He could fall asleep like this. It just feels really good, and it's not demanding. But eventually he reaches back, gently patting Jack's thigh. "C'mon honey."

Poison waits until Jack is pressed up against him, then he moves, rolling onto his belly. He lifts his hips off the bed, manages to get his knees under him, just enough, without dislodging Jack. He's still low to the bed, but at least this way Jack can move.