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"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.

"I really do." Poison smiles and he licks Jack's lips, just because he can.

Jack laughs at that, pressing a kiss against Poison's lips, the tip of his nose. "Good?"

"Really good." Poison kisses him again and rocks his hips forward, lazily grinding against Jack.

It feels amazing, just kissing like they are, pressed together and squirming in the middle of his bed like this. He bites his lip, his face flushed, his hand shifting to trace up the line of Poison's side, the dip of his waist, fingers splayed against his ribs, thumb teasing his nipple hard.

It feels really good. Poison makes a little noise and bites Jack's lip a bit harder, not meaning to. He tries to suck on his tongue by way of apology and squirms a little, getting his shirt to ride higher.

"Ah!" He pinches Poison's nipple, just a little, in retaliation, breathing a laugh against his lips. He rolls them a little, so that he's leaning across Poison, so that he's leaning down into the kiss.

He moans quietly into the kiss as they shift position. It makes Jack's leg shift between his own and he can't help the way he rocks up to meet it, his cock hard behind the thin fabric of the pajama pants.

"God," breathes Jack, lifting his head to look down into Poison's face as they kiss, as Poison rocks against him like that. "Look at you."

"What?" he murmurs, a little dazed after that kiss. He tries to pull Jack a little closer, gripping his hips, his sides.