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:

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?"

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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?"

From:

rockabillyboy

As always, as ever, a little shiver goes down Jack's spine when Poison calls him good like that. He swallows, pushing back into Poison's hand, even though it stings. "Yes," he says, nodding. "I'll be good."

And he means it this time, too.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Good boy," he coos. "I'm just trying to help you out. There's nothing here you need to fight." He kisses Jack's back. Poison gives him another light swat, then eases back.

"I want you to suck my cock, baby. You've been getting really good, gotta keep that practice up, right? If keep behaving, I'll give you something nice."

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack nods, his hips shifting when Poison slaps him again.

"Can I get naked for you first?" he asks.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison tips his head, then he grins. "Sure you can, baby. Then you can get me undressed, too."

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack's smile echoes his. The belting bled a lot of the defiance, a lot of the bitchiness, out of him. He straightens up onto his knees and peels his t-shirt out of is head, kicking out of his jeans. He turns towards Poison, still on his knees, wrapping his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt, starting to pull it up.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison stays still, helping Jack just a little by lifting his arms so his shirt will slide off. "There's my sweet boy," he coos sweetly. He strokes Jack's cheek, then gives him a light, barely there kiss.

From:

rockabillyboy

Jack leans into the kiss, looking for more, just a little more, and then he slips down off the bed, waiting for Poison to put his feet down so that he can deal with his boots.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison slides off the bed and stands, figuring it'll just be easier that way. He strokes his fingers through Jack's hair as he watches, blunt nails gently scraping his scalp and down the back of his neck.

From:

rockabillyboy

Poison stands in front of him and Jack forgets about his boots, hands coming up to his belt instead. He flicks it open and then starts to peel Poison's jeans and underwear down around his thighs, freeing his cock.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Getting a little ahead of yourself, baby? It's okay, it's sweet that you're eager." He lightly tugs Jack's hair. "Go ahead, we can get me naked later."

From:

rockabillyboy

"You stood up," points out Jack, his eyelashes fluttering when Poison tugs at his hair. He smiles up at him, sweet. "Difficult to get your boots off, boo."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Mm, I don't get to be taller than you a lot. Was too tempting." He sits down with a little sigh, like it's such a chore to be him, and gives Jack a little smile.

"Keep going."

From:

rockabillyboy

Now, Jack unlaces his boots and drops them out of the way, peeling Poison's jeans the rest of the way down his legs and off. Once he's naked, Jack leans back in between his knees, pushing them wider with his hands.

"So I should suck your cock?"

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Gotta get better at remembering directions, baby." He scoots closer to the edge of the bed now that he's naked. "Yeah, suck my cock. Lemme see how good you're getting."

From:

rockabillyboy

"I remember," says Jack, ducking his head and brushing his mouth over Poison's balls first, curling his fingers around his cock. "I just like hearing you say it."