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[rockabillyboy]

He's pretty much buried in homework. He's struggled to find his rhythm since he moved in with Poison and Dee. He's got a desk set up in their bedroom and he alternates between that one and the one out in the lounge, depending on how much he wants to focus.

Right now, focusing is difficult because Poison is having some kind of fit localised on his closet and a tonne of shopping bags.

"What're we doing again?" asks Jack, his voice just barely edged with frustration.

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[afabulouskilljoy]

"Trying to get your attention so you'll help me, asshat," Poison huffs. He gets it, Jack has homework, but it's not like he hasn't done any work this week. In fact, he's done quite a bit - in their bedroom, even. He's still not sure how he feels about there being a desk in here, mostly because he believes in a firm separation between work space and relaxing space. The living room and kitchen are already muddled areas: everyone that lives here does work in those areas.

But the bedroom? The bedroom is so not for working.

Poison did his make up earlier (Jack hasn't noticed) and has been trying on different outfits and asking for opinions to no avail. At the moment he's in a black dress, kind of flapper style. He thinks the boyish figure admired in the 20s might help him avoid cinching his waist too often.

He rolls his eyes and checks the mirror. He looks fucking hot, okay? He's even got some sweet lingerie on under there. So he leaves the mirror and stalks over to the desk. Which he promptly drapes himself over, making like a cat as he physically blocks Jack's work.

"Hello?"

[rockabillyboy]

It's like coming out a trance. He blinks down at Poison and gives him a crooked smile. Poison's makeup is kind of amazing, actually. He looks beautiful, and Jack finds his eyes drawn to the smooth skin revealled by the low neck of his dress.

He flushes, faintly.

"Hi."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"There you are," he says, grinning. "I was starting to think I didn't exist anymore. Kept asking for help and you were off in graphics land or wherever it is you go when you do your homework."

Poison loves the way that Jack is looking at him.

[rockabillyboy]

"Sorry, baby, I was in the Zone," says Jack, and then he sticks his pen behind his ear so that can run the tip of one finger along the neckline of Poison's dress. "This is pretty."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins and stretches a little as Jack touches him, the dress. "Thinking about wearing it for a job interview," he says. "I was trying to get your opinion," he pouts.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm sorry, baby," says Jack, and he really, genuinely is. He traces the sparkles on Poison's dress.

"What kind of job interview?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"At a drag club," he answers with a cat-like grin. "I went there once for like, an open-mic night. It was pretty awesome. And now they're hiring, and I'm thinking about it."

[rockabillyboy]

"Doing a proper drag act?" asks Jack, and he can't quite hide how interested he is in that whole idea.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison's grin gets downright Cheshire, big and pleased. "Yeah, like a proper drag act. I've never really done that before. I mean, not in a big way, y'know? But obviously I like playing dress up."

Drag is more intense than his usual cross-dressing, but he's sure he can learn.

[rockabillyboy]

"I think you'd look beautiful," says Jack, utterly truthful, because he always thinks Poison looks beautiful. It doesn't seem to matter what he's wearing.

[afabulouskilljoy]

He rolls his eyes, but he can't stop smiling, because Jack is looking at him and that's really all he wants, ever. Always. "You always say that," he says, trying to affect a pout. "How do I know you really mean it?"

[rockabillyboy]

"What?" asks Jack, grinning down at him, tracing his fingers down the flat of Poison's belly. "I don't show you often enough?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah but this is new," he insists. "I mean, I'm not even sure this counts as drag if my make up isn't that exaggerated and I'm not stuffing or tucking at the moment."

[rockabillyboy]

"I thought drag was, you know, just female impersonation," says Jack, eyebrow raised, his fingers skimming Poison's thigh. "I knew plenty of drag queens back in San Francisco who didn't look like they stuffed or tucked."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I dunno if I'd call what I do impersonating, though. I don't know if I'd be good at it." Poison tries not to move wen Jack's fingers brush across his thigh. "I just like wearing skirts and panties."

[rockabillyboy]

"You shave too," points out Jack, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the smooth skin of Poison's inner thigh above Poison's stocking.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Or all my body hair was irradiated off," he sighs, but his mouth curves into another smile. Poison bites his lip, wondering if Jack will notice the strap of the garter that's attached to his stockings.

[rockabillyboy]

"I've seen you in the shower," points out Jack, grinning. "And I know that not all of your body hair is gone." He traces at elastic garter with his fingertip. "For a fact."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He laughs, startled, but it's true. Poison maybe edges closer, quite enjoying Jack's slow, exploring touch. "Okay, so there's that. Touche."

[rockabillyboy]

"So you shave," says Jack, smirking. "Your legs, at least. And you wear really, really beautiful underwear. What else do you need to do?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"More make up," he says, making a face. Poison figures he should learn contouring and stuff. "Maybe practice tucking depending on what I plan to wear. It might not mater in stuff like this, but if I wanna get skimpy..."

[rockabillyboy]

"Hmmm," says Jack, his fingers curling to cup Poison's cock through the silky fabric of his dress. "But I love your dick."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries not to squirm, watching Jack's face as his hand moves over his cock. Fuck. "I noticed. I mean, it wouldn't be gone. Obviously. Unless Darrow pulls that same trick on me that it did on you."

[rockabillyboy]

"I think I could live with that too," says Jack, thinking about going down on Krem the other day. "Especially if I knew you were coming back."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He just grins like a fiend. "You'd get way more practice," he quips. Then he sits up, moving so that his legs are on either side of Jack as he scoots to the edge of the desk.