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Jack kisses him back, hands on his hips.

"Love you," Lorne murmurs, kissing him once more, quickly.

"Love you too."

He takes a deep breath and steps away. "But I'll behave in front of your mother."

"She likes you," Lorne says, smiling. "Nothing to worry about."

"I'll still worry," Jack murmurs, but keeps hold of his hand as they go inside.

Maureen is in the living room, reading, when they get inside.

"You boys have fun?"

Lorne smiles at Jack. "Yeah, we did. We just went down by the creek for a while."

"Enjoying the scenery," Jack agrees, and as subtly as he can pulls some grass from Lorne's hair.

Lorne slides a hand through his hair to flatten it a little.

"It's beautiful out there, isn't?" Maureen says, smiling. "I've put clean towels in your room, Evan, so it's ready whenever you want to go on up to bed."

"Thanks," Lorne says, looking at Jack. "What do you think? Ready for bed?"

"I think so," Jack says. "Such a long day, with the traveling and everything."

"All right," Maureen says, standing to kiss Lorne's cheek. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight, Ma," Lorne says smiling and giving Jack's hand a squeeze and pulling him out to the hallway.

Jack beams at him and pulls him into the room, and closes the door behind them.

He quietly laughs. "It's early."

"Is it?" Lorne says with a smirk. "Well...I could give you the grand tour, if you'd like."

His room hasn't changed much since he was in high school.

"Sure, show me around," Jack says, sliding his hand into the back pocket of Lorne's jeans.

Lorne laughs. "Okay...well, here's the sports area," he says, indicating a corner of the room with various small trophies and medals and a couple pictures of Lorne in various sporting uniforms.

"And this is the art area." He points to a corner with an easel and several sketches and paintings tacked to the wall.

"And this is the studious area." A desk with several notebooks, and a small bookshelf crammed full of paperbacks, mostly science fiction, both covered with various photographs of Lorne and friends circa 1988.

All of the walls of the room are covered in posters of movies (Star Wars, Star Trek, Indiana Jones, etc.) and bands (Led Zeppelin, The Buzzcocks, The Ramones) all tacked over with sketches.

There is notably, only one corner left.

"And the sleeping area," Jack says softly.

"And the sleeping area," Lorne repeats, sitting on the edge of the double bed and holding his hands out to Jack.

"C'mere."

Jack smiles and puts his hands in Lorne's.

Lorne pulls Jack down so that he's straddling Lorne's lap and kisses him. "Hi, there," he murmurs.

"Hi," Jack whispers, kissing him back.

Lorne keeps kissing him and slides his hands up Jack's thighs and around to his ass, slowly lowering himself onto his back and pulling Jack with him.

Jack braces himself on his hands and kisses him slowly.

Lorne squeezes Jack's ass, kneading it and pulling their hips together.

"Up for one more?" Jack whispers, starting to rock his hips.

Lorne gasps softly and rocks back. "Yeah," he breathes. "I think I could be."

Jack smiles and kisses him harder. "So could I."