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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.

Lorne beams right back and heads inside to the front desk to book a room.

Jack waits for him to return with a key, all but bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Lorne returns shortly holding up the key and grinning. He takes Jack's hand and practically drags him to their room.

The moment they're inside and the door is shut, Jack shoves Lorne against it and kisses him like there's no tomorrow.

Lorne kisses him back, hard and deep. He scrabbles at Jack's clothing, trying to push it off any way he can.

Jack helps him, in between tugging off Lorne's own shirt and scraping his fingers over Lorne's back.

Lorne starts undoing Jack's trousers as he pushes him back towards the bed.

Jack falls back onto the bed and pulls Lorne with him.

"I want," Lorne murmurs, kissing Jack, "to fuck you." He slides his hand down the front of Jack's trousers. "Want to be inside you."

"Yes, yes," Jack mutters and licks Lorne's neck. He pushes Lorne's jeans down his hips.

Lorne kicks his jeans off and pushes Jack's trousers down and off, kissing him deep.

Jack sucks hard on his tongue, arching his hips.