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Date night means an empty - or at least quiet - house. It's not a rule or anything, but sharing all this space with other people makes privacy a precious commodity. Especially now that Paul is also hanging around. He seems like a nice guy, Poison's glad Jillie has someone to hang out with.

He just wants time with Jack.

He also doesn't want anyone to witness a potential culinary disaster, so. Yeah.

Poison's in the kitchen, jeans and a t-shirt, and he's got a recipe on his phone that he's following. Maybe he's cheating a little with pre-made pasta, but he doesn't think he could make a tortellini to save his life and he wants dinner to be edible. He's avoiding meat for Jack's sake, but at least he can use real cheese. He's pretty sure his ancestors would fucking haunt him somehow if he had to cook an Italian meal without cheese.

For an aching, hollow moment he thinks of Ghoul. He could do this with a blindfold.

He pushes through it and checks on the cooking pasta and the sauce. He at least made that from scratch. Tortellini primavera sounded pretty good when he'd looked it up.

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"Wherever you go, just promise me you're coming back," says Jack, gently, brushing Poison's hair back from his face. "Just keep pulling towards the light, okay?"

"Always, honey." He pulls Jack into a kiss, pressing close. "You are way too over dressed for the rest of date night," he murmurs against Jack's mouth as a grin creeps across his face.

"Mmhmm," says Jack, grinning, turning his head and pressing a kiss against Poison's mouth. "We've got the house to ourselves. Why don't we do something about that?"

Poison's grin gets brighter, if that's possible, and his hands slid over Jack's sides, fingers pushing beneath his shirt to feel his skin. "Think the girls'd get mad at us if we fucked on communal furniture?"

"I mean, probably?" says Jack, leaning into the touch under his shirt, arching up to take a kiss. "But I'm not going to tell them. Are you?"

"That's rude, Jack Vincent." Poison grins and slides right into Jack's lap, straddling him where he sits as he leans in for another kiss. His hands push higher. "But I'm not a snitch."

"You almost full-named me then," says Jack, grinning broadly as his hands slip around Poison's waist to settle him more securely in his lap before he lifts his arms so that Poison can peel off his shirt.

"Do I know your middle name?" He narrows his eyes a little after tossing Jack's shirt aside. His hands smooth over Jack's tattooed arms and he leans to kiss him again, humming against his mouth.

"You do not," says Jack, grinning. "But it's Gabriel. Like the angel. Dad had to hark back to his Catholic roots somehow."

Poison grins. "Gabriel, huh? Been hearing that name a lot lately," he teases as he leans in for another kiss. "Probably better than a fictional king." He kisses Jack again. "Jackson Gabriel Vincent. Holy shit."

He giggles and kisses Jack again, lingering this time as he presses close. "Maybe we move this to our room after all," he murmurs against Jack's mouth. "Unless you've done here what we did in my apartment and hid lube in every room."

"There's actually some in my backpack," says Jack, grinning. "I went to the store earlier and hadn't gotten around to moving it. Call it serendipity."

Poison cackles and wiggles on Jack's lap. "Probably more comfortable places than this chair to ride your dick, though," he points out as he teases a few kisses down Jack's neck, tongue sneaking out to taste his skin.

"Where do you want to go, baby?" says Jack, grinning, his hands sliding down to squeeze Poison's ass again, harder this time. "Yyou know me. I'll be led by you."

"I know you will," he purrs, rocking his hips towards Jack after that squeeze. "You're really good at following directions, baby." He pulls him into another kiss.

"Couch?" he suggests, a grin curving his lips. "Or the floor."

"Floor," decides Jack, after a few moments thought. "It's been a while since we fucked on the floor. We could both do with some carpet burns."

"This is why you're my favorite," he breathes as he pushes into another kiss. "So get me on the floor, baby. And get that lube."

Poison grins like a fiend. He's not going to be at all useful, and he's not leaving Jack's lap.

It takes a moment of a concerted effort, but Jack manages to stand up, still holding Poison.

"Grab my backpack," he says, grinning, nodding to the back of the chair and squeezing Poison's ass. "I'm going to drop you if I'm not careful."

"You underestimate my determination to not fall," Poison insists. His legs are tight around Jack as he leans to get the backpack; his other arm braces around Jack's shoulder as he hefts the bag over his.

"Got it," he quips, nudging his nose against Jack's. He can't help the grin sneaking across his face. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you," says Jack, and he means it, completely and utterly, in his bones. As gracefully as he can manage, he lowers Poison down onto the floor, kneeling over him as he rummages in his bag.

"Get naked for me?"

Poison lays on his back and lifts his hips to start working his jeans off - it takes some effort but soon enough he's tossing them, revealing the lacy boyshorts beneath. It's date night, after all.

He rolls forward, getting into Jack's space for another kiss, more urgent this time, more needy, and he reaches between them to start working Jack's pants loose.

Jack squirms to get out of his own jeans and underwear - it occurs to him that Jillie or Dee could come home at anytime, but he doesn't care, right then, because he needs to be inside Poison so badly that it hurts.

"How much prep do you need, baby?" he asks, tugging Poison's panties down over his hipbones.

"Fuck," he gasps as Jack strips and starts working his panties down. "Just a little, I think."

He's grateful for that because suddenly everything feels urgent and he doesn't want to wait any longer than he has to. He gets closer, kind of colliding into Jack as he reaches down to stroke his cock.

"Don't wanna keep you waiting." Poison grins, maybe a little wicked.

"I'd wait forever for you," says Jack, his hips hitching to press up into the circle of Poison's fingers as he opens the lube and squeezes it onto his fingers. "Lie down and spread."

Poison pouts just a bit as he lets go of Jack. "Bossy," he breathes as he sprawls back, thighs spreading for Jack. "Lucky you, I won't make you wait that long... not yet."

"Not yet, huh?" Anticipation shivers through Jack as he leans down, catching his weight on his free hand as he slips his fingers between Poison's legs, rubbing slick fingertips over his hole before he starts to ease them inside.

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