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"Looks like?" He laughs a little. "Man... I don't know." He blushes and he's glad the theater is pretty dark, even though the movie hasn't started yet.

"I just want to know what's in your head, boo," says Jack, grazing his fingers along Poison's jaw.

He laughs lightly, almost shyly. "You already know," he says. "I told you this morning."

"I want to hear it again," says Jack, shrugging. "Never going to get tired of it."

"Love you," he murmurs, reaching to touch Jack's cheek. He kisses him again this time, light but not chaste.

"I'm never going to get bored of that," he says, turning his head to kiss the heel of Poison's hand. "Never."

Poison rolls his eyes, but he's still smiling that soft smile. He bumps their foreheads together. "And I'm never gonna get bored of teasing you. Hope you can live with that."

"Think I can live with anything you throw at me, baby," he says, not pulling away. "Just not going to let go."

"Even these red panties?" he teases. He tries the arm rest between them and realizes it moves. He moves the soda sitting in it and promptly pushes it up. Hell yes.

The arm being out of the way makes it much easier to curl his arm around Poison's shoulders, pull him into the cradle of his body. He drops a kiss into his head.

"I am very interested in those red panties."

"Yeah? I was getting worried that you'd forgotten all about them," he quips, trying not to grin too much as he rests against Jack's side.

Jack hadn't forgotten, but Poison mentioning his underwear just reminds Jack that he's sitting there wearing a skirt. He shifts, one arm still wrapped around Poison's shoulders, the other coming to rest on his thigh.

"How..." He murmurs, his mouth close to Poison's ear as the lights dip lower and ads start to play on the big screen. "Am I supposed to forget about red lace panties?"

Poison can't help the grin creeping over his face as Jack gets closer, a hand on his thigh. He shivers at the voice in his ear, the warmth of Jack's breath on his neck. He wets his lips. "Oh, I dunno. You're a pretty disciplined guy."

"You are severely detrimental to my zen, man," says Jack, his fingers tracing against Poison's smooth inner thigh, his chin resting on his shoulder. "But, yeah, I do okay."

He turns his head to brush a kiss to Jack's lips. "I'll say you do," he murmurs, his smile reappearing. He shifts his hips, maybe coaxing Jack's hand higher.

That shift of Poison's hips just isn't fair. Jack smiles against his mouth. The cinema is dark, just the flickering lights of the ads on the screen, and he reckons they've probably got the guts of half an hour before there's actually a movie to watch. His hand slides a little higher, fingers brushing under the hem of Poison's skirt.

Poison's breath catches and he tries not to sink more, as tempting as it is to make Jack's hand move faster. Another kiss, light but lingering, as he drops the hand closest to Jack. It slides up Jack's thigh, maybe more bold.

Jack turns his head, looking at the screen as his hand slides up under Poison's skirt, tips of his fingers brushing against silky fabric.

He wets his lips, kind of loving the way that Jack is staring ahead as fingers brush against him. He kisses Jack's shoulder as his own hand moves higher, palm sliding over the front of Jack's jeans.

Jack bites his lip, rocking his hips slowly, pressing into Poison's palm. He turns his head again.

"Out of interest," he whispers. "How high are those panties cut over your ass?"

"Pretty high," he admits, a grin audible in his voice. He puts more pressure on Jack, giving him something more to rub against.

"Wish you could show me," he says, breath catching as he grinds forward against Poison's palm.

"Look down," he quips. Poison wiggles a bit and his free hand hikes the skirt up higher. He twists just a bit, so Jack can see, maybe, the darker line of the panties against his pale skin.

Jack grins, his fingers tracing the line of lace against Poison's ass.

"Christ," he breathes. "You make me want to do filthy things to you." It's not a new confession.

"I like it when you do filthy things." Poison grins. "What're you thinking?" He keeps his voice low and turns his head, nudging his nose against Jack's jaw.