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

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."

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afabulouskilljoy

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

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

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rockabillyboy

He laughs, staying pressed inside Poison for as long as he can.

"I do okay?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"Can't even talk." Okay, obviously he can, but it's rough going. "I think my dick hurts I came so hard, Jesus." He rubs the back of Jack's neck.

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rockabillyboy

Jack slips to the side, whimpering as he pulls out of Poison's body and sprawls alongside him. He laughs, sliding one hand down to cup Poison's dick gently.

"Poor baby."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Seriously." He pouts a little for effect, then rolls to cuddle against Jack. He still has his blindfold on, having not made any attempt to remove it.

From:

rockabillyboy

"Won't do it again," says Jack, reaching up to tug the blindfold off so that he can really see Poison, so he can look him in the face.

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afabulouskilljoy

"I mean I didn't say that." He tips his head up so he could kiss Jack, now that he can actually see where his mouth is.

From:

rockabillyboy

"All of that good?" he asks, leaning down into the kiss, his fingers grazing against Poison's jaw. "How do you feel?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"Like I can barely move." He kisses Jack's cheek. "Totally boneless. In a good way."

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rockabillyboy

He grins, combing his fingers through Poison's red hair, thumb grazing against the undercut, smudging against short shaved hair at his temple. "I didn't hurt you?"