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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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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."

Poison rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "Maybe you can talk me into it." He rocks his hips back, pushing himself more onto Jack's fingers.

"C'mon," he breathes, mouth right next to Poison's ear. "Get naked for me before I fuck you. All mine."

He legs go of his cock so he can push at the pajama pants. He gets them as far down as he can without pulling away from Jack. He kicks a bit to get them the rest of the way off. "Pushy," he says fondly.

"You love it," says Jack, forgetting to be lazy for a moment, shoving his fingers harder into Poison's ass.

The harder push forces a little moan from him. "Uh huh," he manages. "'m ready, baby. C'mon."

"Love it when you call me that," says Jack, dragging his fingers out of Poison's ass and slicking his cock.

He makes another little sound when Jack's fingers slide free. "Baby baby baby," he coos.

Dick slicked, Jack rubs the head against Poison's hole.

"Tell me how much you love it."

"Love feeling you, Jack. Feelin' full of you. I like having you against me like this, over me, like you're all there is in the world." He wets his lips. "C'mon," he urges.