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

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afabulouskilljoy

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

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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afabulouskilljoy

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

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rockabillyboy

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

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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."

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

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rockabillyboy

The first photo that Jack takes is actually just a close up of Poison's flushed, perfect face - his parted lips, tumbled hair, the blindfold.

"You have no idea how lucky I feel right now."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Tell me?" he asks, trying to stay exactly as he is for Jack. Poison's having some trouble with completely relinquishing his control, but he's trying to be patient.

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rockabillyboy

"So incredibly fucking lucky," he says, leaning in to take a kiss, soft and possessive. "That we're together. That you let me do this. That you're so beautiful."

He skims his free hand down Poison's body, grazing his fingers against his cock.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison gasps sharply when he gets that touch, so light, along his dick. "Jack," he breathes, trying to get closer to the barely there touch.

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rockabillyboy

"Don't tell me you're going to start begging already," says Jack, repeating that light, teasing touch. Poison's dick leaves a wet smear against his belly and, carefully, Jack shifts so that he can bend and suck at it.

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afabulouskilljoy

"N-no," he stammers, voice catching at the warmth of Jack's mouth on his stomach. It takes everything not to strain towards Jack's touch .

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rockabillyboy

"Didn't think so," says Jack, smirking against Poison's skin as he sucks up a mark on his belly.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison bites his lip, arching his back to press towards Jack's mouth. He finds himself hoping for a bruise, a hickey. Something he can touch later and think of this. He didn't realize how much he'd miss touching Jack, but he does. One hand tugs lightly, but then he goes still again. He's being patient. He is.

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rockabillyboy

Jack nips at Poison's skin, enjoying the slight softness of his belly. His hand slides up the back of Poison's thigh.

"You want to suck my dick, babe?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"I do," he murmurs, sounding almost relieved. "I really do." At least he'll be able to touch some part of Jack, even with just his mouth. He tries to move his leg into the slide of Jack's hand.