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"Hi. I started coffee and then I spent the rest of my time wondering if it was too late to join you in the shower." He grins and lolls his head back against Jack's shoulder. "Can't believe you graffiti-ed my mailbox."

"Like I said," he says, bending his head to kiss Poison's neck. "I lay there this morning trying to figure out how to tell you and...I couldn't figure it out. That seemed like the best thing."

"You could've told me... even if I've been an avoidant asshole." He tips his head to give Jack more access to his neck. "This place is so random... Feels the same as being out in the Zones sometimes, just better weather. I don't know if something's gonna happen and you're suddenly gonna be gone."

"So we'll do it while we can," he says, his lips brushing against Poison's skin when he speaks. "Wasn't it you who told me to stop overthinking?" His hands slide against Poison's stomach, one slipping up to his ribs. Holding on tight. "I wasn't sure if I'd freak you the fuck out if I just...told you. I've been trying to figure it out for...a while."

"Do as I say, not as I do," he insists. He leans back into Jack's chest, and it feels really good to be held. "I was trying to think of a way too," he admits. "Something I could do that'd be obvious but not-- y'know." His face warms a bit.

"Not just telling me," he says. He sucks lightly at Poison's pulse. "It was, like, the second or third time we hung out that you started talking to me about anchors." He smiles. "It stuck."

His breath catches when he feels the pull against his skin, the heat of Jack's mouth focused for a moment. "Yeah, I noticed that. You're a good one, Jack. I'm the kind of person that needs one."

"I'm going to work on being one that works, then," he says, tugging gently, turning Poison in his arms until he can slip his arms around his waist and pull him close.

Poison turns easily, looking up at Jack once they're facing. "I could've tried harder to make breakfast," he admits, before leaning up to catch a kiss.

"I'm not even that hungry," says Jack, keeping Poison pressed in against him as he ducks his head to press the kiss deeper, one hand sliding down to squeeze Poison's ass.

Poison lifts up onto the balls of his feet to press more into the kiss, and more against Jack. Their height difference isn't impossible, and he kind of likes it. He makes a quiet sound into the kiss when Jack grabs his ass. "If you're sure," he mumbles against his mouth.

Jack takes one hand off Poison, but only so that he can fumble his towel loose so that, when he presses back against him, he's naked. He nips at Poison's bottom lip, sucking.

"Pretty sure."

Poison's breath catches when, kind of suddenly, Jack is just naked. He tries to get closer, pulling Jack into another kiss - slick this time, needy.

Jack makes a soft sound, almost a whimper, against Poison's mouth. His hand is still on Poison's ass.

"Bed?" he asks, breathless, between sloppy kisses.

"Wherever the fuck you want," he breathes, right before their mouths crash together again. Alright, so maybe they're going to have to stop kissing to move.

"Bed," says Jack, decisively, separating, but only so that he can take Poison by the hand and tug him in the direction of the bedroom. His body doesn't feel big enough to contain everything he's feeling, suddenly.

Poison hurries after him and drops onto the edge of the bed to get his boots off. WHy the fuck is he wearing so many clothes? And why does he insist on getting boots without any zippers? He makes a frustrated noise and then a triumphant one as he finally gets them off.

Jack sprawls out on the bed as he watches Poison struggle with his boots. He curls one hand around his dick, stroking slowly.

"This isn't how i pictured my morning going," he says. "I was going to text you when I get home."

"Yeah? What were you gonna text me?" Poison drops back so he can be closer to Jack and looks up at his face as he tries to get his jeans off without having to peel them.

"That I'd see you later?" Jack's breath catches as he strokes his cock. "That I was thinking about you." He laughs. "I'm always thinking about you."

"What are you thinking right now?" Poison wiggles the rest of the way out of his jeans and leaves his jacket on the floor. Then he twists so he can crawl closer to Jack. He leans to catch a kiss, still wearing a t-shirt and a pair of blue boyshorts.

"Right now?" Says Jack, pushing his hands up under the hem of Poison's t-shirt, sliding against pale skin. He tugs Poison into his lap so that, when he lifts his hips, the length of his cock presses against thin cotton between Poison's legs. "Right now, I've got a pretty one track mind."

Poison makes a little sound when Jack moves him, then presses up against him. He rocks down and presses into another kiss. "I noticed," he murmurs. He pulls back just so he can get out of his shirt, tossing it to join the rest of his clothes on the floor.

"We could always have breakfast," says Jack, sliding one hand down the back of Poison's underwear, squeezing his ass with his palm against bare skin this time. "If you prefer."

"Who the hell was talking about breakfast?" he gasps, giving another firm rock of his hips against Jack's. He kind of loves feeling Jack's cock pressing against his, only the thin fabric of his panties keeping them apart.