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Poison smiles and turns his head to kiss Jack's cheek. "Yeah? It's pretty nice," he admits. He'd missed this feeling and eh hadn't even realized it. He picks up his own mug, cradling it close.

"You want to bring the rest of your coffee back to bed?" he asks, leaning in to press a kiss to Poison's throat, his lips warm from drinking coffee.

"Mm, yeah. And a bottle of water." Because hydration is important. He grinds his hips back, moving them in a little circle before he gets up to go to the fridge.

Jack's on his way to half-hard again and it's entirely Poison's fault. "Grab me one of those," he says, grinning. "I've got your coffee."

"Holding it hostage?" Poison grins and walks backwards down the hall for a moment. Then he turns and gives a little shimmy on his way into the bedroom.

"Just making myself useful," says Jack and, yes, his eyes are on Poison's ass all the way into the bedroom. He's pretty sure no-one would blame him.

"Uh huh." He grins back at Jack. Poison sets the water bottles on the night stand and flops down onto the bed, sprawling. "Super useful."

"I like how you look in my bed," says Jack, setting down the coffees and then crawling in after him. "I'm not sure I've actually told you that before."

"No, you haven't." He lolls his head, watching Jack crawl closer. "I make it look better?" He shifts his hips lazily - it makes his pajama bottoms ride lower, exposing a sliver of skin.

"You make everything look better," says Jack, reaching out to trail his fingertips against that newly revealed skin.

"Everything huh? Even my lavender pajamas with sheep on them?" He grins and moves again; this time his shirt slides a bit higher, bunching at his waist.

"Even your ridiculous pajamas," says Jack, smoothing his whole palm over Poison's belly, feeling warm skin, that slightly softness that, for some reason, kills Jack completely.

Poison smiles, watching Jack's face. Their bodies are really different, due to circumstance and just their builds. Poison couldn't hold that much muscle if he tried, he knows that.

"My awesome pajamas," he corrects.

"I love you," says Jack, grinning, scraping his nails lightly against his skin. "I really do. But I am not applying the word awesome to those pants."

Poison laughs, startled because he wasn't expecting the last part of that sentiment. He grins and nudges Jack with his leg. "You say that now. They'll win you over. If not these, then maybe the ones with the polar bears."

"I like the ones with little bugs on best," says Jack and he bends down, pressing a kiss against Poison's belly. "Those are actually totally cute."

"Mm, noted. Weirdo." Poison smiles though, stomach drawing in a bit at the touch of Jack's lips. One hand drops down, stroking into Jack's hair.

He just pillows his head against Poison's belly for a moment, his cheek against bare skin.

"Yeah," he says, rolling his eyes. "I'm totally the weirdo."

"Are you accusing me of being weird, Jack Vincent?" Poison lifts an eyebrow. Despite his tone, his fingers are gentle, trailing down Jack's neck and along his jaw.

"Maybe a little," murmurs Jack, his eyelids drifting closed under the light touch of Poison's fingers.

"Well, you love someone weird." He smiles and lightly tugs Jack's hair. "What're you feelin' next, baby?" Poison's in no hurry - this actually feels really nice, just laying here with Jack against him.

"I just want to lie here for a minute," says Jack, a little dozy, his cheek still pressed against Poison's bare skin. "Just...like this. It's nice."

Poison smiles at the ceiling and his other hand drops down to play in Jack's hair. "I'm good with this, baby. I really am."

"This isn't so bad," says Jack. "For a first try at a relationship." He laughs. "Jesus. I still can't get my head around that."

"I feel like I've put you through the ringer already, and it hasn't even been that long." He rubs Jack's neck with his other hand, content to just touch him.