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Lorne's fingers dig hard into Jack's hips, and he sucks hard on Jack's lower lip, thrusting hard into him and coming with a groan.

jack wraps his arms around him and kisses his face.

Lorne buries his face in Jack's neck, panting and periodically flicking his tongue out to lick droplets of sweat from Jack's skin.

Jack combs his fingers through Lorne's hair. "Love you, Evan, love you."

"Love you," Lorne murmurs. "Love you, Jack." He kisses Jack's neck and carefully pulls out, rolling onto his side.

Jack strokes his back with his fingertips and softly kisses Lorne's face.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

Lorne nuzzles Jack's face and kisses him softly. "Glad we got a room?"

[ooc: Goodnight.]

"So very glad." He scrubs his hand through Lorne's hair. "I'll behave at your mother's. Cross my heart."

"Not too much, I hope," Lorne says, sliding his fingers down Jack's chest.

"Well," Jack says softly, shifting against him, "if you absolutely can't keep your hands off me I promise not to be too noisy."

Lorne smiles and kisses his shoulder. "I'll try to be good, but it's awfully hard not to touch you sometimes."

Jack traces his foot up Lorne's leg. "I know . . . it's awfully hard not to touch you sometimes too."

"We could probably touch each other a little," Lorne murmurs, tracing circles on Jack's chest. "We'll just have to keep it relatively clean until we can be alone again."

"Can I hold your hand?" Jack whispers.

Lorne smiles softly. "Yes. You can hold my hand, darlin'."

Jack starts smiling mischievously. "Can I kiss your cheek?"

Lorne smirks a little. "Yes. You can kiss my cheek."

Jack lays his head on Lorne's shoulder and strokes his chest. "And can I stroke your hair?"

"Yes," Lorne whispers, kissing his hair. "You can stroke my hair."

"And your mother won't mind?"

Lorne is quiet for a moment. "I don't think she will. She's..." He trails off, trying to think of a way to explain his mother, but ultimately, he can't come up with anything better than, "She's not like other moms."

This is mostly because the word 'hippy' would mean nothing to Jack.

Nothing about being open-minded, anyway.

Jakc nods and snuggles closer to him. "Not like any of the moms I knew, at least."

"Things have changed a lot since you were alive," Lorne says, running a hand slowly over Jack's back. "And my mom's always been...progressive."

Jack frowns, puzzled. "She's a socialist?"

Mm, generation gap.

Lorne laughs. "No. She's just...ahead of her time and very open-minded."

Actually, she might be a socialist, Lorne's not quite sure.