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 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..."

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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.

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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.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison sinks more into it, fingers sliding through Jack's hair. When he lifts his head, he stays close, turning to nuzzle Jack's cheek.

"You're really good, Jack," he murmurs.

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rockabillyboy

"I do my best," says Jack, turning his head, taking another kiss. He feels like Poison is oxygen, like he's not getting enough just be breathing. "You make it easy."

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afabulouskilljoy

"I don't make anything easy." Poison is sure that's true. He kisses Jack again, slower, sweeter, then gives him a light push to separate. "How have you not passed out asleep?"

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rockabillyboy

"Some of this feels easy," says Jack. Some of it feels like a reflex, as natural as breathing or his heart knowing when to beat. He shrugs. "Can't sleep. I'm enjoying looking at you. I'm lying down. It's good."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison laughs and rolls his eyes. "Guess I can't complain if you're looking at me."

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rockabillyboy

"Mmhmm," says Jack, gently skimming the tips of his fingers down the graceful bridge of Poison's nose.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison tips his head up, lightly kissing the tips of Jack's fingers when they land on his mouth. "Get some sleep, baby. Maybe we'll let you work on that portfolio tomorrow." He settles off to the side. He's tired, with a lot of feelings rolling around in him just now. Maybe sleep will help.

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rockabillyboy

Most of the night, Jack sleeps curled on his side, facing away from Poison. He's still getting used to having someone sleeping in the bed with him. Still, when he wakes up hard, he rolls towards Poison, curling one arm around him, pressing up against him. He's not really awake, not yet.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison's spent most of the night awake. He stayed in bed, half the time staring out the window, half the time staring at the ceiling just depending on his position. At least he sleeps for a few hours. He makes a quiet sound, half awake when Jack's arm slides around him. His head lolls toward him, red hair careless across his face.

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rockabillyboy

Poison sleeps in pyjamas, Jack sleeps naked, so there's only a single layer of soft fabric between them where they're pressed together. He leans his head, pressing a kiss against the side of Poison's neck.

"Morning, boo."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

He makes a noise - almost like a whine - when he wakes more. But a smile tugs at his mouth when he opens his eyes. "Hey," he murmurs, voice a bit raw from sleep.

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rockabillyboy

Jack idly skims his fingers up and down Poison's torso, pressed up against his back, Poison's ass pulled back into the cradle of his thighs.

"You sleep okay?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"Yeah," he answers, only half lying. He slept fine, when he did sleep. Poison's smile grows as Jack's fingers brush up and down his front, while the rest of him is pressed up against his back, warm and solid. "You?"

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rockabillyboy

He almost says like the dead, catches himself at the last moment. He nods, nosing through Poison's red hair to press a kiss against the nape of Poison's neck.

"I sleep better when you're here. Dunno why."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Are you usually a restless sleeper?" Poison's just curious. He tips his head forward after that kiss and stretches his back a bit, pressing his ass back against Jack's hips before relaxing again.

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rockabillyboy

The press of Poison's ass against his dick sends a rumble of arousal straight through him. Jack makes a soft sound in the back of his throat.

"I haven't been great sleeper since Jillie went into hospital," says Jack. "I miss having her around."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Must be really rough, being separated all of a sudden. I mean, I get the sibling thing, but I've never had a twin."

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rockabillyboy

"They couldn't get us to sleep separately when we were kids," says Jack. "Even right before she got sick, she'd end up in my bed a lot. She had bad dreams. Maybe that's why I sleep better when you're here. Used to having someone tossing and turning next to me."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison rolls his eyes. "I don't toss and turn that much, do I?"

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rockabillyboy

"Yeah, you do," says Jack, pressing another kiss against his skin. "It's okay though."

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afabulouskilljoy

He huffs and lightly elbows Jack. Maybe he pushes back against him, too. "Gonna be an ass about it next time," he promises. "Roll around until you kick me outta bed."