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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]

"Three? Four?" Jack slaps his ass again with his free hand, fucking him deeper with the fingers he's got buried in his ass. "How much can you squirm like that, Poison?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yes," he answers, almost with a whine. He means it, he'll take what Jack gives him. The next slap makes him jump again, makes him tighten around Jack's fingers for a second. "N-not much-- I can't-- I can't--"

He can barely string coherent words together, string letters into words at all. He tries to move more, tries to fuck himself on Jack's fingers.

[rockabillyboy]

"You're just going to have to lie there and take it then, aren't you?" says Jack, plunging his fingers into Poison's ass again, pressing a third in, adding more lube to keep everything slick as he fucks him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison can't answer. His eyebrows are drawn together, mouth hanging open as breathes, hard. His thighs are tense, fingers clutching at his ankles, at the sheets beneath him, trying to ground himself.

"I can't, I can't," he pants like it's a mantra. He's not sure he can hang on with Jack fucking him like that but he's trying, fuck he's trying to focus on anything else.

[rockabillyboy]

"You can," says Jack, slapping him again, then pressing a kiss to the back of one taunt, trembling thigh. "You're going to be good and take it until I'm done."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Holy fuck," he whispers, trying so hard to just... find a place in his head that isn't just completely absorbed by arousal right now. He shivers under the press of Jack's lips.

[rockabillyboy]

He presses another kiss against Poison's skin, still fucking him with three fingers.

"Think you can take another, babe?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods first, because it takes him another few seconds to muster, "Yes." He's a little worried he's going to fucking pass out when he finally comes, but it'll totally be worth it.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack turns his hand, angling so that he can start easing a fourth finger in alongside the other three. His eyes are drawn to the stretch of Poison's body as it accommodates him.

"Fuck," he breathes, almost reverently. "That's beautiful."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He's trying so hard to find some mantra he could use. Maybe this is where all of Jack's Buddhism and meditation would be really helpful. Anything to get himself out of his body and out of what it's feeling right now so he doesn't come.

"Could-- could take another picture," he murmurs, offering it since he's not sure Jack would even think to at this point.

[rockabillyboy]

The thought of that sends a shiver of arousal through Jack. It's awkward, reaching for his phone with his free hand but he manages. He snaps a couple of pictures: one of his fingers pressed into Poison's ass in lurid, obscene close up and the other a shot up Poison's body - his aching cock and his come smeared face.

"Are you going to want to look at these later?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shivers, hearing the camera shutter sound the phone makes. He wets his lips. "Yes," he admits. "I want to look at them with you."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack watches, distracted for a moment, as Poison's tongue darts across his lips. His cock is well on its way to being hard again. He twists his fingers inside Poison, looking for his prostate as he fucks him.

"How do you want to come, babe?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

A sharp, ragged cry tears from Poison's throat when Jack twists his fingers just right, hitting that spot. He doesn't come, but it's so close. It takes him a moment to recover, difficult since Jack's fingers are still moving.

"Please," he chokes. "I need to come, Jack, please baby please."

[rockabillyboy]

And Jack drags his fingers out of him altogether, slapping his ass instead.

"You're going to come when my dick's in you, baby," he says. "You know ant to wait for that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison is almost grateful for the sharp pain of the smack. It helps ground him for a second. "Yes," he breathes. It almost hurts to say, but yes he wants to wait for that.

[rockabillyboy]

He shifts so that his cock is within reach of Poison's hand, bound as it is.

"Think you can help me get all the way there?" he asks, smirking.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries to stroke him, curling his fingers around Jack's cock as soon as he feels it. He can't really move his hand that much, but he tries.

"You could use my mouth," he offers. Or maybe Jack just likes seeing him struggle.

[rockabillyboy]

"I already did that." says Jack, biting his lip at the graze of Poison's fingers, awkward as it is. He's not going to need much help getting all the way hard, anyway. "Run your mouth. Let me hear you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Feel like I'm dying," he murmurs, trying to stroke Jack as best he can with his intensely limited mobility. "I wanna feel you so bad, baby, I need you. Fuck I need you. Feel like I'm gonna fly apart as soon as you touch me again."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack rocks his hips slowly, fucking himself through the circle of Poison's; fingers.

"Tell me how badly you need my dick inside you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Please, Jack," he whimpers. "I wanna feel your cock, baby. I wanna feel it in me, just what I need. You always feel so fucking good. Wanna feel you make me come. Wanna hear you tell me I can."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack makes a soft, strangled sound and pulls away from Poison's hand, reaching for the lube and starting to slick his cock.

"Keep going," he prompts. "Beg me for it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

His fingers curl up as soon as Jack pulls away. Poison can't think, let alone talk. He tries to find words, tries to find anything.

"Please give it to me," he whispers, breathless with need. "Please, please. I need it so back it hurts, Jack."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shifts between Poison's spread knees, smudging the head of his cock along the slick cleft of Poison's ass, rubbing over his hole, teasing them both for a moment.

"You've been so, so good."