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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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He just grins, breath forced out of hi when Jack lands on him. He's totally okay with it. A lazy hand reaches back, stroking into Jack's hair.

"You okay there, baby?"

"Yeah," says Jack, lying there for another beat or two before he slips to the side, chest still overlapping with Poison's shoulder. "I just maybe need to go back to sleep for an hour."

Poison laughs at that, and his smile lingers as Jack suddenly slides into view. He leans close to kiss him. "Mm, do what you need, honey. Can't have you getting cranky."

"Was that okay?" asks Jack, pressing another kiss against Poison's mouth. "I know you wanted it slower than that."

"I'm not complaining, baby. It was good." He gets another kiss. "We can work on cuddle sex. Takes practice," he quips.

Jack huffs a laugh, staying close, so close that the tip of his nose almost touches Poison's.

"Yeah?"

He smiles and butts his forehead against Jack's. "Yeah. I'm sure you'd be up for it one of these days."

"Why does it take practice though?" asks Jack, eyebrows raised slightly. "You'd think it'd come natural right?"

He laughs. "Maybe only if you don't have a teenage libido," he quips.

"Going slow is hard," laughs Jack, rolling his eyes. "I can't help it, man. You drive me fucking crazy." His cheeks colour slightly.

"Mm, maybe I need to wear you out first and we'll start from there," he quips.

"Maybe you just need to top for cuddle sex?" says Jack, pressing his face into the pillow for a moment. "Then you can set the pace."

"Oh there'll totally be that," he assures. "But it feels good to get it, too. I can teach by example, though. Definitely."

"I figure we've got time to practice," says Jack, pushing his fingers into Poison's hair. "I'm not planning on going anywhere."

"Oh yeah? Not in a hurry to get back to your portfolio now?" He grins and kisses the tip of Jack's nose.

"That's not what I mean," says Jack, rolling his eyes fondly and then rolling away from Poison. "And you know it."

Poison smiles, watching Jack move. "Yeah, I know what you meant."

It feels a lot like admitting something. He smiles, pushing Poison's hair back from his face for a moment.

"So I'm allowed to call you my boyfriend now?"

Poison rolls his eyes, but his smile lingers. "Call me whatever you want, honey. I'll answer."

"I don't like to push it too hard," says Jack. "Because you don't like it. But...I'd like it. Calling you that, I mean. Thinking of you like that."

"But you like it," he says gently, giving Jack a fond look. "You can call me your boyfriend, Jack. I'm with you."

Jack leans in and takes another kiss. He doesn't ask Poison what he thinks of him, what he calls him in his head. It's enough.

His hand slides up to hold Jack into the kiss, keeping it sweet, tender. Then he lets him go and that little smile is still there as they part. He can't put a name to it. But he hopes Jack understand he means it when he says it. I'm with you.

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