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Jack moans and arches and grips Lorne's shoulder, his body shaking as he comes.

[ooc: Need to take a shower. Back in twenty.]

Lorne continues swallowing, sucking every last drop of come. He pulls his mouth off and lays his head on Jack's hip, gently kissing Jack's cock as it softens.

[ooc: Kay.]

Jack combs his fingers through Lorne's hair, still gasping for breath.

Lorne slides his fingers along Jack's ribs and kisses his hipbones.

Jack traces Lorne's lips with his thumb. "Beautiful," he whispers.

"Yes, you are," Lorne whispers back, looking up at Jack all pink and orange in last light of the sun.

"God, I wish I could paint you right now."

"Do you have your little camera? You could take a picture."

Lorne shakes his head. "I don't. And it isn't quite the same." He crawls up Jack's body and kisses him gently. "I'll just have to remember," he murmurs.

jack holds Lorne's face and kisses him back.

Lorne kisses him over and over, touching his face gently.

"When do you go back to Atlantis?" Jack whispers. "I could stay a day or two, if it's okay with your mom."

Lorne beams at him. "She'd love it, I'm sure. I've got four days of leave left."

"Wonderful," Jack says and kisses him. "I can't stay that long, I think--it'd be a hard thing to explain to your mom if I started disappearing."

Lorne kisses him back and lays his head on Jack's shoulder. "Stay as long as you can. I don't want you disappearing either."

"Day after tomorrow." He kisses Lorne's hair. "That's as far as I dare push it."

"That's perfect, darlin'," Lorne whispers, kissing his throat. "And we can do whatever you want. Anything you can't do in the bar."

"Oh, I'll have to think about that," Jack says with a laugh. "There's not much that can't be done in the bar."

He thinks a moment, and then sits up. "Could we go to the pictures? I haven't seen a picture for the longest time."

"Of course," Lorne says, chuckling a little and stretching out. "What kind of movie do you want to see? Action? Comedy? Romance?"

"I don't care," Jack says, shaking his head. "Anything. Something you like."

"All right," Lorne says, smiling and reaching up and trailing his fingers over Jack's chest. "We'll see what's playing tomorrow."

Jack leans down to kiss him. "And maybe go out to eat somewhere afterwards?"

"Dinner and a movie," Lorne says, kissing him. "A proper date."

"A proper date would involve dancing," Jack whispers, kissing him. "Is there a dance hall in town?"

"I..." Lorne begins, then hesitates. "There's a place I could take you, but it wouldn't be dancing like you're used to."

"It'll be dancing like how you do it," Jack guesses. "Lots of swaying."