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"Wouldn't care if you did it in the shower with me," says Jack, smirking. He slides his whole palm against Poison's thigh again, slipping between his legs, against the soft skin of his inner thigh. He doesn't push up under his skirt, though.

"I like the way it feels? I know it's nothing anything to do with me, but."

"But it doesn't hurt that you like it." He grins over at Jack, and he tries to ignore the way having his hand between his thighs makes him feel. If it was just a little higher...

"I mean, it's definitely motivation."

"It just hadn't occurred to me before," says Jack. "I mean, I knew you were doing it, but it's the first time I've seen you in a skirt with bare legs."

Poison grins. "Maybe I'll have to get some more skirts to wear. I mean, it is summer. I hear it gets hot around here."

He perks up when their food arrives. "Oh man... fuck yes," he breathes.

Somewhat reluctantly, Jack takes his hand away from Poison's inner thigh so that he can start on his food. He takes a sip of his milkshake first, grinning as he watches Poison, how pleased he is with his food.

Before eating anything, Poison turns his head and bites Jack's neck. Not hard, but it's there and he can and apparently he feels like a brat. Then he grins and goes after his fries. "Fuck yes this was a good idea. You have great ideas."

That bite sends an immediate jolt right down to his cock.

"Yeah, I do," he says, picking up his burger and taking a bite. "I really do."

Poison can't help the happy noise he makes when he bites into his burger, because even after being here for a month and a half he's still really into this whole food thing.

He keeps his leg pressed against Jack's under the table.

He loves this, the quiet domesticity of it, sitting with Poison in a booth, pressed together like this. Jack chews his burger thoughtfully.

Poison finishes his burger happily and leans on Jack as he starts on his fries.

"So when you start college, do I have to schedule in blow job breaks or how's that gonna work?" He grins, knowing damn well he's bring a brat but it's kinda fun to tease Jack.

"I mean, I'll be home after class," says Jack, rolling his eyes. "Don't worry. You'll get plenty of attention."

"Uh huh. I see the way you look at your art." Poison grins and kisses Jack's shoulder.

"Don't I look at you the same way?" asks Jack, grinning right back. He sets down his fork for a moment, reaching for his milkshake. "I'll make time, I promise. I'll probably have to juggle homework, but we'll figure it out. I'll just have to get a drafting table at your place, too."

"I mean, sometimes, but it's a little different. I'm not a project, and I'm a little out of your realm of control. Usually." He grins and gives Jack's shoulder a kiss. "I'd be okay with that. There's some good spots with great light."

"Talk to Dee about it first and, if she's okay, we'll do it," he says. "Not like I don't spend most of my time wherever you are, anyway."

Poison smiles. "I'll talk to her," he assures. But he still likes the idea of Jack being able to work at his place, too. To just... be around.

"It'll be super freaking domestic," says Jack, rolling his eyes. "Do I get a drawer at your place, too?" He's done with his food and his hand drops back to rest on Poison's thigh as he takes another swallow of his milkshake.

"Honey you could've had a drawer whenever you wanted," he points out. "I mean, you kind of already do for the number of times I've stolen your shit and kept it. I just put it away at my place."

He pulls his milkshake closer now that he's done with all his food. He smiles when Jack's hand touches his thigh.

Poison's skin is smooth and warm and it's easy to let his fingers wander back to his inner thigh, a few inches above his knee. Sitting down makes the skirt ride up. Jack's trying not to think about it.

"Yeah," he says. "I didn't want to ask before."

"Probably should've mentioned you already had one sooner... but I was worried you'd start taking your stuff back." He narrows his eyes suspiciously at Jack. He's very aware of where Jack's fingers are wandering, and he's maybe getting into it. Even if they're still somewhere relatively safe.

Jack notices the look but doesn't say anything, taking another swallow of his milkshake.

"I like having spare clothes at your place," he says. "And I like the way you look in my stuff."

"Even if I drown in half of it?" He laughs and shakes his head a bit. He moves a little under the table, makes Jack's hand slide higher before he settles down again.

He shifts his hand again, sliding so that his palm is pressed against Poison's skin again, his fingers tucked between his thighs.

"Especially because you drown in half of it," he says.

He laughs and shakes his head. "Jerk," he says fondly. He squeezes Jack's hand between his thighs.

God, why does that have such an affect on him? He bites his lip for a moment.

"I do. I love the way you look in my t-shirt and panties." He huffs a laugh. "Totally something I expected to be saying to a girlfriend."