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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]

"Sometimes think about you just pushing in," he admits, his little smile reappearing.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh yeah?" Asks Jack, lifting his head to look down at Poison as he fingers him. "Wouldn't that..."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, with lube," he says with a laugh. He peers back at Jack. "Maybe not yet."

[rockabillyboy]

"Would you be into that?" Asks Jack, finding himself fascinated. He rests his chin on Poison's shoulder, wishes he wasn't wearing a tshirt.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Totally. Wouldn't've said it if not." He grins and moves a little, ducking his head so he can get his shirt over it, exposing his shoulders.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack kisses newly revealed skin, grinning. "That would be kind of hot. Just bend you over and go." He grins. "You know you want to kick your bottoms off too, babe."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "Maybe you can talk me into it." He rocks his hips back, pushing himself more onto Jack's fingers.

[rockabillyboy]

"C'mon," he breathes, mouth right next to Poison's ear. "Get naked for me before I fuck you. All mine."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He legs go of his cock so he can push at the pajama pants. He gets them as far down as he can without pulling away from Jack. He kicks a bit to get them the rest of the way off. "Pushy," he says fondly.

[rockabillyboy]

"You love it," says Jack, forgetting to be lazy for a moment, shoving his fingers harder into Poison's ass.

[afabulouskilljoy]

The harder push forces a little moan from him. "Uh huh," he manages. "'m ready, baby. C'mon."

[rockabillyboy]

"Love it when you call me that," says Jack, dragging his fingers out of Poison's ass and slicking his cock.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He makes another little sound when Jack's fingers slide free. "Baby baby baby," he coos.

[rockabillyboy]

Dick slicked, Jack rubs the head against Poison's hole.

"Tell me how much you love it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Love feeling you, Jack. Feelin' full of you. I like having you against me like this, over me, like you're all there is in the world." He wets his lips. "C'mon," he urges.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack starts to ease into Poison's body in one long, slick push.

"God, I love it. I love this." He nearly slips.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison gasps as Jack pushes in - the slide is easy, and it feels so good. He moves a little, coaxing Jack more on top of him. "You feel so good," he breathes. "Don't stop."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack leans forward until he's pressing down into Poison with every thrust. He keeps it slow, keeps it lazy. It's a lot to bear.

[afabulouskilljoy]

For Poison it feels perfect, though. He rocks his hips back to meet Jack's, cheek pressed into his pillow. Every time Jack thrusts forward, it forces Poison's hips down and he ends up grinding against the bunched up blankets.

"Gimme more, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack pulls along all of the way back out of him and then presses back in, harder than before, a proper thrust instead of a rocking of his hips.

"That good, babe?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Ah! Really good," he gasps. Poison pushes up a little more, trying to get on his knees, keeping them far apart. "Do what you need, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

Shifting, he lets Poison get up on his knees, scrambling so he can kneel behind him with his dick still in, giving him a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck him harder, hands on his hips to pull him back into every thrust.

So much for lazy.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Well, Poison still feels lazy, face pushed into a pillow and his knees so far apart he might as well be flat to the bed. But the position gives Jack better leverage, gives him more to work with, and Poison's happy to make it work. He tries to get the angle of his hips just right.

"Oh fuck, baby. I wanna feel you come," he pants, one hand sliding down to stroke himself as Jack fucks him.

[rockabillyboy]

"Not long," promises Jack, thrusting into him. His hand slides over Poison's hip and he gives him a smart slap across the ass. "Keep talking, babe," he says. "Want to hear that filthy mouth."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison huffs a laugh. "So much for cuddle sex," he gasps out. He moans again, though, and pushes his face into the pillow for a second. He turns his head when he has to breathe again.

"Your cock feels so good, baby. Love how big you feel in me," he murmurs, sounding almost delirious. "I wanna feel you come in me, on me. Love being your mess."

His voice catches on the next breath and he tightens for a second as he comes, just like that.