When Poison comes back, he leans in the doorway for a minute or two, just watching Jack squirm on the bed. He looks so fucking good. He moves closer, and the first thing Jack feels is the cold water bottle brushing against his cock. Poison teases it up the middle of his body, presses it lightly against the cheek he'd slapped earlier, then sets it aside. He takes the vibrator and turns it off for now.