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2018-07-24 02:51 pm

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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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2018-04-03 06:01 pm

Post Founder's Day

For a while now they've been laboring under the weight of their losses, and, as a result, they've been kind of careful with each other. In the cab on the way home, Jack realises that he doesn't necessarily want to be careful anymore. He leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss against the side of Poison's neck, right against his pulse. His hand slides dangerously high up his husband's thigh.

"What've you got on under these?"
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2018-02-12 07:16 pm
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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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2017-10-23 02:16 pm
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Poison knows where he is, where he's gone, why he's there. Jillie's gone and Cassie's gone and Jack feels like he can't breath, because of the weight of his sorrow. And Poison is getting him through the worst of it, though the crying and the loss, but he needs some help with the black and tarry anger, the hurt and the loss. And there's nobody in Darrow that Jack trusts to get him out of his head like he knows Bull can.

So he knocks, and he waits, and he tries not to cry again.
There can't be anymore tears left.
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2017-10-08 12:52 pm
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It feels, a little like it did after Jillie's accident, the big one, the one that ended with their mom in hospital. Loss lies heavy over the house like a sheet over a mirror. Jack spends a lot of time with Poison, with Jillie, giving them as much as he can, as much of what he hopes they need. He plays with Jillie's hair. At night, he lies curled around the comma of Poison's spine, and he holds on as tight as he can.

That morning, he sits at the kitchen table, a small black box on the table in front of him. When Poison comes padding into the kitchen, Jack looks up.

"Can we talk about this?" he says, softly. "I...I want to talk about this."
Because they can lose, at any time. Any minute. So they have to live now.
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2017-05-15 05:10 pm
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Jillie has a therapist and, in a way, so does Jack. His therapy just looks different from Jillie's but, then again, his issues look different from her's, too. Most of them look kind of like his father. Poison doesn't put a lot of rules on these sessions with Bull - no full sex, which doesn't mean nothing sexual. That's about it. Jack comes home calm, and settled. It works.

He's a little early, so he rings Bull's buzzer and leans his shoulder against the wall, in case he has to wait.
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2017-04-15 06:36 pm
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He's honestly not sure if this is supposed to be a date or not. They've sort of edged around the idea, and he's got permission to stay out as late as he needs to, so he supposes he'll see how things go. He's waiting for her on a corner downtown, loosely knotted tie and a vest, his shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Idly, he plays on his phone, killing him time.

He's nervous, a little. He supposes that it's more anticipation than anything.
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2017-04-10 04:20 pm
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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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2017-04-01 05:56 pm
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He lasts about a week. It's a pretty shitty week - a lot of meditation, a lot of running, a lot of trying (and failing) to find his zen. He hadn't wanted to talk to Poison while he was carrying all of that anger around with him. Eventually, though, he finds his centre, finds his core again, and he goes looking for the man he loves.

The man he can't stay angry with, anymore.

He lets himself into the building but stops at the apartment door, knocking before he enters.

"Poison?" he says. "Are you here?"
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2017-02-27 06:59 pm
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He might have joked about it being a date but, mostly, Jack thinks Valkyrie is pretty cool and he's stoked to get a chance to hang out. He'd worked at the Zen Center bookstore that day and he texts her to suggest she meet him there so that he can buy her dinner. He's even got a rose in water in the breakroom, mainly to amuse himself.

"Poison meeting you, dude?" says the girl he's on with. "Or Kavinsky?"
"Neither," says Jack, enjoying the look on her face as he grabs his rose and his backpack and goes to wait for Val out on the sidewalk.
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2017-01-14 02:37 pm
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He feels like kind of a shitheel for being upset about it, honestly, but some things demand to be felt and he can't quite pull himself out of it. He ends up curled on the sofa, his head pillowed on his arm, his knees pulled up, just staring at the selfie that Kavinsky had sent him this morning of him and Newt, grinning and happy and so obviously in love, matching rings in place.

What he is not in love with Joseph Kavinsky, not quite, but it's something like it and his heart hurts a little at the knowledge that their relationship is going to have to change because Jack might be a bad buddhist but he can't quite conceive of sleeping with somebody else's husband.

Jack sighs and closes his eyes.
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2017-01-07 06:43 pm
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Sober, it takes Jack a few days to actually talk himself into it. He hadn't been surprised that, when he'd bought it up, Poison had agreed but wanted to come. A little thrill of heat flushed under his skin when he thinks about it. Bull had suggested a hotel room and Jack had insisted on paying. It's snowing, lightly, as they duck into the hotel, as he heads over to the desk and offers his I.D.

"Are we sure about this?" he says, glancing at Poison standing just behind him.
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2016-12-26 10:49 pm
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Christmas is over with and done and Jack has a reservation up at Kagura. The suite had cost a pretty astronomical amount of money, but it's for one night, and it's worth it to buy him and Poison some space to just get some tension out of their systems. He's got a bag, packed with a change of clothes for both of them, a variety of toys - some familiar, some brought especially for the occasion. He's deeply intensely aware of the butt plug that he's already wearing.

He wraps his arms around Poison's waist from behind and looks at the absolutely huge room.

"Merry Christmas?"
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2016-12-20 07:07 pm
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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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2016-11-17 08:10 pm
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He's kind of at a loose end. Mom and Dad are away through the end of the week, Bex is out of town and he's got no ideas for any writing or drawing. So pretty much all that's left is sulking. Jack flops back on the sofa, his feet up on the coffee table and idly flicks through a few channels, looking for a movie. He's uncharacteristically full of discontent.

"Yo!" He calls. "Jillie?"
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2016-10-28 10:02 pm

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He takes Kavinsky's hand and draws him towards the green room at the back of the stage. He doesn't stop to talk to him, doesn't tell him that he's got permission to be here, because it's given. It's obvious. Once they're in private, he turns, leaning in and pressing Kavinsky back gently against the wall.

"So," he says, finally finding his voice. "What did you have in mind?"
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2016-09-21 06:50 pm
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He's pretty much buried in homework. He's struggled to find his rhythm since he moved in with Poison and Dee. He's got a desk set up in their bedroom and he alternates between that one and the one out in the lounge, depending on how much he wants to focus.

Right now, focusing is difficult because Poison is having some kind of fit localised on his closet and a tonne of shopping bags.

"What're we doing again?" asks Jack, his voice just barely edged with frustration.
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2016-09-08 05:04 pm
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It's starting to feel like everything's back on an even keel. He's been moving his stuff over to Poison's a couple of boxes at a time, put the spare drafting table up on the Darrow equivalent of Craigslist. They're getting back into their routine. Jack's back to doing his yoga.

He's got his mat unrolled on the soft grass in the park and he's running through his routine. He bends, pressing both palms flat against the floor and holds it for a moment, enjoying the stretch.
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2016-08-31 08:42 pm
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We need to talk.

He's been turning it over in his head since that conversation with Poison where they'd talked about degrees. He doesn't really know what he wants - he doesn't really know what to do for the best. He's been meditating on and off for a lot of the morning, trying to clear his head, trying to get his thoughts in order. It's not really helping. He checks his phone for the hundredth time.

I'll be at the Center until dinner time.
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2016-08-30 07:52 pm
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"I'm pretty sure that Kavinsky's in love with me."

He blurts it out, all of a sudden, lying on his side in bed with a movie playing on the laptop. He rolls over to look up at Poison, eyebrows raised. "I mean, I know he is. But...it's not a big deal. It's not. It's just...something I'm not okay with you not knowing anymore."

He blurts it out. And then he waits.