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[rockabillyboy]

Now that he's sure Jillie's going to be okay (Dee has been a freaking God-send), Jack feels like he's climbing out of his skin. He and Poison have basically been reduced to fucking in the shower or in the backseat of one of their cars and he finds himself in desperate need of a real work out. So he texts Kavinsky, asking for exactly what he needs, asking for something nasty and knowing that Kavinsky will understand.

A text with instructions arrives and Jack feels a little shiver of relief.

He lets himself into Kavinsky's apartment and, as instructed, strips off everything he's wearing at the door. He pads naked around the bedroom and then climbs up onto the big bed. He gets into the specified position, head down, ass up, and he starts to fuck himself slowly open with slick fingers. He's intensely, achingly aware that he didn't lock the door behind him.

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[mitsubishievo]

The benefit of a studio apartment was that it was a fairly guaranteed open floor plan. Kavinsky knew what was waiting for him when he walked in the door, because he trusted Jack to follow orders. Still, when he walked in--door unlocked, like he'd said--and first found the pile of clothes just inside the door, and then saw Jack on the bed just a few steps later, he was glad there was no wall to hide him.

He leaned against the entryway wall, watching Jack silently as he fingered himself.