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"I keep asking you if you're sure," he points out. He presses against Jack as much as he can and strokes Jack's hair back. "I'm with you, baby. And I might not say those three words as often as I should. But if you need to hear it, I will."

That does settle something in Jack's chest, some skittish, trembling thing. He presses back against Poison, leaning into the touch in his hair. "I don't want to, like, drag it out of you just because I'm feeling insecure."

"You're not dragging it out of me. I feel it, Jack. I just don't always say it. So if you need me to... it's okay to ask." He kisses Jack again and brushes his fingers down the center of his chest.

"When did you figure it out?" asks Jack, stroking his fingers over Poison's hand, pressing it more smoothly against his chest. "How long have you known?"

"After you came for me, when I had that shit on my back," he admits softly. "I was having really strong feelings about you before that, but I knew then."

"What else was I going to do?" he asks, just as softly. "You needed me."

"You could've decided it was too much. That you don't need that in your life. But you didn't. And you handled me when I was in a really dark place."

Jack leans in and presses a kiss against his mouth, his cheek.

"Ask me," he says. "Ask me when I knew."

Poison smiles small and touches their foreheads together. "When did you know?"

"That night I dyed your hair," he says, blushing at the admission. "When we sat in the bathroom and you drew me."

"Seriously?" Poison smiles, he can't help it, because it just seems... It's so early in their friendship, but also such a weird moment.

"Seriously," says Jack, blushing darkly. "I know it sounds ridiculous and, believe me, I tried not to feel it, but, baby..." he shrugs. "You were all I wanted."

"I'm sure there's a hundred better options in this city for your first... everything," he murmurs. "But I'm glad you stuck with me."

"Don't believe there's anyone better," says Jack, shaking his head. "And, even if there is, I'm not interested. Just you, babe."

He kisses Jack again, smiling small. "I'm here," he repeats, making it sound like a promise.

Jack nods, shy, looking his age. Overwhelmed by feeling, he hides his face with his hands for a moment.

Poison smiles and pulls at Jack's hands to try to kiss him. "Hey, don't hide from me," he insists. "That gorgeous face."

Jack lets Poison move his hands, leads into a kiss. He's blushing though, his dark hair ragged across one eye.

"You're pretty beautiful yourself," he says.

Poison pushes his hair back. "Uh huh. Well, hopefully you don't get too used to this face or I'm gonna have to start dying my hair wild colors to get you to notice me," he quips.

Jack frowns, his eyebrow drawn together. He traces Poison's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

"You think I could ever get used to waking up next to you?"

Poison smiles. "I dunno. Could you?"

"No way in hell, baby," says Jack, shaking his head, and then he leans in, pressing a hot, hungry kiss against Poison's mouth. His hand skims down Poison's side, tracing the dip of his waist.

Poison makes a little noise when suddenly Jack kisses him like that. He arches closer, smiling against Jack's mouth when a hand smooths down his waist. "You love my waist," he coos.

"I love your waist," echoes Jack, skimming his hand back again. "And I love your ass." He slips his hand around to squeeze it, pulling their hips snug together.

"Mmhm. What else?" He slides his leg over Jack's hip, trying to get them closer still.