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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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[rockabillyboy]

Jack really does his best not to feel self-conscious. Nobody's got any reason to look at him, he realises. No-one knows that anything's out of the ordinary and, if they look at him, it's because he's a pretty girl who's tall and...totally isn't wearing a bra.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Nobody has any reason, other than the fact that Jack is still fucking gorgeous. He squeezes Jack's hand, trying to help that self-conscious feeling, and leans up to kiss him once they're on the sidewalk.

"Wanna just hit the mall and see what we find?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Sounds good to me," says Jack, threading his fingers with Poison's and squeezing. He grins, glancing across at his boyfriend. "Think I might finally be prettier than you, man."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, you're pretty fuckin' good lookin' baby." Poison grins and bumps against Jack. "Gorgeous, amazing, super hot. And... yeah. You're super pretty." He leans up to kiss Jack's cheek. Then squeezes his ass.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack squirms away from the touch a little, rolling his eyes, swatting at Poison with one hand.

"Hands to yourself," he says. "You're just going to make me feel all..." He pauses, looking for the right word. "Objectified."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I happen to know, for a fact, that you get off on a certain level of objectification." Poison grins and pulls Jack close again. "And that you love me."

[rockabillyboy]

"Well, yeah, I really do," says Jack, grinning at him. "But only when it's you." He leans in to take a quick kiss. "I love you too."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles and hugs Jack around his waist, just to keep him near. He's practically bouncing by the time they get to the mall.

"Where do you wanna shop first? Undies or start on the outside and work our way down?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack thinks about it for a moment.

"Undies first."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins and pulls Jack toward the place that he and Sunny shop at all the time. What? He knows it's good quality stuff and he already knows that Jack likes some of the styles. Well... he likes seeing them on Poison, but whatever.

"Is it wrong that I'm excited? Are you gonna let me watch you try stuff on or do I have to wait?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Do you think that's allowed?" He asks, eyebrow raised. "Men in the ladies' changing room?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison shrugs. "I mean, this place has pretty private dressing rooms, and if you bring me back there...? I dunno? We could try it and if I get kicked out I'll just pout and wait for you out front."

[rockabillyboy]

"Let's pick some things out, first," says Jack, flipping his hair back over one shoulder. He glances at Poison, biting his lip over a smirk. "What kind of thing do you think'll suit me?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites his lip. "I dunno... I mean, I think you'd look really hot in some of the stuff I wear," he points out. "What're your favorites from my drawer?"

[rockabillyboy]

"I like the lacy ones," he says, which he knows is something that Poison already knows. "The slightly higher cut ones." His hand ghosts over the curve of one tit. "I think these would look pretty great pushed up."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Ugh, they'd look amazing," he sighs. He pulls Jack into the store, right to the display he usually searches through for what he likes. He holds Jack's hand, trying hard not to imagine what these are going to look like on him. He almost whimpers when he notices there are matching bras.

[rockabillyboy]

"You pick," says Jack, looking up at Poison, then down at the array in front of him. "I mean it. I want you to."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison eyes him for a moment, then starts his hunt. He finds things that Jack says he wants: high cut, lacy. He finds colors and patterns that he thinks will look really good on him, and he tries to focus on this rather than imagining each pair on him.

"Shoot we gotta get you measured for a bra. I can't guess at that."

[rockabillyboy]

"Okay," says Jack, smirking a little as he watches Poison gathering up panties. "So...what do we do about that?" He feels woefully underprepared for this whole process.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Okay so... you're gonna go over to that nice lady there with the measuring tape and tell her you know to know what size you are. SHe'll measure you and tell you and then we can pick stuff out. Go go." He lightly swats Jack's ass, grinning

[rockabillyboy]

Rolling his eyes a little, Jack does as he's told. The woman bustles him around, measures, clucks a lot. He learns his cupsize and goes back.

"She says I'm 36DD," he says. "I have no freaking idea what that means."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Of course you are." Poison tries not to grin like a fiend. "Means you're stacked, baby. C'mon let's pick out bras you might like and you can try 'em on." He pulls Jack over to another display.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack studies the display in front of him.

"This one's pretty," he says, tracing the edge of a black one edged with lace.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins and picks out once in Jack's size. He finds others that match some of the panties he's found. When he's got like... an armful of underwear, he herds Jack towards the dressing rooms. "C'mon we gotta sneak me in."

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, Jesus. Okay. C'mon." They get to the attendant, and Jack smiles winningly. "I get a lot of anxiety, so...he's going to come in with me, okay?"

She's a kid, about his age, so she shoots them a dubious look, but she doesn't actually argue, either.