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]

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?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack pauses for a moment, just taking in what Poison looks like standing there in ruffled panties and stockings. He shakes his head. "You can leave those on."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison maybe knew that would be the answer, but he still gives Jack a smirky smile anyway. He does a little spin, just so Jack can appreciate it.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack folds his arms across his chest, ignores his hard-on for a moment.

"What do you have in that bag that I don't know about already?" he asks. "I know you bought stuff while I wasn't looking."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts an eyebrow. "Surprises," he answers, maybe a little daring.

[rockabillyboy]

"Well, I'm not in the mood for surprises and you're not in charge right now," says Jack, smirking. "So, why don't you tell me what's in the bag, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wets his lips. "Some uhm, odd-not-human-ish shaped toys, a flogger, some padded cuffs... spreader bar. Silk and nylon ropes." Things actually meant for bondage - better than neck ties. He doesn't mention the collars.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack could swear his cock twitches in his jeans.

"Maybe I need to try some of those things out."

[afabulouskilljoy]

His breath catches and he nods. "I'm okay with that." He needs to let go; maybe he needs to just hand over the reins for a while. "I got us more blindfolds, too." Different kinds, fabrics.

[rockabillyboy]

"Sounds good to me." He steps in close enough to land a slap on Poison's ass, squeezing reddened skin. "You want to suck my dick first, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He jumps when Jack smacks him again , but he likes it. The skin is getting hot. "You know I love your cock," he answers, feeling heat sink through him at the thought. He turns to face Jack and sinks down to his knees.

[rockabillyboy]

"Hands behind your back," says Jack, smirking down at Poison on his knees as he unbuttons his pants and pushes jeans and underwear down under his cock, so hard it almost hurts.