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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]

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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

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."

[rockabillyboy]

"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."

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

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.

[rockabillyboy]

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?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

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

[rockabillyboy]

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

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"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.

[rockabillyboy]

"I was thinking..." The trailers have started and this one is loud and frenetic, full of flashy energy, "Of making you take your panties off so I can gag you with them so you don't disturb anyone's movie-going experience. I was thinking that if you kept your head down, your hair'd hide it."

He's joking. Mostly.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison chokes back a moan and tries to ignore the throb of heat that sinks through him, right to his cock. "Jack," he breathes. "You're killing me."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack can't help but look very pleased with him at that. He grins. "Oh, you like that idea?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"It's a good idea," he mutters, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

[rockabillyboy]

"So take your panties off."

Jack's pulse races a little. His eyes dart towards the couple of people sitting in the cinema, ten rows in front of them, completely absorbed in the previews.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his hips to slide the panties off. It's a little awkward getting them all the way off, but before too long he passes them to Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack bites his lip as Poison hands him his underwear, warm from his skin. He traces a damp spot with the pad of his thumb. The movie's started and he hasn't even noticed.

"So slutty, boo," he murmurs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You like it," he coos, keeping his voice soft. He wets his lips. Poison's completely lost interest in whatever's happening on the screen.

[rockabillyboy]

"I love it," says Jack, nudging Poison's knees wider apart with his hand, spreading his knees, intensely aware of the way his skirt rides up against his thighs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison slides his thighs apart; he's also aware of how his skirt rides up and he tries not to squirm. "The best," he purrs.

[rockabillyboy]

"I am the best," says Jack, grinning, looking at how easily Poison spreads his knees. The outline of his cock is clear through clinging quiet. "Think you can quiet or do you need your panties in your mouth?"

All of this delivered in a heated whisper, pressed right into Poison's ear.