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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 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."

"Yeah? Can you go that slow?" he teases, a little grin lingering in his voice. His hips squirm, rocking back towards Jack's fingers. The teasing actually feels nice - he doesn't mind, this early.

"How slow can you stand it?" Asks Jack, keeping up that teasing touch, making no attempt to slide his fingers into Poison's ass just yet.

"Guess we can find out, huh?" He turns his head, twists his torso just a bit to try and get in range for a kiss. Jack's taller than him, he hopes that helps.

Jack shifts to accommodate him, keeping the kiss light and soft, that teasing touch. His other hand brushes through poison's hair.

Poison hums against the kiss, his far hand sliding up to touch Jack's face. He doesn't try to force the kisses deeper, apparently content just like this.

Jack starts to ease one finger into Poison's ass as they kiss, going as slow as he can manage. His fingers in Poison's hair hold his head without pulling.

A little moan escapes when his finger slides in. And he laughs a little. "Okay so maybe not glacial," he huffs before kissing Jack again.

"You're the one who said slow," says Jack, grinning against Poison's mouth, fucking him slowly with that single finger. "Lazy."

"There's a difference," he pouts, but the expression doesn't linger. He feels good, and soon he's smiling again and going for another kiss.

"Mhmmm," says Jack, his mouth still pressed against Poison's. He starts to slide another finger into Poison's ass. "Touch yourself for me?"

It sounds so prim when he puts it like that.

Poison kinda likes it, though. He lets his hand slide down, arching into his own touch as a second finger slides in. He strokes himself slowly, matching Jack's pace.

"Don't get yourself off," murmurs Jack, fucking Poison slowly with his fingers, twisting his hand to graze Poison's prostate. "Just work yourself up for me."

He grins. "Uh huh... don't worry, wasn't going there," he promises. He slows his hand a bit, though, to prove his point. His mouth falls open in a little moan when Jack's fingers twist just so. "Oh fuck," he breathes.

He loves it when Poison sounds like that. He rocks his hips a little, cock grazing against Poison's ass as he fucks him with his fingers. He starts to ease a third one in.

"Sometimes think about you just pushing in," he admits, his little smile reappearing.

"Oh yeah?" Asks Jack, lifting his head to look down at Poison as he fingers him. "Wouldn't that..."

"I mean, with lube," he says with a laugh. He peers back at Jack. "Maybe not yet."

"Would you be into that?" Asks Jack, finding himself fascinated. He rests his chin on Poison's shoulder, wishes he wasn't wearing a tshirt.

"Totally. Wouldn't've said it if not." He grins and moves a little, ducking his head so he can get his shirt over it, exposing his shoulders.

Jack kisses newly revealed skin, grinning. "That would be kind of hot. Just bend you over and go." He grins. "You know you want to kick your bottoms off too, babe."