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[rockabillyboy]

It is, he thinks, time to get back to himself. He hasn't really drawn since Jillie lift, has let his school work slide and it's time to sort that out. He's started off by sketching the bare bones of a comic layout. He sits at the kitchen table, doing his blocking out first, crisp lines. There's something very cleansing about it, about the order of it.

His eyes drift to Poison, sprawled on the couch in the corner of the kitchen.

"Stay still," he says. "I'm going to use you."

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[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison freezes, then slowly peers over at Jack as his eyebrow slides up.

"How still are we talking?" he asks, grinning when he realizes Jack has his sketch book out.

He's actually glad to see the book, even more thrilled to see the intent spark in Jack's eyes. It's been a while since he's done a lot of drawing.

[rockabillyboy]

"You can move a little," says Jack, knowing how impossible it is for his husband to stay completely still at any point. "I'm just using you as a reference for this first frame."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You know I'm totally cool with you using me, baby." Poison just grins and tries to hold his position. He tries to think of what expression he might've had on his face, but that might not be as important.

"Starting a new story?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, yeah," says Jack, but he's grinning as he starts to sketch Poison's position on the couch. "So. I've been thinking that I might get another anchor. Something bigger."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Need some extra weight, baby?"

Poison glances up toward him, careful not to move his position. Just his eyes.

"Where do you think you'll get it?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah," he says. "Maybe. I've been thinking about it off and on since Jillie left." He smiles when Poison's eyes dar towards him. "On my back, maybe? My shoulderblade?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries not to smile too much, but he can't help the warm look he gives Jack. "That sounds awesome. Want me to sketch something out?"

Maybe Jack has other plans for it, or wants to design it himself, but he offers anyway.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, maybe," says Jack, aware of how much he's saying that word, smirking at himself because of it. "I don't know. I haven't really decided on anything yet. It's sort of a..." He makes this vague gesture. "Proto idea."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles: softer, warmer. "I like proto ideas," he says as he lifts his gaze to Jack's face. "Some of the best stuff comes from those nebulas."

Maybe isn't a bad word - it's got possibility, and Poison liked possibility.

"I wish I didn't get so fucked up about needles," he sighs. "I'd probably be as covered as you are."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, but if you weren't scared of needles, it wouldn't be you," points out Jack, going back to drawing as they talk. "Does that go back to anything? Or is it just a good old fashioned phobia?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Honestly, it's a good old fashioned phobia," he admits, making a face. "But then when a pharmaceutical company merged with government and started controlling all kinds of shit... well, that's when the full up paranoia about needles kicked in. That didn't help the original, maybe unfounded fear."

Sometimes it's hard to remember who and what he was before everything blew up and went to shit. But Poison does remember always feeling freaked out by needles.

"I also can't handle certain body horror stuff, like. I'd have to cover my eyes during certain parts of movies that Kid loved. I still have to."

[rockabillyboy]

They don't watch a lot of horror movies, so this is something about his husband that Jack genuinely doesn't know.

"What kind of thing?" he asks. "And put your hand back where it was, fidget."

[afabulouskilljoy]

It's not hard to follow directions to fidget. Sometimes, Poison simply doesn't know how to be still. So he fidgets while he thinks about the things that occasionally terrify him.

"Like, I mean--" He gestures a bit helplessly, trying to come up with the descriptions he wants. "I can handle the aftermath of a body horror scene, y'know? Like when the alien pops out of that guy's chest in the first Alien movie. Like the blood and gore after the fact doesn't bother me. It's the whole tension of something-is-in-me-and-it's-moving before that. Or like, did you ever play or see Silent Hill? Some of the uncanny valley shit freaks me out. Like I'm fascinated by it, too, but some of it took a lot of getting used to before I could just handle it when it came on screen."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, Jillie and I really liked those games before..." He shrugs. "You know. Anyway, you know what I'm like with blood these days." He wrinkles his nose. "I would...Yeah. I'd totally rather not."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Me and my brother played them all the time, even if he was younger than me," he says with a wry smile. "I know, baby. Trust me, I'm not in a hurry to do any exposure therapy."

He remembers that night in the bathroom, remembers Jack taking care of him, and he'll never knowingly put him through that again.

"I don't need to re-watch The Shining again any time soon."

[rockabillyboy]

"Let's stick to crappy reality TV shows," says Jack, grinning. "Especially the ones about cooking, because it always gets you cooking, and that's the best."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Only because I get unreasonably competitive," Poison pouts, but the expression soon creeps into a grin. "Also some of those challenges are just straight up unfair, dude. How is anyone supposed to that shit so fast and be creative at the same time? There is a reason they don't have-- oh shit, they do have art reality shows, don't they?"

His eyes get big.

"Never let me try to get on one of those."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah like that...Portrait of the Century thing," he says. "There is a reason we have never, ever started watching those, man, and it's not because of me."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison cackles and tries not to move too much. But he des do sort of a gleeful wiggle. "Yeah, exactly. Don't give into me, even if I start begging."

He looks over at Jack, and he has one of those moments where it just kind of hits him: he loves Jack, he loves him a lot, and he can't help the smile that blooms over his face.

"How do I look, Vincent?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Like the man that I love," says Jack, grinning. "Like my husband. Like a squirmy asshole who can't stay still long enough for me to draw five panels."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Wow I have been so still. Zen-like. A picture of utter patience and stoicism."

He can't even finish the statement without a grin and he winks at Jack, because he can't help it, because Jack makes him feel warm and fuzzy all over and it's not fair.

It's not fair that, somehow, Jack makes all his sharp edges feel soft.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack rolls his eyes at Poison and then tosses his sketchbook on the table and gets up, stretching his back.

"Come over here. I'm done."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison pops up and does a little stretch himself, because he has more or less been in the same position. But he smiles and he crosses the room to Jack so he can wrap around him.

"Happy to help, you know."

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh yeah, I know," says Jack, tousling his fingers into Poison's red hair so that he can tilt his head and kiss his jaw. "You're the soul of helplessness."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling as Jack's lips trace along his jaw. He loves the feeling of Jack's fingers in his hair. "So what now, Mr. Artist?"

Even as he asks, Poison nuzzles close. Jack always smells so good. It's one of those weird things that's stuck with him since he met Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

"Now, I thought that I could take you up to bed," he says, his fingers tugging lightly, pulling. "And reward you for at least trying to stay still."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grinned and pulled Jack into a kiss. "I'm all about positive reinforcement," he quipped, feeling a shiver of excitement at the possibility.

[rockabillyboy]

"I thought I was the one who liked wearing a collar," teases Jack, dropping his free hand to squeeze Poison's ass, pulling him in tight.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He gets his arms around Jack's shoulders and, once he's sure Jack is steady, Poison hops up to get his legs around his hips. From there it's easy to drape his arms over Jack's shoulders, keeping them nice and close.

"You are," he purrs. "And you look so cute in it."

[rockabillyboy]

Poison's a solid person, skinny but not a slip of a thing, but Jack can take his weight easily enough. He shifts Poison in his arms until his weight is settled, hands under his thighs to support him.

"Is that a hint, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You know I like pulling you around by it." Poison grins and wiggles his hips as much as he can without compromising his grip. "You can get us upstairs like this, right?"

As he asks, though, he trails biting kisses down Jack's neck.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, probably," says Jack, grinning turning towards the door. "And, hell, if I can't, I'll just have to fuck you on the floor."

[afabulouskilljoy]

The promise of it makes Poison shiver all over and he tightens his legs around Jack's waist.

"Floor, stairs, up against a wall... Pretty sure we've done all of those at least once." Poison grins and pushes his fingers into Jack's hair, anchoring him for a kiss. He knows he shouldn't spend too much time blocking Jack's line of sight, but it's too tempting just then.

[rockabillyboy]

It is, possibly, the only good thing about Dee and Jillie being gone - that they've got all of this house, all of this room, and no-one to care if they fuck all over it. Jack leans into the kiss for a moment, and then he starts climbing the stairs, one step at a time, Poison's weight leaned into him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck, Jack," he breathes, and his voice hiccups just a tiny bit when they actually hit the stairs. At least once on the way up he tries to help, throwing his hand out to keep them from running into a wall.

Even if he's pretty sure Jack has enough balance for the two of them, he's relieved when they hit their bedroom.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack sets Poison down on the bed and then he's immediaely sinking down onto his knees between Poison's spread legs, looking up at him, blissful, smiling.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he says as he props himself up more so he can keep his eyes on Jack. Poison's been lounging in pajama bottoms - these ones were relatively plain compared to his normal fare, just vertical stripes of color.