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]

Poison can barely stand it. He's aching, and every brush of Jack's lips makes him intensely aware of it. "Go ahead, baby. Want you to make me come. You're getting so good, but practice makes perfect, right?"

[rockabillyboy]

"You know it does," he says, tugging Poison's panties down enough to free his cock. He slides his mouth down over it almost immediately, his cheeks hollowing as he starts to suck, his own hips riding forward to press against Poison's leg.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He tries to choke back a moan, because it feels fucking amazing when Jack takes his cock down in one slide. His back arches away from the wall and he tightens his fingers in Jack's hair, holding tight, like he might just fuck Jack's face. He's thinking about it, and it's enough to make his stomach feel tight for a second with anticipation.

Feeling Jack rut against his leg is more amazing than he'd expected.

Poison wets his lips. "Relax your mouth, baby. Just for a minute." He waits, and when he feels it he thrusts forward a few times, head lolled down so he can watch. It's beautifully filthy, but also he wants to make sure Jack's not in distress.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack does as he's told and relaxes his mouth, breathes through his nose and lets Poison fuck his mouth for a few strokes, plays the good, submissive boy on his knees. His dick throbs. He moans, the sound muffled by the press of Poison's dick against his tongue.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison could come like this, he knows. Jack looks so fucking good, he feels good, and it's killing him. He gasps, then forces himself to push Jack back, guiding his cock out. "Stay just like that, honey," he murmurs sweetly.

He's close, he's really fucking close. One hand stays on Jack's chin, cradling, while the other strokes own dick. He moans, eyebrows pulling together but he doesn't close his eyes as he comes, gasping sharply as he comes on Jack's face. "Holy shit," he gasps.

[rockabillyboy]

He stays exactly where he's told, on his knees, sitting back on his heels with his mouth open until Poison comes across his face, across his mouth and the bridge of his nose. He closes his eyes so it ends up clumping in his eyelashes.

"Fuck."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh fuck," he sighs. Poison tucks himself away, then sinks down, kind of landing on top of Jack. He pulls him into a kiss, tasting his come on Jack's mouth. He does his best to kiss him clean, but eventually he grabs a rainbow bandana he's had tied around his wrist. He carefully cleans Jack's face.

"Doing okay, baby? That was so good."

[rockabillyboy]

"So good," says Jack, still on his knees, his face tilted up to Poison as he cleans him up. He's a little blissed out, a little dazed. Aching hard. "I totally need more."

No point in lying about it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins and gives him another kiss. "I know, honey. But you're gonna have to wait, okay? I mean, I'd honestly really love for you to lay me out, flip my skirt up, and fuck me right here in this alley, but I'm not sure I'm ready to be that much of a mess in such a cute skirt."

[rockabillyboy]

"And we've got all of those toys to try out when we get home," says Jack, grinning as he straightens up to standing, curling his arm around Poison's waist to tug him in close for a kiss. "You can throw your authority around a little."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs. "We'll see about that second part," he murmurs, leaning up for another kiss, hands cradling Jack's face. "You're so fuckin' beautiful baby, should've taken a picture of you down on your knees."

[rockabillyboy]

"You can take one later," says Jack, pressing his body close, the hard line of his cock pressing against Poison's belly. "You can take all the pictures you want."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans when Jack pushes up against him. He lolls his head against the wall and his hands drop, holding Jack's hips tightly. "Fuck, baby," he breathes. He wets his lips. "Let's uhm. Let's go home. Your place? Mine?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Mine," he says, a little breathless and he takes another kiss. "In case Dee comes home. Think we might need some privacy tonight?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods and runs his hand down Jack's chest. "Later," he murmurs, "I wanna reverse this a little. If you've got it in you." Not right away - he's happy to explore, be bossy, see where that gets them. Feels like it might be a marathon night anyway.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack tilts his head, eyebrows slightly raised. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Reverse it how?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes, and he feels heat creeping up his face. "Whatever, you know I like it when you take charge and throw me around a little."

[rockabillyboy]

"Here?" he asks, nudging Poison with his hips. "Or you want to wait until we get home?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wets his lips. "Well your options are... fuck me here in this alley, on my knees or on my back." He grins and tightens his hands against Jack's hips. "Or we can go home, and I can be bossy as fuck at you, and then... maybe after a break, we can see what you got, Vincent."

[rockabillyboy]

"God." The temptation is there, and Jack shivers at the thought of it, the thought of pushing Poison down onto the ground and fucking him, but then he shakes his head. "Home. I want to go home."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods, grinning. "Next time," he promises. He gets another kiss and reaches between them to squeeze Jack's cock through his jeans. "C'mon, let's go home."

He pushes Jack away so he can move from the wall, then grabs Jack's shirt to pull him out of the alley.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack glances back, just to make sure they've got all of the bags and stuff with them, but he puts up no resistance when Poison pulls him out of the alleyway and towards a waiting rank of cabs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison maybe, casually, doesn't hop in one right away. Because Jack has dick and it's obvious he's aroused right now to anyone that might look. He doesn't make his boyfriend wait long, though, and eventually pulls him into a cab for a completely chaste ride home.

At least, it probably looks chaste from the rearview mirror. As soon as they sit, Poison has his hand in Jack's lap, teasing his cock.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's face flushes pretty darkly and he concentrates on not reacting too much, not moving too much. His hand slides over Poison's, threading their fingers together, pressing his palm more firmly against the hard line of his dick. Pushing his luck just a little.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins. And eventually, so casually, he pulls his hands free and slides into Jack's lap, back to his chest. He rests against him like he's just feeling cuddly, but he moves his hips, pressing his ass against Jack's cock with his skirt to hide everything.