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"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."

"I'm relaxed," he insists, smiling. "I can hang out for a long time, baby, don't worry. In worse positions than this. Besides, you look pretty cute over there, all concentrating.

"We should test that, sometime," says Jack, still drawing lines still sketching him out. "How uncomfortable I can make you."

Poison laughs. "I'm game if you are," he quips. "As long as it's a fun kind of uncomfortable."

"Oh, definitely the fun kind," says Jack, grinning at him. "I still need to get you back for that night I was a girl."

Poison rolls his eyes, but he's grinning. "And which night was that, baby? 'Cause we had a bunch."

"You know full well which night it was, Poison," says Jack, primly. "The one where I got very little sleep."

He laughs, tries not to disrupt his pose. He's grinning. "Oh, that night. Were you uncomfortable, baby?"

"Oh, I don't know," says Jack, smirking. Talking is helping, actually - it's stopping him obsessing. "Butt plug, blindfold, vibrator, tied to the bed and how many loads of come?"

"Did I keep a tally? I feel like I kept a tally." He grins. "If I didn't, you totally should." He weirdly likes the idea of keeping track - it seems dirty, and amazing, and he's all about it. "You looked so good though, baby."