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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]

"You were trying to be funny," says Jack. He shifts so that he can look Poison in the eye. "I just...Can't. Think about it too hard?" His arms tighten.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He nods. "So don't think about it." He leans to kiss Jack's forehead. Just because he gets up in his own head about morbid shit doesn't mean Jack needs to.

[rockabillyboy]

"It's stupid, right?" says Jack, and he's suddenly, absurdly close to tears. "When you're right here."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Is it stupid for me to think about it?" Poison doesn't really have an answer for that one. He touches his forehead to Jack's. "I'm here," he murmurs. "'Cause you rescued me from a seagull."

[rockabillyboy]

"Pretty sure you'd have figured out how to rescue yourself if I hadn't been there," says Jack, staying that close, not trying to pull away.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I don't know about that. I'm pretty sure the zipper was all the way up." He nudges his nose against Jack's. "Hey. Come back out of your head, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

"I want to go to bed," says Jack, quietly. "You want to come to bed with me?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Something in his chest aches. He gives Jack a light kiss, then eases out of the tub. "Sure thing, honey. Just gotta text Dee to let her know I'm staying."

[rockabillyboy]

"You want me to sort out pajamas for you?" he asks, hauling himself out of the tub and reaching for a towel.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison considers, then nods a bit. "Yeah, if you don't mind." Which is maybe weird to say, since Jack has never minded before.

[rockabillyboy]

"Why would I mind?" asks Jack, padding back into the bedroom. He knows that Poison doesn't like being naked more than he has to. "Do you mind that I usually end up sleeping naked?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Not remotely." He wraps a towel around his waist before following Jack out into the bedroom.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack sorts out a pair of pajamas that he knows Poison likes, heathery plaid, and a black t-shirt. He drops them on the bed, towelling himself off before he collapses on of the quilt.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison hops into the pants and ties the drawstring - otherwise they're gonna come off - then pulls on the t-shirt. Comfortable, he eases into bed, getting close as soon as Jack has settled. He leans over him, giving him a light kiss. "Hey."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack wraps one arm around Poison's waist, hand slipping up under the hem of his t-shirt to press against warm skin. "Hi."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You okay?" He sinks down, keeping his weight on his forearms as he frames Jack's head.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, I'm okay," he says, a smile twitching the corner of his mouth. "Just back to you scaring the shit out of me again."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He brushes his fingers through Jack's hair and kisses him again. "Why?"

[rockabillyboy]

Words tremble on the tip of his tongue and he swallows them back down, loses himself in the brush of Poison's fingers through his hair, the warmth of Poison's skin under my palm.

"A lot of feelings," he admits. "Doesn't feel like my chest can keep them all in."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He pushes himself up a bit, one hand sliding down to rest over Jack's chest - over his heart. "Just don't let go," he murmurs.

[rockabillyboy]

"Velocity, man," he says, covering Poison's fingers with his, squeezing gently. "You're a terrifying person to fall for."

It's more than he's admitted up until now.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Falling is terrifying no matter what," he answers. He curls his fingers, trying to hold Jack's, then kisses him again.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shifts his hand so that he can thread their fingers together, squeezing Poison's hand.

"I think it was starting to happen with Bex?" he says, quietly, feels odd and guilty the moment that he's said it. "But, yeah. This feels..."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison kisses him, gently cutting off that thought. Different, he's sure, or more intense. And either way it scares him, because for Jack this is new but for him it's familiar, and that makes it more terrifying. Because the last person he felt it for is gone, dead, because of him.

[rockabillyboy]

They don't talk about these things, which Jack understands and doesn't mind. He knows that Poison doesn't want to label this, doesn't want to think about it too deeply because losing Ghoul is too raw, too new. None of this was supposed to happen this quickly. Maybe none of it was supposed to happen at all.

But here they are.

Jack curls his arm around Poison's neck, holding him to the kiss for a moment. It's gentle in a way that their kisses aren't, always. Jack feels himself melting into it.