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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]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

"Can't help what you do to me, babe," says Jack, laughing as he fucks Poison, but it strangles into a moan when Poison's ass tightens as he comes. His hands tighten on Poison's hips. "Fuck. Jesus. Get down. Flat." He groans.

[afabulouskilljoy]

The command makes him shudder and Poison moves just a bit so he can drop flat to the bed. Hearing Jack's voice like that is motivation all on its own.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack presses one hand against Poison's shoulder as he fucks him. God, he's close. A helpless moan shivers out of him. He fucks Poison a little harder, mindful of how much Poison likes it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

It's something new but he likes it. Poison gasps for air. "C'mon baby," he pants. "Wanna feel you, Jack. Make me your mess."

[rockabillyboy]

That phrasing drives him crazy; he suspects that Poison knows that. He slams into him another twice and then he comes, his weight caught, trembling on his arms as his dick throbs and twitches.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moans, arching his back when he feels it. "Fuck, Jack." He can feel Jack's breath on his back, his neck, and he just grins. "Just like that, baby," he coos.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack thrusts into his ass until he's spent and then he all but collapses on top of him, breathing against the side of his neck.

"Fuck. You're incredible."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He just grins, breath forced out of hi when Jack lands on him. He's totally okay with it. A lazy hand reaches back, stroking into Jack's hair.

"You okay there, baby?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah," says Jack, lying there for another beat or two before he slips to the side, chest still overlapping with Poison's shoulder. "I just maybe need to go back to sleep for an hour."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs at that, and his smile lingers as Jack suddenly slides into view. He leans close to kiss him. "Mm, do what you need, honey. Can't have you getting cranky."

[rockabillyboy]

"Was that okay?" asks Jack, pressing another kiss against Poison's mouth. "I know you wanted it slower than that."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I'm not complaining, baby. It was good." He gets another kiss. "We can work on cuddle sex. Takes practice," he quips.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack huffs a laugh, staying close, so close that the tip of his nose almost touches Poison's.

"Yeah?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He smiles and butts his forehead against Jack's. "Yeah. I'm sure you'd be up for it one of these days."

[rockabillyboy]

"Why does it take practice though?" asks Jack, eyebrows raised slightly. "You'd think it'd come natural right?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

He laughs. "Maybe only if you don't have a teenage libido," he quips.

[rockabillyboy]

"Going slow is hard," laughs Jack, rolling his eyes. "I can't help it, man. You drive me fucking crazy." His cheeks colour slightly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Mm, maybe I need to wear you out first and we'll start from there," he quips.

[rockabillyboy]

"Maybe you just need to top for cuddle sex?" says Jack, pressing his face into the pillow for a moment. "Then you can set the pace."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh there'll totally be that," he assures. "But it feels good to get it, too. I can teach by example, though. Definitely."

[rockabillyboy]

"I figure we've got time to practice," says Jack, pushing his fingers into Poison's hair. "I'm not planning on going anywhere."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh yeah? Not in a hurry to get back to your portfolio now?" He grins and kisses the tip of Jack's nose.

[rockabillyboy]

"That's not what I mean," says Jack, rolling his eyes fondly and then rolling away from Poison. "And you know it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles, watching Jack move. "Yeah, I know what you meant."