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[rockabillyboy]

He's been worrying for weeks, now. He's known Poison for long enough to be able to see it coming: the crash that's inevitable. He's been texting with Kavinsky, knows that Poison's been unpredictable and fractious during recording sessions. They haven't argued, not exactly, but he's ebe intensely aware of just how easily they could be arguing, almost all of the time.

So Jack drives to the studio, and he gets Kavinsky to buzz him up.

"Come on," he says, through the mic into the studio. "I'm taking you to lunch."

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[rockabillyboy]

Slowly at first, Jack starts to move, raising up on his knees before he sinks down onto the full length of Poison's cock again.

"Nobody feels as good as you," he says, is head rolling back.