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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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[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.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack grins and then he slides his hands up Poison's thighs, rucking his skirt up over his stockings.

"Bet I would," he says, grinning. "Bet you'd keep me so busy."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison moves closer and pulls Jack into another kiss, kind of loving the way Jack's hands are moving, the weirdly scandalous feeling of his dress sliding higher. "So, so busy, baby. Only let you come up for air." He grins and kisses Jack again, deeper this time.

[rockabillyboy]

"You make me sound like some kind of sex-slave," says Jack, teasing, kissing along Poison's jaw as he palms the flats of Poison's thighs. "Like I'm only here to cater to your pleasure."

He knows it's more than that. It's everything.