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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]

"Well I thought about doing it while my dick was in your mouth but I was kinda worried you'd bit down." He laughs a bit.

[rockabillyboy]

"You could do that," says Jack, suppressing a shiver. "I'd be into that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Jesus," he laughs. He moves so he can really look at Jack. Then he kisses him. "Well then we'll just keep exploring til you need to hit the breaks."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack presses himself closer.

"Now I just want to hear what you think when you let your mind wander."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Nooo you don't," he laughs. "My mind goes to some fucked up places when left to its own devices. Unless we're talking strictly about sex."

[rockabillyboy]

"I mean I was talking about what you want to do to me," says Jack, pressing a kiss against Poison's chest. "But you can tell me anything you want."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"A lot of it is in the heat of the moment," he admits. His fingers slide back into Jack's hair as he looks at the ceiling. "Sometimes it's like-- like even if I feel like this urge to get violent or something. I dunno. It's because I'm noticing you like it and I just want to give it to you, but then I worry about crossing a line." He strokes Jack's cheek.

[rockabillyboy]

"I promise I'll tell you if you do," he says. "But the face slapping is good and the making me suck you after and the coming on me? All good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He grins. "Good to know, all of it." He kisses Jack's hair, and it feels good to just touch him.

Poison can't help it. He smirks a bit. "Haven't talked about your damn portfolio once."

[rockabillyboy]

"You'll just have to keep distracting me," says Jack, stretching one arm over his head. "Or I'll just go back to being a bitch about it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes. "C'mon, tell me you don't feel even a little bit better."

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, man, I feel so much better," says Jack, grinning. "I'm just saying that I could totally go again."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"If you get bitchy again I'll switch to withholding sex," he huffs, but he's smiling. "I do know what a big deal it is. But relaxing is important, too."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah I know," says Jack, scraping his nails lightly against Poison's skin. "It just really matters time you know?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I know. But you're gonna fuck something up if you keep going without stepping back. I'm not telling you to blow it off. Just pace yourself."

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm sure I can think of something else to spend the evening doing," he says, kissing Poison's chest again, hand skimming down over his belly

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Have you eaten anything?" Poison lifts his eyebrows, trying to ignore the shiver Jack's fingers are sending across his skin.

[rockabillyboy]

"I had, like, breakfast?" He kisses Poison's chest again, then lifts his head and grazes his mouth with his.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"It's way past lunch," he points out, trying very hard to ignore the warmth of Jack's mouth drifting across his skin. Then they kiss, and it makes him smile whether he likes it or not.

"You should definitely eat something."

[rockabillyboy]

"Can we get back into bed afterwards?" Says Jack, lifting his tousled head.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Absolutely." Poison is not going to fuss if it means Jack takes a real, substantial break besides passing out to sleep.

[rockabillyboy]

"Do I have to get dressed?" Says Jack, rolling out of bed and stretching both arms over his head. "I could put on underwear."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison snorts. "If you wanna be in the kitchen naked, I'm not gonna stop you." He prefers to wear some kind of clothing when not in the bedroom, but he can also acknowledge that's a super personal preference.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack grins and pulled on underwear, black cotton that rode obscenely low on his ass.

"What do you want to eat, boo?" It had started off ironic but now he was pretty sure I was sticking.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites his lip, taking a moment to appreciate the underwear. Then he looks up at Jack's face. "Oh, I dunno. Whatever you want, you're the one working hard." He rolls out of bed, since apparently he's coming to, and grabs his boxer briefs off the floor. He pulls his t-shirt back on, too.