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Poison's content to move at Jack's speed, not pushing or rushing anything that Jack doesn't offer first. But at least he gets this, this casual contact that feels like normal. He smooths his hand over Jack's leg and looks over at him with a little grin. "Yeah, totally."

He pats Jack's leg before easing out from under him, then offers his hands to help him up.

Jack takes Poison's hands and hauls himself up to his feet. He nudges himself with his hip.

"Go on," he says, quietly. "I'll be up in a sec."

Poison leans to get a light kiss. "See you up there." He needs to get into his pajamas anyway and it seems like a better idea to do that before Jack gets upstairs, especially since Jack hasn't been sleeping naked. Poison doesn't mind, he's just noticed.

Jack pads around downstairs for a little while, sorting out a glass of water, ignoring the flutter of nerves in the pit of his stomach. The nerves are ridiculous; he's been with Poison for nearly a year. Just because things have been ridiculous recently doesn't mean that he has to be nervous.

But he is, by the time he steps into their bedroom.

Poison's in his pjs by the time Jack gets upstairs: sheep wearing nightcaps and holding tea cups. He's also in one of Jack's t-shirts, because it was in Poison's pajama drawer. He smiles when he sees him.

"Hey...you okay?" he asks when he realizes how nervous Jack looks.

"Yeah," he says, nodding, coming into the bedroom and softly closing the door behind him. He pushes his hair back out of his face. "I...was thinking..." He pads over to the bed and kneels down next to Poison, bending his head to graze a tentative kiss against the corner of Poison's mouth.

The kiss, soft as it is, sends a little shock slithering through him. Poison turns his head, lips just brushing Jack's cheek. "You were thinking...?" he prompts softly, not daring to get his hopes up even if his body is trying to get ahead of him.

"I was thinking," he says again, his hand sliding down Poison's side, fingers just slipping under the hem of Poison's t-shirt, touching his warm skin.

Poison gasps; he can't help it. It's been a while since he and Jack have touched skin to skin and he feels it right down in his core. "I like you thinking," he says with a little grin, lifting his gaze to meet Jack's.

"Slowly, remember," says Jack, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth and then down, onto his jaw. "We need to take it slowly."

"As slow as you want," he assures, lifting his hands up so he's not touching Jack. His smile lingers, though, as Jack's lips trace down his jaw. "I'm-- I'm here. Just tell me what you want, honey, when you want it."

"I want to suck your cock," says Jack, softly, his voice raw, as he kisses down Poison's throat, his chest over his t-shirt. "I want...to remind you what it feels like when it's me."

Poison shivers hard when he hears Jack's voice like that, hears what he says. He pushes his fingers into Jack's hair. "Okay," he manages, aching already at the thought. He's never forgotten, but he's not going to say that. "Always want you, Jack."

"Don't talk," says Jack, shaking his head a little, pushing up Poison's shirt as he moves lower so that he can press kisses against his bare skin. Right then, he doesn't want to hear explanations.

He manages a nod, shutting up right then as Jack's mouth presses to his stomach. Poison makes a soft sound, though, because he's missed this so fucking much and because he wants Jack, needs him. But he stays quiet, trying to cling to some thread of patience. This is about Jack, and what Jack needs. He can do that.

Slowly, almost carefully, Jack hooks his fingers over the waistband of Poison's pajamas and starts to tag them on over his hips. It occurs to him that he's not even sure if Poison's wearing underwear or not. It feels kind of weird not to know that.

Poison lifts his hips as Jack pulls his pajamas down. He's not wearing anything underneath, he hadn't thought to; they hadn't been in any state of undress around each other in a while. He'd been pretty sure there was no way his pajamas would be coming off for any reason tonight.

But now he can feel Jack's breath on his skin and he can't help the quiet whimper that escapes.

A soft, involuntary sound slips out of Jack's mouth at the sight of Poison's dick, flushed and lovely and hard. He curls his fingers around him, stroking slowly for a moment.

"Fuck," he gasps, hands tightening, curling around the blanket beneath him as Jack strokes him. Poison pushes himself up onto one elbow so he can see him, so he can watch him. He's trying not to talk and all the love and desire is there on his face, he hopes, for Jack to see.

A smile just tugs at Jack's mouth and he ducks his head, his eyelashes fluttering as he slides his mouth down over the first few inches of Poison's cock, bobbing his head slowly.

Poison gasps and he can't help the way his fingers tighten in Jack's hair, holding but not guiding as he sinks down, bobs his head. "Fuck, baby," he whispers, unable to keep the eager edge out of his voice.

Jack goes about sucking Poison off with purpose; he's got no intention of letting his boyfriend last long. He takes Poison's cock as deep as he can with each bob of his head, relaxing his throat until he can take him all the way and swallow around him.

Poison strains under Jack's mouth and he clings to him, trembling. "Holy shit-- fuck, Jack, I'm-- fuck." He can't last; he can't. He's missed this too much, he's missed Jack, missed the way they've always touched each other, easily and without hesitation.

He trembles beneath him, gasping sharply as comes.

He hadn't expected Poison to come that quickly, and he has to pull back a little bit so that he doesn't choke when Poison spills onto his tongue. He swallows smoothly, sucking until Poison's dick starts to go soft in his mouth and then he lifts his head, shifting so that he can rest his head on Poison's belly.

"Shit," he breathes as he sinks down, laying flat. "S-sorry, uhm. I've been--you-- yeah." Poison is blushing hotly and he pushes himself up again so he can at least see Jack's face. "I missed you," he murmurs, not sure if he's okay to talk again.