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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."

Poison giggles. "Best of both?" he tries. Sure, he's missing a lot of things a girlfriend might have, but. He does wear panties and Jack's t-shirts, and he likes to think he can be pretty fucking cute when he puts effort into it.

"Absolutely the best of both," says Jack, grinning, pressing his fingers lightly into Poison's thigh, just a tiny bit of pressure. "The cutest."

Poison's breath catches, just a tiny bit. "You say the sweetest things," he coos. He gives Jack a cool kiss on his cheek after finishing his milkshake.

"Nothing I don't mean, babe," he says, automatically offering Poison the last inch of his milkshake when he sees he's finished his.

"I think you just wanna see me suck on something of yours." He lifts his eyebrows at Jack, even as he wraps his lips around the straw to finish off the milkshake. He manages to keep eye contact with Jack for a few seconds.

"You're filthy," says Jack, taking his hand back and lifting his hips so he can pull his wallet out of his jeans. "Are we going straight home, or...?"

"Do you want to?" he asks as he sets up. He tosses his head to get his hair out of his face.

"That's not fair," says Jack, taking out enough money to pay their bill. "You know that I always want to be in bed with you."

"There's other places to have fun besides bed, Jack," he says, admonishing but there's a tease in his voice and in his eyes.