rockabillyboy | (no subject)

"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.

Jack raises his eyebrows, trying for his best impression of complete innocence.

"Oh?" he says. "What would you suggest?"

"I mean... there's bathrooms. Alleyways. Cars that've been left unlocked." A grin curves his lips as he lists his suggestions.

"I am pretty sure you gave me that exact same list the first night we went out," says Jack, grinning a little as he nudges Poison out of the booth. "How about a movie? You want to see a movie?"

Poison rolls his eyes as he slides out of the booth. Maybe, just maybe, he flips his skirt up a little while his back is to Jack, flashing the red panties he's wearing.

Then he grins. "Yeah, I could see a movie." He reaches for Jack's hand.

Jack makes a small, helpless sound when Poison flashes red lace.

"Are you kidding me?" He slips his hand into Poison's.

"What?" Poison's eyes gets wide and he gives Jack the most innocent look he can muster.

"You know what you did," says Jack, rolling his eyes and starting to tug Poison towards the door.

Poison rolls his eyes. "Not sure I do. We're just going to see a movie," he insists. He squeezes Jack's hand as they hit the sidewalk.

"I don't know what's on," says Jack, walking in the direction that he knows will lead them to the cinema. "But I'm not going to be able to pay that much attention to the movie, anyway."

He grins and bumps his hip against Jack's. "I will behave myself if that's what you want, baby."

"After seeing the colour of those panties, I'm not sure it is," says Jack, smirking as they walk down the sidewalk. "Are they lacy too?"

"Maybe I should not tell you just to see how bad you wanna know," he quips, looking pleased with himself. "They might be, though."

"Oh, God." Jack makes a slightly strangled sound, his head falling back for a moment. "You're a tease. You know that?"

Poison cackles. "Whatever, you asked a question and I answered," he insists, but he can't help the Cheshire grin on his face. "You like it."

"I like pretty much everything about you," says Jack, with an easy roll of one shoulder. "No point in pretending that I don't, right?"

"And if I stopped teasing you, you'd think something was wrong." He squeezes Jack's hand and stops when they find the cinema. He tips his head to look at the titles being advertised on the marquee. "What're we gonna see?"

"Yeah, I'd wonder where the hell you'd gone." He shifts so that he can wrap both arms around Poison from behind, looking up at the marquee. "I don't care." He drops a kiss into Poison's hair. "You choose."

Poison leans back into Jack as he looks. He really is a fan of their height difference, just like he was with Ghoul. It's just opposite now. "That one?" He points at a promising-looking title. But maybe one he wouldn't mind missing parts of if they get... distracted.

Jack makes thoughtful noises for a moment and then nods.

"Yeah, that one looks good," he says, pressing another kiss into Poison's hair. "You get tickets, I'll get concessions?" The way Poison goes through treats, that'll come out the more expensive part anyway.

"I know myself," Poison insists. "You get tickets. You bought lunch anyway." He swats Jack towards the place he needs to buy them, then goes inside to start picking out snacks.