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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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[afabulouskilljoy]

"Gonna," he assures. Poison grabs it, then gets his plate and balances it on top of his mug as he makes his way into the kitchen. He sets his plate down and promptly - maybe obnoxiously - pushes his way into Jack's lap like it's the only seat available.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shifts a little to accommodate a lap full of boyfriend. He curls one arm around Poison's waist and then starts to eat his eggs one handed.

"What do you want to do after breakfast?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Pretty sure you told me you weren't letting me leave the bed," he points out. "Already not doing so great on that one, friend."

[rockabillyboy]

"You're old. Thought we'd better get some protein, sugar and caffeine in you so you don't pass out when you come," says Jack, dropping a kiss onto Poison's shoulder. He puts down his fork and reaches for his coffee, since he's really only got one hand he can do things with. "Eat your waffles."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes and elbows Jack - gently - in the chest. "Watch it or this old man is gonna sit you in a corner and make you think about what you did."

He tugs his plate closer so he can start on his eggs. He puts both on one of the waffles and breaks the yolk, then happily eats the waffle and egg together. He's saving the syrup for the next one.

[rockabillyboy]

"I have perfectly good chairs, you know," says Jack, his arm wrapped tight around Poison's waist to indicate that he's not actually asking Poison to go anywhere.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Are you complaining about my ass being in your lap? Fussy. I might take my toys and go home if you're not nice to me," he says with a pout.

[rockabillyboy]

Holding Poison in his lap with that arm around his waist, Jack shifts in his hips in his chair in a way that could definitely be considered lewd.

"Not complaining," he says, mildly, setting his coffee down. "Not at all."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison makes a little noise when Jack's hips move like that and arousal stirs in his belly. Alright then. He grinds his hips back towards Jack's without giving up on eating his breakfast.

"Just checking."

[rockabillyboy]

It's not the first time that they've eaten breakfast together, but this feels comfortable in a domestic in a way that it isn't, always. Jack leans forward slightly, his arm still around Poison's waist, as he eats his eggs one handed. Once they're done, he drizzles syrup over his waffles.

"Cut those up for me?" he asks. "You've got both hands."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You could have both hands," he points out. Poison grins though and cuts up Jack's waffles, then goes after his own. And maybe he wiggles in Jack's lap again.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm comfortable where I am, thank you," says Jack, primly, ignoring the way that Poison squirms in his lap as he starts eating his waffles.

It's easier said than done.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison just grins and focuses on eating. It doesn't take him long - he probably eats too fast, but it hasn't hurt him yet. When he's done, he relaxes back against Jack's chest, probably not making it any easier to eat.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack keeps his arm around Poison's waist as he finishes his breakfast. Once he's done, he pushes the plate away and reaches for his coffee cup.

"Could definitely get used to this."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles and turns his head to kiss Jack's cheek. "Yeah? It's pretty nice," he admits. He'd missed this feeling and eh hadn't even realized it. He picks up his own mug, cradling it close.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to bring the rest of your coffee back to bed?" he asks, leaning in to press a kiss to Poison's throat, his lips warm from drinking coffee.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Mm, yeah. And a bottle of water." Because hydration is important. He grinds his hips back, moving them in a little circle before he gets up to go to the fridge.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's on his way to half-hard again and it's entirely Poison's fault. "Grab me one of those," he says, grinning. "I've got your coffee."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Holding it hostage?" Poison grins and walks backwards down the hall for a moment. Then he turns and gives a little shimmy on his way into the bedroom.

[rockabillyboy]

"Just making myself useful," says Jack and, yes, his eyes are on Poison's ass all the way into the bedroom. He's pretty sure no-one would blame him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Uh huh." He grins back at Jack. Poison sets the water bottles on the night stand and flops down onto the bed, sprawling. "Super useful."

[rockabillyboy]

"I like how you look in my bed," says Jack, setting down the coffees and then crawling in after him. "I'm not sure I've actually told you that before."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"No, you haven't." He lolls his head, watching Jack crawl closer. "I make it look better?" He shifts his hips lazily - it makes his pajama bottoms ride lower, exposing a sliver of skin.

[rockabillyboy]

"You make everything look better," says Jack, reaching out to trail his fingertips against that newly revealed skin.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Everything huh? Even my lavender pajamas with sheep on them?" He grins and moves again; this time his shirt slides a bit higher, bunching at his waist.