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Jack sits back in his seat. "Oh, don't tell me that," he says softly. "Let me believe we can just fly and fly and fly."

Lorne smiles softly. "We can fly as long as you want," he says.

Jack smiles too. After a moment or two he says, "Let's go home, Evan."

"All right," Lorne says, steering them back to the base.

Another pause, then very quietly, barely audible through the hiss of the radio, "Thank you."

Lorne smiles deeply. "You're welcome," he says, just as quietly.

Jack smiles and watches the rushing countryside.

Lorne takes them back in without any more acrobatics. The landing is smooth and when the engines shut down, the silence of the cockpit sounds exceptionally loud.

Lorne pulls off his helmet as the cockpit shield raises and turns to grin at Jack.

Jack takes off his helmet too and smiles back, just as big. "Fuckin' amazing."

Lorne pulls himself out of his seat as an airman wheels the stairs back up to the plane. "Glad you had fun," he says, still grinning.

He turns away from Jack, afraid of what he might do if he keeps looking at him. He's on an adrenaline high, and he'd like nothing more than to kiss Jack. Hard. And then fuck him.

Jack presses his lips together, feeling much the same.

Lorne hurries them back to the locker room and tries not to be too obvious about wanting to get out of his flight suit and somewhere alone with Jack as soon as he can.

It's probably obvious only to Jack, who hurries out of his flight suit and into his civvies.

"Ready to go?" Lorne asks, already heading for the door.

"I'm ready," Jack says, following him. "In the mood for a--nice game of pool."

"Me too," Lorne says, leading him out to the car. "There's a...bar just down the road where we could have a game or two."

"Great," Jack says with far too much enthusiasm. "A bar sounds great."

Lorne manages to keep his hands to himself as he gets into the car. He lasts all the way out the gate and past the last guard before he reaches over to lay his hand on Jack's thigh, squeezing gently.

Jack wraps his hand around Lorne's. "I don't really want to play pool."

"Good," Lorne says, lacing his fingers through Jack's. "There isn't really a bar down the road.

"Well...there's probably a bar in the hotel."

"A hotel?" Jack says and looks away, smiling. "That sounds great. But we told your mom we'd be home by supper."

"Baby, I've got adrenaline zinging through my veins, and I really, really, really want to fuck you. And I don't want to have to worry about making too much noise."

Lorne does an admirable job of keeping a straight face. "Now, if you want to go back to my mom's and ask her to excuse us while we have really noisy sex, we can do that. Otherwise, I think we probably have time to stop at a hotel for an hour or so."

"Yes," Jack says decisively. "A hotel is a great idea."

He tightens his grip around Lorne's fingers.

"Good," Lorne says, pulling into the hotel parking lot. "I hoped you'd think so."

Jack beams at him and practically leaps from the car.