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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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[rockabillyboy]

"Why not at me?" Reasons Jack, threading their fingers together. "This is a thing. We're a thing. He matters to you. You matter to me." He shrugs. "It's okay, Poison."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"It doesn't feel okay." Even though Poison knows he'd do the same for Jack in a heartbeat. "I'll try to be better about it."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods.

"I just don't want there to anything you feel you can't say to me, babe."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Promise I'll try to remember. And you can nudge me if you feel you need to." Surely Jack knew by now that Poison would draw a line if he needed it. Even if it was just temporary.

[rockabillyboy]

He eats his stir fry with chopsticks for a moment.

"I understand that this is happening really freakinf quickly, boo," he says, quietly. "I understand if it's freaking you out."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I don't want to be freaked out. It sucks," he sighs, dropping his head to the table. "You're better than that. You deserve better than that."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack reaches out a hand and tousles his fingers through Poison's red hair.

"I don't care," he says quietly. "Don't want anyone but you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison turns his head a little so he could smile at Jack. "Thanks," he says, a soft look on his face. "Seriously."

[rockabillyboy]

"It's true," shad Jack, returning the smile. "Whatever this is? I'm done. I'm with you." He shrugs. "We'll figure everything else out."

[afabulouskilljoy]

The sense of finality in Jack's voice scares him a little - only because Jack is young, and Poison just... worries. But it makes him smile, too. "We'll figure it out," he agrees, reaching to catch Jack's hand so he could give it a squeeze.

[rockabillyboy]

"Feeling alive is always worth the risk," he says. He lifts Poison's hand and brings it to his lips, kissing his knuckles.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's expression goes soft all over hearing that, combined with the way Jack kisses his hand. It's something Ghoul would've said; it's something Poison would say.

But hearing it from Jack makes it perfect.

He squeezes Jack's hand and makes himself sit up.

"Always," he agrees.

[rockabillyboy]

"Eat your food," says Jack gently. "And then you can take me back to bed and do obscene things to me all afternoon."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison snorts. "Yeah we'll see about that." He pulls the food closer and picks up his fork.

Suddenly he's not feeling very obscene. He's feeling something very different.

[rockabillyboy]

"It's vegetarian," says Jack, apologetically. "I know it's not what you prefer."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes, smiling. "Oh no, it's good food. I'll survive." He lightly kicks Jack under the table.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack smirks, wielding his chopsticks expertly.

"We don't have to go back to bed. But I'd like to."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh I didn't say no to going back to bed, don't put words in my mouth," he says with a point of his fork.

[rockabillyboy]

"Just giving you the option," says Jack, holding up his free hand in surrender.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh." Poison gives him a suspicious look, then winks. When he's done, he nudges the empty box back towards Jack. "Want anything to drink?"

He keeps himself fairly hydrated these days. Now that he can.

[rockabillyboy]

"Just water," says Jack, leaning back in his chair and scratching his bare belly absently. "Please."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison maybe states at Jack a little before he gets them both glasses of water. He delivers Jack's but doesn't sit again, just kinda leans on Jack.

"If you join us for dinner... Any requests?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack takes the water, sipping it before he shakes his head.

"Nope," he says, slipping his arm around Poison's waist. He glances up at him. "You sure?" This might be a thing but Dee? She's Poison's kid and Jack knows how much that counts for.

And rightly so.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah I'm sure. I don't know how else to get her to see how awesome you are except for you to be around." He shrugs, skimming his fingers over Jack's shoulder and up the side of his neck.

[rockabillyboy]

"Maybe I ought to invest in Kevlar," says Jack, his fingers slipping under the hem of Poison's tshirt to skim against his skin in the small of his back.