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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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"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."

"Agreed," says Jack, brushing his nose into the hair behind Poison's ear. "You can call it big all you like, though."

Poison laughs and turns his head to try to catch Jack in a kiss. "Mm, bad Buddhist," he coos. "I'm seein' that ego pop out."

"I'm the first to admit to that," says Jack, turning his head properly to kiss Jack's mouth. "I'm allowed to enjoy you talking about my dic, though."

"You totally are," he says between kisses. He gets one more, then rests his head against Jack's shoulder. "I'll write an ode to it."

That makes Jack laugh, a snort of amusement. He rests one hand on Poison's chest.

"Well, if you like it that much..."

"You are so not suggesting more sex right now, Jack Vincent." Poison laughs and shakes his head.

"Christ, no," says Jack, shaking his head. "Just not arguing with the idea of an ode." He smirks.

"Just checking. Because... yeah. I cannot keep up with a teenage libido anymore."

"Maybe you need a boyfriend your own age." He has this momentary flash of panic - has he actually used that word before? Is that what he is?

Poison rolls his eyes and swats at Jack's other shoulder. "I'm sure one my own age wouldn't make a difference."

"Yeah, but then you could recoop together," he teases, dropping a kiss into Poison's hair. "Watch TV or something."