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He breaks into a big grin. "What kind of unspeakable things?"

"You know exactly what kind of unspeakable things," says Jack, his eyes darting down to bare skin between boots and the hem of Poison's skirt.

"I kinda wanna hear 'em though." He grins. There's a lot of skin for Jack to see.

"Of course you do," says Jack, blushing a little, pushing his free hand back through his damp hair.

"Ugh, you're a tease, Jack Vincent," he sulks. He bumps his hip against Jack's hip, grinning as he pulls him toward the little soda shop/ice cream place.

"Look. I can't help it if I'm currently obsessed with bending you over and seeing what you've got on under that skirt," says Jack, grinning. "But first we're having lunch."

Poison shivers. "First we're having lunch," he agrees, stopping to pull the door open for them. "Then we can negotiate."

"Or," says Jack, eyebrow raised, as he pushes the door open and holds it for Poison, "You could sit on the same side of the table as me and let me cop a feel. Just saying."

Poison can't help the way he bites his lip again, just for a second. "Oh I'm so down with this idea." He scoots right into the place to find them a good booth or something.

Jack had had a feeling that that reaction was going to go down well. He laughs, following Poison into the diner, and, yeah, his eyes are on his ass.

Poison grins at him as he slides into a seat, then pats the bench next to him.

Then he laughs and grabs one of the menus already waiting on the table.

Jack slides in next to him. He doesn't reach for a menu; this place has two vegetarian options and he already knows which one he's going to get.

"What're you craving, baby?"

"I dunno," he sulks. "I forgot my gum 'cause I don't have pockets right now." He carried some around to help get rid of the taste of meat after eating. "I mean, I could probably just wash my mouth out in the bathroom, huh?"

"I've got gum," says Jack, rolling his eyes, his hand skimming Poison's bare thigh under the table. "Get whatever you want."

"Oh good. Prooobably a burger then, and a milkshake, because that sounds awesome." He's hyper aware of where Jack's fingers were touching skin.

"The bean burger here is awesome," he says. "And I'm getting sweet potato fries. And yeah, absolutely a milkshake."

"See, I swear I saw a portabella one too that sounded super good. But I need protein," he pouts. "If I'm gonna keep up with you."

"Gotta keep your stamina up, man," says Jack, grinning. "I really need to get you out running with me."

"Why?" he whines. "What possible benefit would taking me out running have?"

"Helps build stamina?" asks Jack, grinning even wider at how much Poison clearly hates that idea. "Keep you fit. Tighten up your ass and thighs." He raises an eyebrow. "Not that they're not, you know, already pretty much the best thing I've ever had my hands on."

Poison sticks his tongue out. "My stamina is fine," he insists. He narrows his eyes when Jack mentions his ass and thighs. "Good save, Vincent. Even if I suspect you haven't had your hands on many things yet." He lifts an eyebrow, then laughs and leans to kiss Jack's cheek.

"You want me to start putting my hands on other people?" asks Jack, eyebrows raised. "Make sure I've got a proper breadth of experience?"

Poison actually blushed, faintly. A tiny bit. He rolls his eyes. "I mean I'd try my damnedest not to get jealous if you felt like you needed that but I'm not gonna go around advocating for it."

"Say that's a no, then?" asks Jack, his hand sliding further up Poison's thigh. "Just putting my hands on you?"

"You can put your hands on me as much as you want. I'll just have to get creative to make sure you get whatever experience you want." He grins and tries to act like he totally doesn't notice where Jack's hand is right now.