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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]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lolls his head towards Jack once he settles. He tries to lift up a bit, pressing into Jack's touch. "Could always take a picture," he murmurs.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want that?" asks Jack, tracing the dip of Poison's naval with the tip of one finger. "We could look at them together later."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shivers; he draws a sharp breath. "If you want to," he says, though he nods his head even as he speaks.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, man," says Jack, laughing a little at the way Poison nods his hair. "I think you really like that idea."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Jack," he whimpers a bit, because he's not no control here and he can't even see what's going on. "Whatever-- whatever you want."

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm not talking about me," says Jack, bending his head to graze a kiss against Poison's mouth. "You, Poison. I'm talking about you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison whines, just a little. "Don't ask me," he whispers. It feels scary to say. He wets his lips. "I want you to have it."

[rockabillyboy]

"I know you do," says Jack and it's unbelievable how big, how scary that feels. He gives Poison another kiss and then gets up off the bed, grabbing his phone.

"Turn your head towards me?" Says Jack, on his knees at the side of the bed.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison does as he's told. His mouth is slightly open, cheeks warm. He's dying to be touched again, but he's trapped just as he is, and waiting is making his heart pound. He tries to stay still.