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[rockabillyboy]

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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[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."

[rockabillyboy]

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

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

[afabulouskilljoy]

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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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."

[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?"

[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."

[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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's breath catches at the first touch of Jack's lips. He's got a beautiful fucking mouth. "Suck. My. Cock," he repeats, a wicked little grin appearing.

[rockabillyboy]

"Sir, yes, Sir," says Jack, grinning as he lifts his head, getting his fingers out of the way so that he can slide his mouth as far down Poison's cock as he can, right from the off.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries to hold back a moan, fingers tightening in Jack's hair. "Oh fuck, baby. You're getting so good at this." His hips nudge forward a bit, trying for just a bit more.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack bobs his head, taking Poison's cock a little deeper every time, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. He loves the pull in his hair, loves the lift of Poison's hips. He moans.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh fuck, baby..." He gasps as Jack's voice vibrates around him. Poison's hand slides, gently gripping the back of his neck. "Can you be a good boy? Can you let me fuck your throat, just a little?" He'll stop if it seems like too much, but fuck he wants to try.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack can't exactly nod with his mouth full of cock, but he does squeeze Poison's thighs, hoping that he takes that as a yes. He closes his eyes, works on relaxing his throat.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison waits a moment and adjusts his grip so he can hold Jack's head just so. He rocks his hips, moaning the first time he slides down Jack's throat. "Oh fuck baby, you're doing so good." He tries to stay focused on Jack's face, watching for signs for distress as fucks him, just like this. "Just relax, fuck."

[rockabillyboy]

It feels so, so good. Jack hasn't examined his reaction to this too closely, how much he likes it when Poison uses him like that, when he uses him like an object. Jack fights to keep his throat relaxed and liquid, content to let Poison roll his hips and fuck his mouth, breathing through his nose when he can.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I'm gonna come, baby. You can be good and swallow it, right? Be a good boy," he gasps out, arching a bit as that delicious feeling thrums through him. "Fuck, I'm--"

When he comes he grips Jack's neck and his hair, trying to be careful but it feels so good.

[rockabillyboy]

He's had enough practice at this now that he doesn't choke, that he manages to swallow smoothly when Poison comes down his throat. He doesn't miss condoms at all. Jesus. He whimpers around the weight of the cock in his mouth.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison groans as he drops back onto the bed, letting his hands slide free. "Holy fuck," he breathes. He makes sure Jack sits back a little so he can breathe too, but that's about all the effort he makes.