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It's not quite daylight when he lets himself into Poison's apartment. He'd showered at the hotel, but he's still wearing last night's clothes, black t-shirt, jeans, boots. He drops his wallet and his keys on the counter and pads into the bathroom, brushing his teeth before he slips into the bedroom. Poison's there and Jack finds himself relieved, even though he doesn't know what he was expecting.

The bed gives slightly when he sits down to take off his boots.

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He feels that moment when Poison relaxes into it, when he starts to rock up to meet him. Jack gets a third finger into him as quickly and as smoothly as he can.

"Tell me when you feel ready to go, baby."

"I'm ready," he gasps. "Please don't make me wait." Poison's been waiting all night, whether he's been thinking about it or not. Maybe it's going to be a little tight, but he wants that. Needs it. He knows it'll be fine - it's not like they're new at this.

Pulling his fingers out of Poison's ass, Jack fumbles his jeans and his underwear down his thighs, slicking his cock and positioning himself back between Poison's thighs. He doesn't wait, doesn't ask for any more permission before he slides into him.

Poison cries out, not in pain but because he wants it, so fucking bad. He lifts his hips as Jack pushes in, grabbing him, trying to pull him closer, faster. Fingers tangle tight in his hair while his other hand grips Jack's shirt, balling into a fist. "Fuck. Holy fuck baby, please."

Jack can take the hint. He isn't slow, isn't careful. He finds a rhythm that's hard and fast, hopes they're slick enough. He listens for any sign that he's hurting Poison.

"That how you want it?" he asks, a hot breath against Poison's cheek. "Baby, you feel so good."

"Yes, yes." His fingers leave Jack's hair, dropping instead to grab at his jeans where they're bunched around his hips. The denim scrapes against his thighs but he doesn't care. He tries to pull Jack against him with every thrust, encouraging him. A few tears slide down his cheek. "Don't stop," he begs.

He couldn't stop if he tried. He fucks Poison as hard and as deep, as thoroughly, as he can. He bends his head, taking a kiss, smudges his lips across the tears on Poison's cheek. "I've got you, baby. I'm right here."

"Hold me," he pleads, like they can actually get closer than they are right now. Poison moans, pushes his face against Jack's neck like he can hide. "Jack--" But he can't say anything else, voice catching on a desperate sound. His thighs tighten and he's close. Every breath is ragged, edged with a needy, eager sound.

Jack shifts, his arms under Poison's arms, tucked behind him, holding him close as they fuck. "I've got you, baby. I promise."

He feels fresh tears when Jack says that and he tries to hold him tighter. The angle is good, and every thrust is hitting him where he needs it. Poison's grip tightens and he closes his eyes as he comes, a sharp, desperate sound escaping as he spills between them, probably making a mess of his shirt.

Poison comes, the space between their bodies going slick and hot and Jack moans loudly, his face pressed into Poison's shoulder.

"M'close, baby. M'really...shit. I'm nearly there."

"Wanna feel you come, Jack. Please, please." He lets go of Jack's clothes and wraps his arms around him, hugging him close.

He's so close. He wants it to badly. He thrusts again and then he's tumbling over the edge.

"Oh, God, I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you," he breathes, moaning a little as Jack comes. Poison can feel it, and it's all at once intensely comforting and startling. He clings to Jack, riding it out with him until neither of them can move anymore.

When he's spent, Jack all but collapses against Poison, pressing himself close. He wants to stay inside him for as long as he can.

Poison lays there, trying to catch his breath. His arms slowly relax but he doesn't let Jack go, not wanting him to pull away yet.

Jsck turns his head, kissing the side of Poison's neck, staying close to him.

"I love you so much."

Poison holds him close, sniffling a bit. "Love you," he murmurs. "Love you so much, Jack."

Eventually, he has to pull out, and he slips to the side, pressing in close with his clothes still pushed out of the way. "Baby," he says, brushing at Poison's tears with the tips of his fingers. "Baby, please don't cry."

He turns towards Jack, hiding against his chest. "'m not," he tries, even if it's pretty much a lie. He takes a sharp breath and lets it go slowly. "I'm okay."

Jack cradles his head in his hand, the other arm thrown around his shoulders, holding him close.

"I got you," he says.

"Don't ever surprise me like that again," he mumbles. He can handle other surprises. Little ones. He tucks close against Jack, wanting to disappear against him. Poison suddenly feels exhausted.

"God. I promise." He combs his fingers through Poison's hair slowly, pressing kisses against his hairline.

"Can we sleep? Scrap breakfast and try again later?" He just wants to be here, he wants to be with Jack and to sleep now that he feels like he can.

Jack nods, keeping a tight hold on him. Gently, he pulls back.

"Just let me take my jeans off, baby."

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