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"Kavinsky's from New Jersey," he says. "Well. Sort of. And I had a couple of friends at school whose parents moved West." He smiles. "Never lived anywhere but San Francisco."

"Gotcha." He cuddles close and rests his head against Jack's shoulder. "Not the worst place to grow up. I saw it a couple times before traveling got harder."

"My dad was always in politics, from when I was small. Got into office when I was twelve, so that meant the big house up on the hill." He shrugs. "Mom's on a lot of boards. Charities. That sort of thing."

Poison makes a face. "That seems unfair. Like, you didn't get to be a kid, you got to be a prop." It bothers him for some reason. He didn't get to be a kid for long either, but he also grew up in a shit-show version of the world Jack knows.

"Me and Jillie did okay," he says, smiling a little at the thought of her. "We had each other, you know? You've got a brother. You know what it's like. But I guess it's more. With twins."

"Definitely more with twins. Even if me and Kid could talk to each other without talking," he says with a laugh. "It used to freak Ghoul out."

"Me and Jillie never did that secret language shit, but I always knew what she was thinking," he says, huffing a laugh. "Like I oculd hear her in my head."

He smiles. "We didn't quite have that. We just knew each other really well, y'know? And we could talk through like... expressions. Eyebrows." He laughs and shakes his head.

"It got harder when she got sick, but we still had that," he says. "They used to let me ignore visiting hours for her."

"Good, because siblings shouldn't count when it comes to visitor hours," he huffs.

"Sometimes, she couldn't sleep if I wasn't there," he says. "So they'd call and I'd come. I'd drive over, sleep in a chair. In the bed with her. Whatever she needed."

"You're a good guy, Jack," he murmurs. He strokes his cheek and gives him a kiss, light and sweet. "You really are."

"She's my sister," he says, rolling on his side a little, pulling his knees up a little, curling in to Poison's body. "She's sick. What else am i supposed to do?"

Poison nods, agreeing. He doesn't say more, though, because he's still not quite ready to think about his brother being gone. He kisses Jack's skin, whatever is closest to him, and lets his lips linger.

He combs his fingers through Poison's hair, cradling the back of his head.

"You want to know anything else about us? About Jillie? About home?" He smiles. "I like this. Like talking like this."

"We can take our time," he murmurs. "I'll get your life story in pieces." He smiles and brushes his fingers down Jack's side. He kisses again, tongue lightly touching Jack's skin.

It's easy to get lost in a kiss like that, slow and sweet. Jack's eyes drift close and he leans forward into it a little.

Poison's hand holds Jack's face, just a light touch, and he urges the kiss just a little deeper. He tastes good, he feels good.

Jack opens his mouth easily to the kiss, pushing forward with his tongue. His hand slips under the hem of Poison's t-shirt, pressed against pale, warm skin.

Poison arches to press closer, following the slide of Jack's hand. He breaks the kiss, just for a moment, then presses into another. He slides an arm around him, just keeping close.

They don't make out like this very often - unhurried, slow, warm kisses. Jack presses forward, his knee slipping between Poison's so that he can pull him in closer still.

Poison sides his legs apart a bit, welcoming Jack up against him. And he rocks his hips forward a little, sliding along Jack's thigh. He's not in a hurry, but that feels really good, too.

Both hands slip under Poison's shirt, just wanting to feel skin as they kiss. Jack's starting to get hard again, but he doesn't pay any real attention to it, just focusing on how it feels to kiss Poison right then.

"Love your hands," he murmurs against Jack's mouth. Poison loves how they feel on his skin, that they're bigger than his own. He's getting turned on again too, but they don't need to rush. In the next kiss he catches Jack's bottom lip in a gentle suck.

"Yeah?" asks Jack, grinning against Poison's mouth. He flushes a little, rubbing his palm up the knobbled line of Poison's spine.