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For some reason, the door to the Bar has been consistently showing up in Lorne's mother's laundry room the entire time he's been visiting her.

So it's a somewhat gentle whirring, a pleasant warmth, and the scent of fabric softener that greets them when he leads Jack through the door.

"It's not as exciting as Atlantis," he says with an apologetic smile.

[ooc: Adult content within.]

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"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."

"Good," Lorne murmurs, fingers clutching Jack's ass. He kisses Jack deep, licking into his mouth and moaning softly.

Jack starts tugging on Lorne's shirt.

Lorne pulls back a little to tug his shirt over his head.

"There's my handsome boy," Jack murmurs and starts kissing his chest.

Lorne smiles and pulls the back of Jack's shirt up.

Jack pulls off his shirt and rubs his body against Lorne's.

Lorne moans and arches up to Jack, pushing their chests together.

"Fuck me," Jack whispers. "I want you. Want you so much."

"Jesus," Lorne mutters, kissing Jack hard and rolling him onto his back.

Jack rubs his thigh between Lorne's legs and starts undoing his jeans.

Lorne rests his forehead against Jack's, closing his eyes and moaning. He breathes deep through his nose, trying to regain control.

"Too much?" Jack stops rubbing and just concentrates on getting Lorne's pants down.