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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]

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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Please let me come," he whimpers, trying to get his hips closer to Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

"Should I let you come before I do?" asks Jack, starting to ease his cock into Poison's ass as slowly as he can, one inch at a time.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"A-anything you want, I just-- just tell m-me when I can." His voice hiccups, stutters, once or twice as Jack pushes in. He moans, sharp and helpless, and his thighs tighten against Jack's hips.

"P-please can I-- can I have one hand loose...? I'll be good. I'll be good."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack weighs that up for a moment and then he reaches up, fumbling open the tie around Poison's right wrist as he slides into him until he can't get any deeper.

"Jesus, Poison."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's hand flies up as soon as it's free, blindly grabbing Jack's shoulder, his neck, just to feel him. "Holy shit," he gasps, head tipped back. "You feel so good, baby. Oh my god you feel good."

[rockabillyboy]

He rocks, fucking Poison shallowly at first but then deeper, harder. He bends his head, taking a hungry, possessive kiss. "You want permission to come on my cock, babe?"

It's amazing how easily he's taken to this kind of filthy talk.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison loves hearing it. He moans into the kiss, hand tightening against Jack's neck. He's shaking, holding on as tight as he can. "Please," he gasps. "Please tell me I can come, Jack. Please, I wanna come with you deep in me."

[rockabillyboy]

"Do it," breathes Jack, thrusting into him hard enough to rock him against the best. "I want to see you come for me, babe."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison does his best to arch his back, to adjust his position just so, until every single slide of Jack's cock is rubbing that spot inside him. He actually has to let go of the intense control he's been clinging to through this. When he finally does, he nearly screams with relief. It almost hurts, as he comes, and he can feel it stripe across his stomach, his chest.

He's pretty sure he whites out for a second or two there, and when he's got nothing left he slumps to the bed. His hand drops, unable to even hold on, and he lays there gasping, struggling to catch his breath.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack reaches up, fumbling the tie on Poison's other wrist, untying him completely as he fucks him, face burrowed into the side of his neck, come smearing hot and wet between them.

"Oh, fuck, babe...Fuck."

[afabulouskilljoy]

His fingers tingle and sting as his other hand his freed. Poison reaches, feeling too heavy and too languid, and manages to get his arms wrapped around Jack's shoulders. His fingers slide into his hair. "Wanna feel you come," he breathes, sounding delirious. "Wanna feel you, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack manages another couple of thrusts before it happens, before he comes undone with his face still pressed into Poison's skin. The sound that spills out of him is more of a moan than anything.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison holds him as close as he can, moaning quietly when he feels that rush of heat. When Jack stops moving, he just lays there, trying to breathe, wallowing in the lingering feeling.

"Jesus," he sighs. "I can't even-- fuck." His fingers stroke weakly through Jack's hair.