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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]

"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.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh, you mean you aren't?" He grins, tipping his head to give Jack more access to his neck. "And how would you cater to me right now, baby? Because we both know I'm way more important than whatever you've been ignoring me for."

[rockabillyboy]

"Baby, you know I love being a slave for you," says Jack, smirking as he pushes Poison's dress up around his waist so that he can lean in and press his lips against the front of Poison's lacy black panties. He always loves the black ones best.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I know. You look so fucking good on your knees, honey. Or on your ass." He grins as Jack's lips brush his cock through the panties. Poison pushes his fingers into Jack's hair, just watching him. The touch of his lips, his breath makes him shiver.

"Think you could handle me getting this pretty and going out to work?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack thinks about that for a moment, his lips idly wandering against Poison's panties, tracing the hard line of his cock.

"Can I come watch?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, I couldn't stop you," he quips as he gently scratches across Jack's scalp. "Of course you can, baby. You know much I like an audience. Especially if I know you're out there getting all hot and bothered."

[rockabillyboy]

"Can't imagine not being hot and bothered with you looking this beautiful," says Jack, keeping up that light, teasing touch of his mouth.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Gonna be able to behave yourself and stay in your seat?" Poison shifts his hips, trying to press up more against Jack's mouth - the teasing little kisses are killing him. His fingers tighten in Jack's hair, pulling gently as he rocks his hips up.

[rockabillyboy]

"You know I'm good at following rules, baby," says Jack, flashing a grin, enjoying the pull of Poison's fingers in his hair, the lift of his hips. But not as much as he's enjoying teasing him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I can't decide what I want you to do," he confesses, a grin curving his mouth. "'Cause your mouth is so fucking pretty, but you know how much I love your cock, and I wanna put this desk to some good use."