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A stab of jealousy hits Jack hard and he frowns a little before he tries to shrug it off.

"Don't do that," he says.

"Do what?" Poison frowns a little. It's obvious he's crossed a line, he's just not sure which one, or how far.

"Make yourself sound like that," says Jack, still frowning. "I don't..." He shrugs. "I don't know why it bothers me."

Poison reaches for Jack, tugging him closer. "Hey," he murmurs, tipping his head up to nudge Jack's cheek. "It's all about you, baby. I'm just teasing, I can tone it down." He gives him a little kiss.

"It makes it sound like I'm, like, judging you or whatever?" says Jack, turning his head to catch Poison's mouth in a kiss. "I don't care what you did before you met me. I just...don't like you making yourself sound like that for a joke? I don't know."

"You're sweet, Jack." He's tender as he says it and he kisses him again, stroking the backs of his fingers down Jack's cheek. "I'll try to catch it. My sense of humor can get messed up." He leans closer to nuzzle Jack's chest.

"I can tell when you don't mean it," he points out. "I can tell when it's not something true. Like that shit that Dee says about pornobots or whatever they are. You just like making yourself sound as slutty as possible." He smiles, a little. "I mean, I love it when you're slutty, don't get me wrong, but..."

"But you don't like picturing me with other people?" he guesses, sliding his hands down Jack's sides to squeeze his hips. "Also at least one of the pornodroid stories is true, but it's not the one that actually involves any."

"I don't mind, like...I don't mind the thought of you with Ghoul?" admits Jack, his hips tilting slightly under Poison's hand. "But screwing around for soda? Yeah, I hate that though."

"Why?" Maybe he should just accept it, but that's almost never been his style. HE doesn't mean it in an accusatory way - he's honestly just curious. He wants to understand which part bothers Jack so he can avoid it.

"I don't know," says Jack, rolling his shoulder. "Because the thought of someone using you like that kind of makes me want to punch them in the face? I'm not sure it's rational."

"You're awesome," he says fondly, sliding his arms around Jack to hug him. "My hero." And he's not being an ass when he says that. He means it.

"Yeah?" He feels a little bit ridiculous. He drops a kiss into Poison's red hair, skims his hand down the small of his back. "It's like, the only Buddhist directive on sex. It's not supposed to be harmful physically or spiritually. I guess that's kind of what I mean."

"If you harm me physically it's cause I asked for it, and if you hurt me accidentally it's not like you're getting anything out of it." He kisses Jack's shoulder. "You're not harming me spiritually. And as far as my sense of humor, I will tone that bit down. Or I'll try."

"I love you." He says it and he means it, utterly, his arms snaking around Poison's waist to give him a solid squeeze as he kisses his shoulder. "I'm just...I'm sorry if I take a while to figure this out. I really haven't ever done anything like this before. Never been in love."

"Scary as fuck, isn't it?" He gives a tender, sympathetic smile. "We'll figure out together, baby. Promise." He turns his head to kiss Jack's temple as the elevator dings to announce the lobby.

"Scary as fuck," he echoes, threading their fingers together. "Oh God. Is Dee going to hate me even more now?"

"What?" Poison blinks, then he rolls her eyes. "If she gets mad at you because you love me, me and her'll have a talk," he says. Because he doesn't think Dee'll get upset... but if she does, he'll talk it out. He wants her to be okay, but he als wants... this.

"I can understand her not really wanting to be friends with me," he says. "I'm screwing her dad and I'm not her other dad. It's got to suck."

"Well it sucks for me when you two aren't getting along." He knows he should probably take that up with Dee, though. He adds it to the mental to-do list. He holds Jack's hand on their way out of the building.

"I'm trying," says Jack, squeezing Poison's hand as they walk. "I think she's pretty cool."

"She's awesome," he sighs. "Just wish she'd see that about you." Or maybe notice that Poison's just... happy with Jack. Really, really happy. He flaps his hand a bit. "Not gonna worry about that just this second. It's a nice day, I look fucking hot, and you're awesome. That's all that matters right this second."

"You don't think that kind of hotness is wasted on burgers and milkshakes?" Says Jack, eyebrow raised. "Because I'm pretty sure I've never seen anyone look that hot in real life."

Poison rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to stop being hungry just because I'm hot," he insists. Then he looks up at Jack and bites his lip with a coy grin. "Maybe you can do something naughty to me in the bathroom. Maybe."

"God. Don't bite your lip like that when we're in public." He huffs a laugh. "I just want to do unspeakable things to you."