Maybe he totally shot himself in the foot with this idea. Jack's mouth feels really good and Poison wants to be vocal about it. He moans, trying to be quiet. The panties help, and so does the fact that they picked an action movie or something. The rolling bass of an explosion makes him shiver as he rolls his hips, urging Jack on. If not for the noise and the ungodly chill of the movie theater, he could forget where he is.