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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]

"Oh man," he whines a little. "Your ass in jeans." Jack's ass looks great in his regular jeans, but Poison is totally gonna talk him into at least one pair of skinny jeans while he's a girl.

He pulls Jack into a store he knows he shops at anyway, and just heads for the women's section instead of the direction Jack would normally veer in.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack can't help a flicker of amusement when he sees how enthusiastic Poison is. He stands, picking through a rail, picking up a red dress and holding it against himself.

"What do you think? It's a bit longer than something you'd wear."
He smirks.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I--- yeah but. It'd look good on you. And you'd match my hair," he quips, trying to play it off. Trying to act like he wouldn't love to see Jack wearing it. He realizes they're going to have to figure out what size Jack is.

[rockabillyboy]

"Definitely would," says Jack, picking up a pair of leather look leggings. "Think my ass would look good in these?"

He's teasing a bit. And he knows it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison actually blushes. "It really would," he answers. Then he rolls his eyes and pushes a few pairs of skinny jeans into Jack's arms. "Try these on, they're all different sizes so tell me which one works best for you and I'll find more."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack goes into the changing room and tries things on. When he eventually emerges, he holds out things for Poison to take.

"These fit best," he says. "And the dress is a little big."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison takes whatever doesn't fit and puts it back; he comes back with more stuff he thinks will fit, including a smaller red dress. And maybe he tries to peek to see what kind of underwear Jack has on.

"There's some uhm, shirts and stuff too," he says as he hands the clothes over: another pair of jeans, the dress, t-shirts that Jack might feel comfortable in.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to come in here while I'm trying stuff on?" Asks Jsck, disappearing back into the changing cubicle.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah I really do," he says, ducking right in before closing the door again. He finds a place out of the way to sit, holding clothes if he needs to.

[rockabillyboy]

The underwear that Jack picked out is the flimsiest, leaving nothing to the imagination as he starts to sort through the clothes that Poison bought in with him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries not to stare and he tries to will his cock not to get hard, but Jack looks... really fucking amazing. He always does, but it's-- it's a different body and Poison isn't exactly used to seeing it, and it keeps catching him off guard. He takes a deep breath and lets it go in a slow, shivering sigh.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack tries on a pair of jeans and a button down plaid shirt, first. He combs his fingers through his long hair.

"What do you think?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I really like it," Poison answers. "It's like the femme version of what you'd usually wear." And he means that in a really good way. He looks Jack, just... super, super femme.

[rockabillyboy]

Grinning, Jack starts to unbutton the shirt, revealing the bra, pushed up tits.

"Pick out what I'm trying on next?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"This one," he says, not hesitating a second as he holds out the red dress. And maybe he's staring at Jack's tits, because they look really fucking good in that bra.

[rockabillyboy]

Slipping the dress over his head, Jack settles the flimsy fabric over tits and hips. It's short, skimming his thighs. He combs his hair over one shoulder and then does a slow turn.

"Well?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison wets his lips. "It looks... really, really great." He reaches for Jack, gently catching him by the hips when he's close enough. He leans to nuzzle against his stomach.

[rockabillyboy]

He pushes his fingers into Poison's hair, cradling the back of his skull, holding him close for a moment.

"I'm glad you like it."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"A lot," he murmurs. And he maybe slips his fingers beneath the hem of the skirt, touching the backs of Jack's thighs. "How're you feeling in it? In all the new stuff?" he makes himself look up, still very much concerned for Jack's well-being in all this. No matter how distracting he is.

[rockabillyboy]

The brush of Poison's fingers against the back of his thighs makes Jack's eyelashes flutter. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"I feel really sexy in this," he says.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You look really sexy," he murmurs, tipping his head down again to nuzzle between Jack's legs. He doesn't try to move the dress out of the way... yet. His hands slide more firmly over Jack's legs, up over his ass and down again.

[rockabillyboy]

Unfamiliar anatomy reacts, pulsing at the press of Poisons face between his legs, the touch of his hands.

"You're going to make me soak through my new panties."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison bites his bottom lip and peers up again. "Is that bad?" As his asks, his fingers tease between Jack's legs from behind, just lightly brushing over his barely covered cunt.

[rockabillyboy]

"Suppose I've got others," says Jack, squirming his hips at Poison's light touch. "Or if I make too much of a mess you could just make me take them off altogether."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison makes a little noise at the thought and his arms tighten for a second around Jack. His fingers stay right where they are, drifting up and down along Jack's slit, teasing through the fabric. "Just say the word and I'll stop baby."