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Nothing is coming together.

Jack's been working pretty frantically on his portfolio for the last week. He's got lots of pieces mostly done, but nothing done enough to submit. The deadline is looming. He's pinned all of his hopes on getting into art school, starting in the Fall. Mentally, he doesn't really feel prepared to submit anything, though, and that leads to a manic level of work. He's been peripherally aware of Poison all day, hovering in his space, asking him if he wants to do something else for an hour or so.

He's being an asshole, he knows. He can't help it.

"Shit, boo," he says, worrying his lip with his teeth. "I just want to get this piece done, okay?"

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Jack idly skims his fingers up and down Poison's torso, pressed up against his back, Poison's ass pulled back into the cradle of his thighs.

"You sleep okay?"

"Yeah," he answers, only half lying. He slept fine, when he did sleep. Poison's smile grows as Jack's fingers brush up and down his front, while the rest of him is pressed up against his back, warm and solid. "You?"

He almost says like the dead, catches himself at the last moment. He nods, nosing through Poison's red hair to press a kiss against the nape of Poison's neck.

"I sleep better when you're here. Dunno why."

"Are you usually a restless sleeper?" Poison's just curious. He tips his head forward after that kiss and stretches his back a bit, pressing his ass back against Jack's hips before relaxing again.

The press of Poison's ass against his dick sends a rumble of arousal straight through him. Jack makes a soft sound in the back of his throat.

"I haven't been great sleeper since Jillie went into hospital," says Jack. "I miss having her around."

"Must be really rough, being separated all of a sudden. I mean, I get the sibling thing, but I've never had a twin."

"They couldn't get us to sleep separately when we were kids," says Jack. "Even right before she got sick, she'd end up in my bed a lot. She had bad dreams. Maybe that's why I sleep better when you're here. Used to having someone tossing and turning next to me."

Poison rolls his eyes. "I don't toss and turn that much, do I?"

"Yeah, you do," says Jack, pressing another kiss against his skin. "It's okay though."

He huffs and lightly elbows Jack. Maybe he pushes back against him, too. "Gonna be an ass about it next time," he promises. "Roll around until you kick me outta bed."

Jack's hand slides down to cup Poison's dick through his pyjamas.

"Can't imagine anything that'd make me kick you out of bed, babe."

His breath catches at the slide of Jack's hand and for a second Poison's mouth hangs open. "I'll think on that challenge later," he says.

"Mhmmm," says Jack, squeezing gently, bending his head to kiss Poison's neck.

Poison lolls his head to expose more of his throat. He pushes his hips back towards Jack. "Good morning to you too," he breathes.

"So far so good," says Jack, lips brushing against Poison's pulse, arm around his waist keeping him tugged back as he idly fondles him.

It doesn't take long for Poison's cock to wake up, hardening in Jack's teasing grip. He rocks between Jack's hips and his hand, lazy but wanting.

His breathing hitching a little, Jack shifts his hand, slipping it under the waistband of Poison's pants so that he can wrap it around his dick.

"Ah," he gasps, back arching at the touch of skin to skin. "Gonna get me off just like this, honey?"

"That what you want?" Asks Jack, a little breathless."I'll go down on you if you want."

Poison shivers, thinking about what he wants. Everything, he wants to say. The idea of a sleepy morning fuck, his face pressed into a pillow, is real nice. So is Jack's mouth. He moans a little. "Get the lube, baby. Wanna start the day with you in me. Just like this."

Jack rolls away from him, reaching for lube, once again grateful that they got tested.

"Get naked for me?"

He huffs a lazy laugh. "I said just like this, didn't I? So pushy. I'll compromise." He wiggles a bit, then shoves the pj bottoms down. He hauls his shirt up, until it's almost off, exposing him from chest to knees.

Jack's on the verge of complaining, of protesting just how pleasant it would be to have Poison naked in his arms but then Poison shoves his clothes out of the way like that and the effect is...undeniably exciting.

Jack presses in close again, just his hips at first and, this time, his dick presses against the cleft of Poison's ass, nothing between them at all.

"How do you want it?"

His breath catches at the slide of Jack's cock. "Lazy, baby." Poison smiles and reaches back to touch Jack's hair, his cheek, whatever he hits first.

"Lazy," echoes Jack, slicking his fingers and then shifting his hips so that he can slide his hand between them, rubbing his fingertips across Poison's hole, teasing. "I can do that."