rockabillyboy | (no subject)

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:

rockabillyboy

"I don't do this when you're in the studio," points out Jack. "I'm sorry you'd rather I was sucking your cock than, you know, fucking working, Poison. We can't all be revolutionary fucking rockstars."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Yeah that's because I leave my shit in the fucking studio," he points out. "This? This has been following you everywhere. My place, your place, public places. I know it's important Jack, but if you can't put it down for a minute you're gonna give yourself a damn ulcer."

He lifts an eyebrow. "Obviously you need someone to tell you to chill the fuck out since you can't manage it on your own."

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rockabillyboy

"So give it me back, let me finish what I was fucking working on and then we can go out and get dinner." He huffs a breath out. "I had one dad, you know, Poison? I don't exactly need that from you."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Nope. If you want it back you can earn it back. Be good. And if you can't then I guess I'm just gonna have to hang out with this thing all night since you can't be bothered."

From:

rockabillyboy

"Are you serious?" asks Jack, his jaw tight, eyebrows raised. He's got a sense of where this is going now. Be good. "Poison, please."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Oh," he says, making the shape with his mouth. "Now it's 'Poison please.' I don't know if that's gonna cut it after the shit you just gave me."

From:

rockabillyboy

"I'm not going to win, am I?" Says Jack, barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes. "Fine. Fuck it. Let's take a break."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Good boy," he purrs. He sets the sketchbook aside somewhere close. "If you're not gonna take care of yourself, Jack, I'm gonna step in," he says as he moves closer.

From:

rockabillyboy

"Yeah, okay," says Jack, and there's still something slightly flat about his tone, a vaguely defiant tilt to his chin. "Because I can't manage myself?"

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"I'm starting to think not." Poison gets closer, standing over Jack. He brushes his fingers through his hair. "But if you can behave yourself, and you're good, I'll take care of you, honey."

From:

rockabillyboy

Even though he's pissed off, he still leans into the touch to his hair. His eyes drift close. He drags in a breath and lets it out again, shaky.

"Okay," he says. "I'll be good."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"You need to relax. Go to your room, Jack, and get on the bed. Hands and knees. I'll be there in a minute."

Poison plans to take his time, just to let Jack sweat it for a moment.

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rockabillyboy

He opens his mouth to say something but decides it's probably not the best idea so he just gets up and pads into the bedroom. He arranges himself on all fours in the middle of the bed, jeans and a tshirt.

And he waits.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison gives it a few minutes (and puts the sketchbook back on the little table in front of the couch) before going back to the bedroom. He nudges the door shut, then moves around the room. He doesn't talk to Jack doesn't even really look at him.

Eventually, though, he comes closer and leans over Jack to get his jeans loose and work them and whatever underwear he's got on down, exposing his ass.

"You were pretty nasty back there, Jack. Kinda messed up, actually. Poison eases back and smacks his ass. Hard. He needs to walk this line carefully but he's-- he's seen how Jack reacts to certain things. Time to test them out.

From:

rockabillyboy

Stripped from the waist down, Jack blushes, letting his head drop a little. When Poison spanks him, his hips squirm a little. He bites his lip so he doesn't make a sound.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Oh so now you don't wanna talk at all? I don't even get an apology?"

He hits Jack a few more times, firm and quick, peppering red marks across his upturned ass. He gets a weird thrill, feeling the skin get hot under his hand.

From:

rockabillyboy

"Thought you didn't want to hear me talk," says Jack, sullen, ass stinging. "Thought I didn't know what to do to look after myself so what's the point?"

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison rolls his eyes and smacks Jack again, lower, on his thigh. Then he slides his hand up and over Jack's hip, around his front until he finds his cock. He squeezes lightly, strokes. "Fine," he growls. "Then you can just keep thinking about how you got yourself here."

From:

rockabillyboy

Poison's stroking his cock, teasing him harder and Jack can only imagine what's going to happen. He swallows, tries not to squirm.

"I'll be good," he says. "But I don't have to be happy about it."

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afabulouskilljoy

"I think you will be by the time we're done." He gives Jack once last squeeze before he pulls back. "But you still need to relax." Poison works Jack's belt loose and folds it in half. He has to be careful. He could hurt Jack worse with this and not be as aware. But they've done it before, and he wants to try it again.

Poison's blows are calculated, careful. But he wants to see Jack give in. Wants to see that defiant tension disappear.

From:

rockabillyboy

Poison takes his belt off and Jack knows what's coming next. Arousal spikes through him. He drags in a breath and ducks his head lower, tshirt pooling around his ribs. He shuffles his knees a little further apart. He waits.

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afabulouskilljoy

The first blow lands with a sharp snap against Jack's skin. Poison wants it to hurt, but he doesn't want to break skin - that's too much to dive into without talking first. He holds back with the next several smacks with the belt, watching the skin get red, watching a few welts rise. He counts them in his head. Six, seven, eight.

He stops at ten and waits, listening to Jack's breathing.

From:

rockabillyboy

It hurts. By ten, Jack's breathing is ragged, his head pressed against his forearm. His ass feels like it must be glowing. He lets out a breath that turns into a whimper.

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afabulouskilljoy

He tosses the belt down and eases onto the bed behind Jack. His hand smooths over the hot, angry skin. "That was good, honey. That was really good." He strokes his fingers up Jack's back. "You ready to listen, now? Do as your told?"