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[rockabillyboy]

They've been watching a movie and it's almost like things are back to normal. Jack's sprawled on the sofa with one leg thrown across Poison's lap and he's spent almost as much time watching Poison's profile as he's spent watching the movie. The credits roll and Jack flicks off the TV. He swallows, looking at Poison, head slightly tilted.

"Bed?"

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[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison strains under Jack's mouth and he clings to him, trembling. "Holy shit-- fuck, Jack, I'm-- fuck." He can't last; he can't. He's missed this too much, he's missed Jack, missed the way they've always touched each other, easily and without hesitation.

He trembles beneath him, gasping sharply as comes.

[rockabillyboy]

He hadn't expected Poison to come that quickly, and he has to pull back a little bit so that he doesn't choke when Poison spills onto his tongue. He swallows smoothly, sucking until Poison's dick starts to go soft in his mouth and then he lifts his head, shifting so that he can rest his head on Poison's belly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Shit," he breathes as he sinks down, laying flat. "S-sorry, uhm. I've been--you-- yeah." Poison is blushing hotly and he pushes himself up again so he can at least see Jack's face. "I missed you," he murmurs, not sure if he's okay to talk again.

[rockabillyboy]

"I missed you too," says Jack, staying where he is with his cheek against Poison's skin. "Even when I was furious with you, I still missed you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He brushes his fingers through Jack's hair, tenderly scraping over his scalp. "Can I kiss you?" It comes out as a whisper. He wants to touch Jack so badly but he'll start there.

[rockabillyboy]

"Let me get this out first," he says, quietly, trailing his fingers on Poison's bare skin. He shifts, pulling a blanket up over both of them so that Poison isn't exposed to to air. "I just...I told Bull that I thought I wanted to hurt you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison watches Jack as he says that and is quiet for a moment. "Do you?" he asks. He can't blame Jack, and he's wondering where this might go. Open to it.

[rockabillyboy]

"I don't know," says Jack, shaking his head a little. "Not anymore. I don't...I don't know what it'd achieve."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He keeps his fingers in Jack's hair, stroking gently. "I mean, I can't blame you," he says gently. "And if nothing else it might be cathartic." Poison has no idea what hurting him looks like, but he knows he can take a lot.

[rockabillyboy]

"I don't..." He shakes his head. "Don't want to be that person. I don't...I know what happened...to you. I don't want to be that, Poison. I don't want to hurt you just to...make a point." He closes his eyes. "Just because...everything was fucked up for a little while."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You're not, Jack. And you never will be, okay?" Poison leans down so he can kiss Jack's forehead, trying to do it without jostling him too much. "You love me," he murmurs. "And you'd never hurt me without me saying you could. That makes everything different, honey."

He sinks back a little but he keeps his hand in Jack's hair, just holding him. "And I wanna do literally whatever I can to help you through this."

[rockabillyboy]

"I don't know," he admits. "I can't even look at Kavinsky so at least this is something."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"This is something," he agrees. "Would it-- I mean." Poison tries to think of what he wants to say. He wants to help, he wants to give Jack closure or catharsis or whatever it is that he needs from this. His fingers rub over Jack's neck.

"Tell me. Even if you just talk about it or something, just-- I don't want you to feel like you have to keep it bottled up."

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm not even still angry," he says, shaking his head. This is easier if he doesn't look at Poison. "Not really. But...half the time, when I look at you, I kind of want to slap you. I'm not sure...I mean. I guess it makes sense."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins a little. "So do it," he says, giving a small nudge of his hips. "I mean, even if you're not feeling it right now. If it comes up."

[rockabillyboy]

"That's what I said to Bull," says Jack and he actually does huff a laugh. "It's not really making a point if you get off on it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes. "Who says that I'd get off? Or be allowed to?" It feels really good to hear Jack laugh, even if it's only a little. He leans down to kiss him, his cheek this time.

[rockabillyboy]

"I don't think a scene's going to do it for me, P," he says, softly. "I think this is something I'm just going to have to figure out on my own. We'll get there. I'm just not sure how yet."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Just, keep talking to me," he murmurs. "If there's anything I can do, or not do, okay?" He gently squeezes Jack's neck, rubs over the tendon there.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack nods.

"We're going to be okay, you and me," he says. "But...I don't want us to see other people anymore. Okay? I know..I know I shouldn't ask that with you and Krem, but..."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Me and Krem can stop and go back to just being bros that hang out," he says easily. It's never been complicated between them, and there's always been the knowledge that this relationship might close up again. "I'll talk to him tomorrow."

[rockabillyboy]

"Even if Kavinsky and I manage to get back to being friends, it's never going to be that again," he says, shaking his head. "Can't be, after this."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Do you still want the option on the table? If you meet someone else?" Poison just wants to be clear and if jack doesn't want the possibility at all then he wants to he clear on that too.

[rockabillyboy]

"No," says Jack, shaking his head. "I just want it to be us. This is all I need."

[rockabillyboy]

"I missed you too," says Jack, staying where he is with his cheek pressed against Poison's skin. "Even when I was furious with you, I still missed you."