands slide higher, up under Poison's skirt to squeeze his ass. "You're mine. I'm yours."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He makes a little noise when Jack grabs his ass. "I am, baby. And you are." He tips Jack's head up so they can look at each other. Poison lifts the front of his skirt up, showing off the panties. And the shape of his hard cock covered in ruffled fabric.

"All for you, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

"You've got a beautiful dick," says Jack, and he doesn't touch, not yet, because Poison hasn't explicitly said that he can, even though his mouth is nearly watering for it. "I love having your dick inside me any way I can get it, baby."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I know, beautiful. And you've been such a good boy today. I should probably let you have it, right?" He grins down at Jack. "You look so fucking good like this, honey. Are you hard?" He asks like he doesn't already know.

[rockabillyboy]

"You know I'm hard," says Jack, shifting his weight on his knees slightly. He leans forward, his hands still on Poison's ass, his mouth almost, but not quite, brushing the front of Poison's panties. "Please."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Just because I know it doesn't mean I don't want to hear it from you," he insists. He shivers, because Jack's breath is warm and promising through the fabric of his panties. His fingers tighten in Jack's hair and he slides one leg out a bit further.

"Since you're being so good... but I want you to straddle my leg, baby. Press close."

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm so, so hard for you."

He shifts, moving his knee so that he's straddling Poison's leg. When he presses his hips forward, his cock presses against Poison's shin and he has to swallow back a moan. "Thank you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison swallows thickly when Jack presses against him. He can feel his cock and it's driving him a little crazy. "Good boy," he murmurs. "You can touch my cock, baby. You're being so good."

[rockabillyboy]

He remembers at the last moment, right before he presses his face against the ruffled front of Poison's panties, that he's only supposed to use his hands. He covers the hard line of Poison's dick with one hand and squeezes, rocking his hips forward to grind against him a little.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You look so good, baby." Poison's voice is a little heavier, eyes intent as he watches Jack. His hands were fucking perfect, it wasn't even fair. He wets his lips. "You can use your mouth a little, but you have to stay outside fabric for now."

He really just wants to feel Jack's mouth.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack groans softly, leaning forward to brush his mouth against ruffled silk. He sucks lightly at the head of Poison's dick through thin fabric. His hips rock forward, unbidden.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans, he can't help it, when he feels Jack's mouth against his cock. He's hard, painfully so, because all of this has been one big tease and he can't decide if only one or both of them or neither of them are getting off in this alleyway. And he loves the way it feels when Jack rubs up against him, like he needs it.

"Love your mouth," he sighs.