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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]

"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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison looks about as innocent as he can. He almost says something about being gay or something, but it's fine. The room has a little bench in it so Poison just sits down. There's mirrors all over, and the door and walls go all the way to the ceiling, all the way to the floor. It's quite private, actually.

"So it'd probably be weird for you to try on panties, but you can definitely do the bras."

[rockabillyboy]

"You're right. It'd probably be weird, but it's still a pity," says Jack, wrapping his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt and tugging it up over his head, leaving himself topless. "Bet you'd like to see me in the whole deal. Especially since it's kind of private in here."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Whatever, you can wear them for me later. Change into a pair after we buy them if you want."

He bites his lip a little as he watches Jack. "I mean, I totally would want to," he admits. He offers a bra over to Jack. "Do you uhm. Do you need help..?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Sounds good to me," says Jack. He turns his back on Poison, reaching back to twist up his hair the way he'd seen Jillie do sometimes. "You should definitely help."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes, but he's grinning and maybe feeling warm just from the way Jack puts his hair up. He grabs the first bra and helps Jack into it. And maybe peeks around him into the mirror to see what it looks like.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack looks at himself in the mirror for a long moment and then he turns back to Poison, head tilted, biting his lip.

"What do you think, baby?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You look really good, honey. I mean it." He kisses Jack's shoulder, then his lips. "Really good."

Hey he's trying not to objectify too much, okay? He lets his fingers drift down over Jack's waist, and can't help but notice the awesome hour-glass look he has going on right now.

[rockabillyboy]

"Going to be able to control yourself, baby?" asks Jack, eyebrow arching slightly as he picks up another one of the bras that Poison picked out. "Want to see me in this one next?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes. "I have infinite self control, thanks," he huffs, pouting a little. "Whatever you want, honey. This is all about you feeling good. I just get the benefit of getting to see you in cute bras."

[rockabillyboy]

"Liar." Jack slips out of the bra he's wearing and starts to put on another one. "Ooh. This one is totally sexier, right?"