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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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"From the inside out, baby." He smiles, but it's not that strong. He kisses Jack again and lightly squeezes with his legs.

"I seem to be coming away unscathed so far," says Jack. He kisses down Poison's neck for a second and then pushes up onto his hands. "Right. Shower or bath. C'mon. Pick."

"You like the tub. We can take a bath." Poison preferred the shower, but he doesn't mind. Jack's been good to him tonight, he can wallow in the tub.

"Bath means I don't have to hold you up," says Jack, bending his arms like a press-up so that he can take a kiss before he gets up off the bed and pads into the bathroom to turn on the faucet.

"Mmhm, I'm taking it easy on you," he quips, grinning. Poison stretches lazily, then relaxes, waiting for Jack to retrieve him.

Jack waits until the bath is almost run before he comes back. He puts one knee on the bed and then slides his arms under Poison's knees, around his shoulders, hoisting him.

"Fuck," he says. "There's nothing to you."

Poison rolls his eyes. "That is so not true," he insists as Jack lifts him up. He snuggles close even as he's carried through the bedroom.

They're built completely different. Poison is slender and wiry; Jakx is built broader, more obviously muscled. He sets Poison down onto his feet in the bathroom, keeping hold of him with arms around his waist.

"Want to lean back against me again?"

"Yeah, that sounds really good," he says. "I might fall asleep on you, just so you know that." He leans into Jack, already feeling drained and tired. It's not a bad thing - kinda nice, actually, but he knows if he goes down he might not get back up.

"S'okay," says Jack, climbing into the tub and then offering Poison his hands. "I'll keep your chin up."

"Oh good. It would be fucking... I don't know, ironic? If I take taken out by water." Maybe ironic isn't the word he wants, but it's the only one he can think of. Once Jack is settled, Poison eases into the tub and sinks down, snuggled up to Jack's chest. "Wore me the hell out, baby."

"Good," says Jack, pressing a kiss against his forehead. "You know. I kind of like that we...switch it up?"

"Yeah? Like, top and bottom or...?" He just wants to be sure, since Jack could be talking about showering versus bathing for all his brain knows right now.

"Top. Bottom." Jack blushes and presses his nose into Poison's hair. "The other stuff."

Poison smiles. "I mean, I'm kinda... just. Naturally in the middle?" He shrugs and reaches to stroke Jack's cheek. "Figured if you had a preference, it would've made itself known by now."

"I guess I'm kinda naturally in the middle too," he says, turning his fingers to press a kiss to Poison's fingers. "With you, anyway."

"And it may feel different with other people," he says with a shrug. He doesn't mean to insinuate that Jack will be with other people, he's just like. Attempting to provide the voice of experience. Something like that. "With Ghoul I mostly topped. I mean like, I guess like seventy-five percent of the time or whatever."

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"Yeah?" asks Jack. He's getting used to the flicker of jealousy when Poison mentions Ghoul. It's barely anything, more of reflex than anything. "He prefer it that way?"

"I don't know if we ever really talked about it," Poison admits. "It just... happened that way." He shrugs. Then he laughs a little. "I think he just liked. Y'know. Penetration."

"I mean, yeah, I totally get it," he says, laughing a little at himself. "I'm pretty into it? Like. I'm surprised by how into it I am."

"Me too, actually. And I just mean that, like. I mean I guess it depends on how you grew up and all, but it seems like the guys I knew, that were into other guys, freaked out a bit the first time they thought about someone else being in them. Like, the idea of fucking another guy was totally fine. But yeah."

Jack thinks about that for a moment, because Poison has a point. It never freaked him out. Not for a moment. He makes a thoughtful sound.

"I don't know, man," he says. "It just...yeah. Didn't bother me. The thought of it. I just wanted you to fuck me."

Poison grins. "Maybe you're just super secure in your masculinity and haven't brought into any of the toxic ideas of what manhood is supposed to look like," he quips, lifting his hand to watch the water drip from it.

"I guess," says Jack, smiling as he watches Poison play with the bath water. "I just...yeah. Know myself, I guess. And you fucking me and me really liking you fucking me? Doesn't change that."

"That's how I feel about it. Just because I like your big cock up my ass doesn't make me any less of a man. Neither does liking my lacy panties or dressing femme sometimes."