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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rockabillyboy

"You've been here for like, three days," points out Jack, rolling his hips to fuck down onto Poison's fingers, moaning a little when he slaps him again. "We both know you like it here."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Doesn't mean I won't be mean to make a point," he insists. "You're supposed to be good." He slaps Jack again, waiting until he pushes his hips toward his fingers.

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rockabillyboy

Jack's pretty sure his ass tightens around Poison's fingers when he slaps him like that.

"I'll be good," he says. "I'll do any filthy thing you want." He does his best bright grin to accompany that.

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afabulouskilljoy

"Uh huh, you look way too pleased with yourself." He reaches up to give Jack's cheek a light smack.

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rockabillyboy

Jack's eyelashes flutter.

"Oh, fuck," he says. "Do that again?"

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison looks surprised for a second, but then he feels-- he doesn't even know. He slaps Jack again, hard enough this time that it makes a red mark on Jack's cheek. He gives a particularly firm thrust of his fingers.

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rockabillyboy

Jack's head rocks to the side, his hips squirming down onto Poison's fingers. He groans softly, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck. That's beautiful."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Beautiful, huh? Should see yourself." He slips a third finger in, sure that Jack was ready.

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rockabillyboy

"What do I look like?" he asks, moaning at the stretch. "What do you want to do to me?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"I wanna see you wrecked, honey. Until you don't know which way is up and you can't give me that smarmy look," he quips. He fucks Jack a little bit harder, quicker. There's only so much he can do with his fingers, but he wants to make him wait.

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rockabillyboy

"It's going to take more than fucking me once," promises Jack, rolling his hips rhythmically now. "You've got me too well trained, boo."

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afabulouskilljoy

"I swear to god I'm gonna gag you," he mutters as he pulls his fingers out, slicks his cock and pushes in without any real warning.

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rockabillyboy

Jack loses his breath in a long low groan when Poison pushes into him like that.

"Promises, promises," he says, still smirking a little.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison slaps his face, harder than he probably meant to but something about that tone just-- He feels bad the moment he's realized what he's done and he sort of freezes to watch Jack for his reaction.

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rockabillyboy

The slap's enough to knock Jack's head to the side and his eyes are glazed for a moment. His cheek is flushed and sore. His breath catches.

"Why'd you stop?"

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison groans and grabs Jack's jaw to yank him into a kiss. His hips snap forward, fucking into him as he breaks from the kiss and smacks Jack again, catching more of his jaw.

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rockabillyboy

The kiss, the slap, the press of Poison's cock into him - it's all pretty fucking overwhelming. Jack whimpers, leaning up to chase another kiss, his face stinging and his head spinning.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Don't stop."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison leans over him and slides his hand under Jack's head to grip his hair. "If you're good, I'll let you come," he pants. "Can you be good, baby?" His free hand slides higher, fingers ghosting over raw, red skin on Jack's cheek.

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rockabillyboy

"Tell me what I need to do," gasps Jack, leaning into the touch, even when it stings. "I'll be so so good."

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afabulouskilljoy

"You gotta make me come." Poison has a feeling that's not going to be a difficulty at this rate. He pulls out. "You're gonna suck my dick, Jack, so you don't forget where good boys belong." On their knees. "C'mon, on the floor."

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rockabillyboy

It takes Jack a moment to move. He shivers, amazed by how empty, how vulnerable he feels without Poison's cock in him. He eases down onto his knees, more on all fours than up on his knees. It's the first time that Poison's told him to suck him when he's just been in his ass. Jack hesitates for a split second and then he leans in, sliding his mouth down over Poison's cock, eyelashes fluttering like he's being kissed.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison sits up so he can see Jack do it, watching him with his mouth slightly open as he just... does it. "Holy shit baby," he breathes, head tipping back for just a minute.

"Good boy... Make me come, Jack."

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rockabillyboy

Jack groans in answer, head bobbing as he sucks Poison's dick, his cheeks hollowing. His own cock aches between spread thighs but he knows better than to touch it right then.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison rocks to meet each bob of Jack's head - not quite fucking his mouth the way he did before, but riding it a little. His fingers slide back into Jack's hair, and as soon as he feels it he pulls Jack away.

"You're being so good." He starts stroking himself, watching Jack as he does. Part of him can't believe he's about to do this, but just a few seconds later he's gasping out a moan as he comes. On Jack's perfect, gorgeous face.