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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]

A wave of feeling slips through him, so quick and strong that it leaves him a little breathless.

"How should I do it?" he asks. "How should I tie you up?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites his lip. "Well, you've got options... there's my hands up over my head, like you like. Or you can tie me to myself." He can't believe he's suggesting this, and he feels weirdly flustered - but also kinda turned on - mentioning it. "Tie my wrists to my ankles." That way he's pretty stuck without actually being secured to the bed.

Poison knows he can't be tied down completely. But if Jack wanted to tie just his hands to the bed, or secure him to himself... that might work out.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack listens to that, hot colour burning in his cheeks at the thought of it. He kisses up the hollow of Poison's throat, again.

"Pick," he says, finally, knowing how delicate this is for Poison, dizzied by the trust. "I want you to choose."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I don't-- uhm. Try the second one. If it's too much, we'll switch it up." His face is hot from just making the choice, never mind talking about it.

[rockabillyboy]

"Okay," says Jack, taking both hands away from him, leaning his weight back. "Shorts off and get on the bed. Show me how flexible you are, boo."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He eases off Jack's lap and rolls onto his back. He lifts his hips to take off his boxers, then tossed them. Poison isn't sure how much this shows off his flexibility, unless Jack really starts moving him around. He wets his lips and draws his knees up, until he can grab his ankles. He feels vulnerable, but it's not awful.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack moves off the bed, but only to grab a couple of neckties from the hanger in his closet. He makes short work of lashing Poison's wrists to his ankles and then he leans in, pressing a kiss against his mouth.

"You're okay," he says, quietly. "You tell me if you're not."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Promise," he says after the kiss. Poison wets his lips, watching Jack. He flexes his fingers a bit, just to make sure the circulation is still good.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack takes his time, kissing him. Still in his shorts, he presses their bodies together, grinding forward against Poison a little.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison does his best to lift his hips, to push up against Jack as he grinds against him. He wants to grab him, to touch him, but his hands are stuck now and that's its own little torture.

[rockabillyboy]

"Are you going to be a good boy?" asks Jack, rolling his hips again, giving Poison something to squirm again. "Are you going to do as you're told?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shivers and he can't help but laugh a little. "Not sure you can turn that around on me," he says, but he feels a throb in his dick anyway. "I'll be good."

[rockabillyboy]

"You don't think so?" asks Jack, grinning as he straightens up, pulling away from Poison altogether. "Doesn't do it for you?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He strains a bit to get closer, but Jack's not close enough. "We can find out."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's dick twitches as he watches how Poison's squirming. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear but he doesn't start to push it down, not yet. "Maybe I ought to blindfold you, too. Less distractions."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's breath catches. It's a lot of trust, and he's super visual, but after a moment he nods. "Yeah," he breathes. "You-- you could do that."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack grabs another tie, twisting it between his hands for a moment, stretching the silk fabric.

"What're you going to do if it's too much?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Tell you," he assures. He watches Jack's hands, wrapped in the tie.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good boy," says Jack, the corner of his mouth mouth lifting in a smirk as he leans in and stretches the tie over Poison's eyes, nudging him until he can secure it behind his head. "How's that?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison closes his eyes when the tie slides over them. He lifts his head so Jack can knot it, then nods a little. "It's fine. I'm good," he assures.

[rockabillyboy]

"You're better than good, boo," he says, leaning to brush a light, teasing kiss against Poison's lips. "You're beautiful."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his head, trying to get more from the kiss before Jack pulls back. He wets his lips. "For you."

[rockabillyboy]

Poison looks unbelievable like that, black silk cutting across his eyes like that. Jack just looks at him for a moment.

"Oh, I think everyone can see it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries to just lay there and breathe, tries to let Jack take his time admiring him. But he can't help the slight, hopeful shift of his hips, seeking contact even if he can't really move much.

[rockabillyboy]

"I see you," says Jack, smirking broader now, sprawling alongside Poison on the mattress, rubbing his hand over his chest and lower, pressing against his belly, careful not to touch his cock. "You can't imagine how good you look right now."