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"That's okay," he says, wrapping his arm around Poison and drawing him in close, nuzzling his hair. "I can go back to it later. This is way better than homework."

He smiles and strokes Jack's cheek. "How are classes going?" he asks as he pulls his shirt up a bit so that more of their skin is touching.

"Not bad," says Jack, reaching down to hitch Poison's leg higher against his hip, pushing their hips more securely together. "I'm not loving life-drawing, but I'll get my head around it."

"Why not loving it?" he asks, moving as Jack closes the small space between them.

"I just don't feel like I'm very good at it," says Jack, smiling when Poison's skin presses against his, the t-shirt rucked up against their bellies.

"It's just practice, baby." He smiles and peers up at Jack. "Seriously. Pretty sure the only way you got good at your typography and calligraphy was doing it all the time, right? Same with figure drawing."

"But I hate it, though," says Jack, almost whining, rolling his eyes. "It just doesn't feel right." His nose wrinkles. "It's alright for you. You can draw people."

"Do you hate it because you feel like you're not good at it?" He lifts an eyebrow. "I wasn't always good at drawing people, I've been practicing since I was like, eight."

"Yeah, I hate it because I feel like I'm no good at it," says Jack, wrinkling his nose. "And yeah, I should practice more."

"Baby," he coos. He leans up to kiss Jack's nose. "No one says you have to make it your career. But you've at least gotta make some effort for the class. Maybe it'd help if you drew people you like? I mean, random models are good too, but. I know you like staring at me, and there's Kav."

"Are you saying I ought to draw you?" ask Jack, tilting his head as he looks down at him. "Going to get properly naked for me?"

"Not all figure drawing is naked people, Jack." But he's grinning as he says it and he kisses him again. "But if you need to draw someone naked, I will totally get naked for you."

"I mean, maybe, I just want to look at you naked and do my homework at the same time?" asks Jack, grinning as he bends his head to catch Poison's mouth in a kiss.

Poison laughs against Jack's mouth. "We'd have to keep a distance or you won't be getting any homework done. But I'm totally here to help you out, baby. I'll make that sacrifice." He winks and flashes a coy smile.

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Jack grins and then he rolls out of bed, pulling on his boxers and heading over to his drafting table to grab his sketchpad. "C'mon, baby," he says, glancing over his shoulder. "Make like one of those french girls."

"I knew you were gonna say that, I knew it. I was gonna make that reference," he laughs, rolling his eyes. Poison sits up and pulls off the shirt. "How do you want me?"

"However you're comfortable," says Jack, turning his chair around so that he can sit with his sketchpad across his knees and his feet up on the bed.

Poison rolls his eyes and smiles. "Nope, you gotta direct me. I'm your model so if something's not working for you, tell me." He does get comfortable though, laying kind of on his side, hips twisted, and the shirt artfully draped over his hip to hide his dick.

"One arm up over your head, then," says Jack, grinning. "And turn your face a little. I can't believe you're not going to let me draw your dick, man."

Poison rearranges himself as he's told. "You really want to? 'Cause I can move this." He plucks at the shirt before he gets back into position.

"Yeah," he says nodding. "Loose the shirt, baby."

"Better not fuck it up," he teases. He pulls the shirt off and relaxes back into his pose. His head his tipped down but keeps eye contact with Jack, which ends up making him look pretty damn coy.

"God, you look beautiful like that," says Jack, already worrying that he's not going to do Poison justice, lying there like that. He starts sketching out some loose lines.

"Thanks honey." He smiles and tries to stay still. "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, baby."

"Just relax a little," says Jack, his eyes darting up at Poison, taking in the lines of him. "God knows how long I'm going to have to make you lie there."