"Yeah, totally." Poison moves closer, standing comfortably between Jack's legs. He strokes his fingers back through Jack's hair and leans down to get a kiss before getting out of Jack's way. His thumb strokes over Jack's neck.

His belt, at least, is not as complicated. The jeans are tight, though, and he's realizing they're going to have to peel them off. Beneath, a pair of... red boxer briefs.

They match his hair.