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.

Comments

[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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

A shiver shoots down his spine, spreads all the way out to his fingertips. His breath catches. "Gonna fuck me up against the door, baby, or get us inside?" His voice shivers as he says it and it's unreal that he feels this excited all of a sudden.

[rockabillyboy]

"Think I need some privacy," he says, pulling back just far enough to hitch up Poison's skirt and land a solid slap on his ass before he leans past him to unlock the door.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison jumps at the smack. It's been a bit since Jack got rough with him, and part of him is embarrassed by how much he's looking forward to it. He almost falls into the apartment when the door opens - he didn't realize how much he'd been leaning on the damn door.

[rockabillyboy]

His arm around Poison's waist keeps him on his feet and Jack takes the opportunity to grind against him a little.

"It's been a while, baby," he says. "What do you feel like? Gimme some limits."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shakes his head a little, because he doesn't know. It's been a while. "Don't break anything," he says, even if that one seems obvious. But it's the only thing that comes to mind.

[rockabillyboy]

The thought of doing that hurts him a little, makes him feel a little bit sick. He shakes his head and presses a kiss to the nape of Poison's neck before he lets him go.

"Strip off for me. Down to your underwear."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison meant it kind if flippantly, and he feels a little bad when it seems to have hit Jack harder than he meant. He presses against Jack, then pulls away to start undressing. The shirt first, then his shoes. He's slow with the skirt and he pauses after it hits the floor.

"Stockings off too?"