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[rockabillyboy]

Usually, Jack Vincent is an early riser. He gets up and he runs or he does yoga. He usually makes breakfast and brings Poison coffee in bed. They had a late night, though, so he's still sleeping when his alarm goes off. He reaches out, hitting snooze and turns over, burrowing his face into Poison's chest.

"Nope. Not yet," he murmurs.

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[afabulouskilljoy]

"It's okay not to be zen about this," he points out. "I mean, you know I could totally try provoking you if you think it'd help get the feelings out."

It wouldn't be the first time.

Poison looks Jack over, smiling when he realizes Jack still has his tattoos. He reaches to brush along the familiar colors and lines. "Different," he agrees. "But still you."

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, God," says Jack, sighing. "I need to pee." He takes a moment and then huffs out a breath, sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed. He stands up all in one go. He turns back to Poison and sort of...arranges his arms to give himself a modicum of modesty. It's a new impulse around Poison.

"I'm going to pee."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You said that," Poison says with a little smile. He stays on the bed, not making a move to follow. If Jack needs privacy, then he needs privacy.

And he definitely doesn't look below Jack's waist. For long.

[rockabillyboy]

Poison's doing his best, Jack can tell, and he appreciates that, even if he does blush darkly anyway. He goes to the bathroom, figures out how to pee. He was around Jillie enough that it occurs to him to wipe.

Jesus.

He comes back into the bedroom and, this time, he leaves his hands where they are at his side.

"Well?" he asks, tilting his head, hair spilling over one bare shoulder.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his eyebrows when Jack comes back. "Well what?" he asks, maintaining impressive eye contact for a moment.

Then he looks down, looks Jack over, because he has a feeling that's what Jack is asking about.

"You look really good, baby."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah?" asks Jack, turning in a slow circle. He's trying to get used to the way this body moves when he does. He pushes long hair back from his face and then he gets back into bed, slipping under the blankets and pressing close against Poison to banish a sudden chill.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wraps his arms around Jack, welcoming him close. "Hey," he murmurs. He nuzzles Jack's hair; he smells the same, and it's comforting. "Want me to braid your hair or something? To keep it out of the way, I mean." He blushes. He's not trying to treat Jack differently, he's just offering to help.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, maybe," says Jack, because that might actually feel nice. He tilts his head, looking for a kiss.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He leans in to meet Jack in a kiss, his hand sliding to cradle his face. "Love you," he murmurs. Poison gives Jack a smile and kisses him again, then coaxes him to sit up.

He uses his fingers to come Jack's hair, to separate it into three parts so he can braid it. He used to do little braids in Girl's hair, though Jet was way better at helping to care for it.

"It's gonna be fine. This is totally only temporary, just a weird... Darrow thing." He kisses Jack's shoulder.

[rockabillyboy]

It does feel nice as Poison braids his hair. Jack pulls his legs up, leaning his chin on his knees.

"I love you too," he says, glancing back over his shoulder. "Am I still your type? Do you have a type when it's girls?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison laughs. "It's been a long time since I was like, with a woman without her being part of a threesome or something," he admits. He shrugs. "I mean, I don't know. I don't know if I have a type."

He finishes the braid and finds a little rubber band Girl uses in her hair sometimes. He tends to keep some around and he uses it to tie the end of the braid. Then he wraps his arms around Jack and rests his chin on his shoulder.

[rockabillyboy]

"I suppose it doesn't matter," says Jack, leaning back against Poison's chest. "You love me anyway. It's fine." He grins. "Guess you get to be with a girl for a bit. Well. I look like a girl, anyway."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Hey, like I said. No matter what I have on my mind, I am totally not going to do anything you're not comfortable with, baby. Same rules as always. And I'm not gonna touch you or anything unless you're feeling it."

He gives Jack a gentle squeeze, just wanting to reassure him. Poison is sure that, no matter how chill he is about being in a different body, it's still an adjustment.

[rockabillyboy]

He's pathetically grateful for how gentle Poison is, right then. How careful. He draws in a deep breath and then he pulls away, but only so that he can turn in Poison's arms. Only so that he can slip into his lap.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison feels his face get warm when Jack turns and settles in his lap. He holds him close, trying to be supportive and comforting and whatever Jack needs right now. He kisses Jack's hair.

"Want me to make us coffee or something?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shakes his head, slipping his arms around Poison's neck, his braid slipping over one bare shoulder. He kisses the corner of Poison's mouth.

"Not right now."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wets his lips after the kiss. "Okay," he breathes. Because Jack is wrapping around him, and it's-- it's different. Because Jack's breasts are pressing against him, and Poison is trying so hard not to be completely distracted by the new body under his fingertips, a body that still belongs to someone he desperately loves.

[rockabillyboy]

"You can touch me," says Jack, achingly aware of how his nipples brush Poison's chest when he breathes, the thin cotton of Poison's t-shirt. "Please touch me, baby." He gives Poison a crooked smile. "I need an anchor."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"How far do you wanna go?" he asks, kind of dazed when he hears Jack saying that in a more feminine voice. He wets his lips and slides his hands down Jack's back to his hips, pulling him a little closer. Poison's heart is already beating faster.

[rockabillyboy]

"If the light goes red, I'll tell you," says Jack, shifting his hips closer when Poison pulls him closer. He's desperately aware of the effect that all of this is having on this new body, the brush of Poison's clothes against his bare skin.

He bites his lip. He squirms a little.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison nods. "Okay," he breathes. Then he reaches up, holding Jack's face tenderly to anchor him for one hell of a kiss. There's a weird thrill of newness despite that they've been at this for months now.

He breaks from the kiss only to kiss down Jack's neck, apparently intent on seeing if his skin tastes any different. "You look really good, baby." Just in case he hasn't made that part clear yet. His hands slide down, one moving over Jack's breast, feeling its weight, its shape against his palm.

[rockabillyboy]

He's breathless when the kiss breaks, tits heaving with the force of his breathing. He flushes, tipping his head back to give Poison as much room as he wants to kiss at his throat. He worries his lip with his teeth for a moment, his hair tumbling down his back.

"How do I feel?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"So different," he laughs a little, but he doesn't mean to. He kisses Jack again and he can't help the slight upward push of his hips. Poison lowers his had again and he kind of leans Jack back, still holding him, until he can catch his nipple between his teeth. First a gentle bite, then a soothing sweep of his tongue. Somehow it's different like this, feeling the softness of his tit behind it instead of just muscle.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack gasps at the touch of Poison's teeth, his hips jerking. He groans softly, arching his back, pushing his chest forward against Poison's mouth.

"That feels so good."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison lifts his head a little. "Yeah?" he murmurs, breath fanning across Jack's skin. He lowers his mouth again, more intent on seeing just what feels good in this different body. He sucks gently at first, then tries something more firm - something he'd do to Jack if his chest happened to still be flat. He adjusts his grip so one hand can tease Jack's other tit, giving a firm knead.