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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[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.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack breathes out a soft sigh against the back of Poison's neck, his arms slipping around his waist. He doesn't squirm under him, but it's a close run thing.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rocks his hips, subtly, rhythmically, and lolls his head back against Jack's shoulder. He turns his head, lips against Jack's ear. "Don't you dare come," he murmurs. He keeps at it until the cab stops. He leans forward to pay, maybe making sure to flash Jack his panties, before he grabs his bags and slides out onto the sidewalk.

[rockabillyboy]

Torture. That's what it is. Jack grabs his own bag and slips out onto the sidewalk, aching hard and glad that it's late so everything's quiet. He rummages in his pocket for his keys as they start to head through the lobby.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Once they're in the elevator, Poison casually, fidgets with his skirt, pulling it higher a few times, flashing the tops of his stockings. When the bell dings, he looks up with a wicked little grin and slips out, right to Jack's door to wait for him.

[rockabillyboy]

He knows exactly what Poison is doing, why he fiddles with his skirt the way he does. When he gets to Poison, he doesn't say anything - he takes hold of him by his hips and turns him so that he can press him against the door, grind his dick forward against his ass a little.

"You're being terrible," he breathes, his mouth close to his ear. "And you know it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's breath catches when Jack presses him up against the door, hips framing his ass. He can feel his cock through the layers of fabric and it's making him excited, making his heart beat faster. He shivers when he feels Jack's voice against his ear. He wets his lips.

"What're you gonna do about it?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Maybe I'm in a mood to make you behave," says Jack, grinning broadly, sucking up a mark behind Poison's ear. His hand slides around Poison's waist, thumb hooking over his waistband.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Are you?" He asks to make sure, because it's still important. His mouth falls open and he really-- he realizes that he's really okay with Jack pinning him like this. There's a faint edge, a threat of panic, but everything is Jack and that makes it okay - makes it something that he wants.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah," says Jack, his nose pressed into Poison's hair, just breathing in the scent of him for a moment, keeping him pinned in place. "Yeah, I think I am."