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[rockabillyboy]

Once they're in the apartment, Jack drops his bag. He finds himself skittish, suddenly, which is ridiculous, but they've admitted to a lot, this morning, and it's taking a whole to settle. He turns to face Poison, starting to tug his shirt over his head.

"I need to shower."

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[rockabillyboy]

"I've got no intention of letting you out of bed for a couple of hours," he says, slipping his arm around Poison's waist. "I don't want to get cold." He laughs a little. "Thought I was the delinquent."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Right, right. You're the juvenile delinquent, I'm the revolutionary martyr." He kisses Jack's shoulder. "Not letting me outta bed, huh?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Not if I can help it," says Jack, combing his fingers into Poison's red, red hair. "Surely I get to be, like, a little bit possessive today."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Possessive, huh? Maybe. Just today." He grins and kisses the tip of Jack's nose.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack leans in, taking a slow, gentle kiss before he lets his head rest against the pillow.

"I wasn't even sure if you'd notice it," he confesses. "I hoped."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I made the mailbox. Of course I'd notice something new there. Especially if you put it on gold marker." He brushes his fingers through Jack's hair.

[rockabillyboy]

"The gold was kind of incidental," says Jack, flashing a smile that's almost shy. "I just always use gold."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah, well. Gave you away. Or well, tied you to all the other stuff. The word is what gave you away." He kisses Jack's forehead.

[rockabillyboy]

"I figured it would," he says, smiling a little at all the little kisses. "Gave you the distance to freak out about it if you needed to. I honestly had no idea how you were going to react to it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I've been freaking out for a month, honey. Just wanted to find you and tell you. You deserved that." He nudges their foreheads together.

[rockabillyboy]

"You don't know how many times I nearly slipped and told you," says Jack, settling down with his head on the pillow, turned to face Poison so that they can carry on talking.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You could've told me," he murmurs. "Maybe I wouldn't've known what to do or say. But you could've told me, Jack. I'm all about honesty and feelings."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, I know you are," he says, combing his fingers through Poison's hair, gently. "It just...felt too big, you know? Too quick, maybe?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"It is big," he admits. "And it is quick. But I'm not regretting it." Poison settles down more, resting his head on the pillow near Jack's.

[rockabillyboy]

"No?" asks Jack, brown eyes searching Poison's face for a moment. "Sure?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I don't know how to go slow. Just don't let go," he murmurs, giving Jack a tender kiss.

[rockabillyboy]

Fumbling for one of Poison's hands, Jack threads their fingers together and squeezes his hand. He leans into the kiss, making a soft sound.

"Fuck," he murmurs. "Guess we're doing this now."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"We've been doing it for a while, baby." He bushes his thumb across Jack's. "We're just on the same page now."

[rockabillyboy]

"Feels different now, though," says Jack, he frowns. "Somehow."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He nods, acknowledging the little shift in their relationship. Things clicking into place. He kisses Jack again. "All wrapped up in you, baby. I'm here."

[rockabillyboy]

"Say it again?" says Jack, his free arm curled around Poison's waist, holding him close. "I don't think I'm going to get used to hearing it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I love you," he murmurs, easing closer when Jack's arm slides around him. He kisses Jack's nose.

[rockabillyboy]

"I keep having to fight asking you if you're sure," says Jack, laughing a little at himself. "I...I don't think that reflects on you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I keep asking you if you're sure," he points out. He presses against Jack as much as he can and strokes Jack's hair back. "I'm with you, baby. And I might not say those three words as often as I should. But if you need to hear it, I will."

[rockabillyboy]

That does settle something in Jack's chest, some skittish, trembling thing. He presses back against Poison, leaning into the touch in his hair. "I don't want to, like, drag it out of you just because I'm feeling insecure."