Jack scooted closer so that they were pressed together, all the way along, their legs a tangled, comfortable mess. "And one of these days I'll have to take you out on a proper date, yeah?" he murmured as his mouth moved, and kissed along Andrew's jaw. He wanted to take Andrew out properly. Maybe it wouldn't really be much different than the zillion other times they went out to dinner or a pub or somewhere else... but it would be. It would be a date.