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"You say that like I don't love you all fuzzy in pyjamas too," says Jack, smiling when Poison kisses him. "I just...yeah. This is good. I love you anywhere I get you, babe."

"Even when you make fun of my sheep drinking tea?" he pouts, trying to hide a smile. Then he lifts his hand to turn Jack's head, lightly guiding him into a kiss.

"Even those ones," he says. "But I really do like the bug ones best." He leans into the kiss, keeping it slow and soft. "I'm going to smudge your lips, babe."

Poison pulls Jack into another kiss, and maybe he makes this one a bit more filthy. "Are not," he murmurs. "It's a stain."

"Very practical," says Jack, and then he has to pull away before he embarrasses himself in a diner. "When did you start? The femme thing, I mean?"

"Oh man, I don't know. I mean, I thought about it a lot when I was younger. Forgot for a while when stuff went to shit - I had bigger problems. Then... I became Poison, and figured I was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted."

"Makes sense," says Jack, grinning at the thought of it. "Much opportunity out in the Zones?" His fingers are stroking against Poison's thigh again, just idly as they talk.

Poison shakes is head. "Not really, unfortunately. I mean, unless I was willing to spend time in Bat City to find stuff, I had to depend on whatever Tommy had. Also, protecting skin was a big deal."

"Yeah. I imagine layers were your friend," says Jack, his fingers tracing lightly against Poison's bare skin. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "How often do you have to shave your legs, anyway?"

"When I shower," he shoots back. Then he adds, "When I shower without you." Because it just seems like a weird thing to do when sharing a shower with another person.

"Wouldn't care if you did it in the shower with me," says Jack, smirking. He slides his whole palm against Poison's thigh again, slipping between his legs, against the soft skin of his inner thigh. He doesn't push up under his skirt, though.

"I like the way it feels? I know it's nothing anything to do with me, but."

"But it doesn't hurt that you like it." He grins over at Jack, and he tries to ignore the way having his hand between his thighs makes him feel. If it was just a little higher...

"I mean, it's definitely motivation."

"It just hadn't occurred to me before," says Jack. "I mean, I knew you were doing it, but it's the first time I've seen you in a skirt with bare legs."

Poison grins. "Maybe I'll have to get some more skirts to wear. I mean, it is summer. I hear it gets hot around here."

He perks up when their food arrives. "Oh man... fuck yes," he breathes.

Somewhat reluctantly, Jack takes his hand away from Poison's inner thigh so that he can start on his food. He takes a sip of his milkshake first, grinning as he watches Poison, how pleased he is with his food.

Before eating anything, Poison turns his head and bites Jack's neck. Not hard, but it's there and he can and apparently he feels like a brat. Then he grins and goes after his fries. "Fuck yes this was a good idea. You have great ideas."

That bite sends an immediate jolt right down to his cock.

"Yeah, I do," he says, picking up his burger and taking a bite. "I really do."

Poison can't help the happy noise he makes when he bites into his burger, because even after being here for a month and a half he's still really into this whole food thing.

He keeps his leg pressed against Jack's under the table.

He loves this, the quiet domesticity of it, sitting with Poison in a booth, pressed together like this. Jack chews his burger thoughtfully.

Poison finishes his burger happily and leans on Jack as he starts on his fries.

"So when you start college, do I have to schedule in blow job breaks or how's that gonna work?" He grins, knowing damn well he's bring a brat but it's kinda fun to tease Jack.

"I mean, I'll be home after class," says Jack, rolling his eyes. "Don't worry. You'll get plenty of attention."

"Uh huh. I see the way you look at your art." Poison grins and kisses Jack's shoulder.

"Don't I look at you the same way?" asks Jack, grinning right back. He sets down his fork for a moment, reaching for his milkshake. "I'll make time, I promise. I'll probably have to juggle homework, but we'll figure it out. I'll just have to get a drafting table at your place, too."

"I mean, sometimes, but it's a little different. I'm not a project, and I'm a little out of your realm of control. Usually." He grins and gives Jack's shoulder a kiss. "I'd be okay with that. There's some good spots with great light."

"Talk to Dee about it first and, if she's okay, we'll do it," he says. "Not like I don't spend most of my time wherever you are, anyway."