Cooking dinner for Jack

[callmemajor]

It's a lovely evening, and Lorne is tempted to stop by the lake for a quick dip on the way, but he's carrying raw meat with him, which makes it seem like a bad idea. The walk itself is nearly as nice anyway, and Lorne smiles as the cabin comes into view.

It feels like coming home on leave, which he supposes it sort of is, except that he didn't have to apply for it, and it won't come out of his bank.

"You know what we should get, babe? A grill," he says as they come up the stairs to the porch.

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[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack's leg jerks and he mutters, "Evan."

[callmemajor]

"Hmm?" He sucks Jack's big toe into his mouth.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Just, God. Feels, um. Feels good." His other foot digs into the mattress.

[callmemajor]

Lorne pulls his mouth off. "Good," he murmurs. "Want you to feel good." He sucks on Jack's toe again, rubbing his thumb along the arch of Jack's foot.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack groans and splays his toes. His hand drifts across his chest.

[callmemajor]

Lorne slides his tongue between each toe before setting Jack's foot down and picking up the other.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

By the time he does Jack is writhing and groaning.

[callmemajor]

Lorne kisses his insole and nibbles along the arch.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Evan," and there's a pleading note to his voice, "please, I can't."

[callmemajor]

Lorne sets Jack's foot back on the mattress, looking down at Jack with dark eyes. "What do you want, babe? What should I do?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Come here and fuck me," Jack growls, holding out his arms.

[callmemajor]

Lorne grins and crawls up Jack's body, kissing him deeply and reaching for the nightstand to get the lube.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack kisses him desperately, hands gliding over Lorne's back and chest.

[callmemajor]

Lorne moans into his mouth and quickly squeezes some lubricant onto his fingers, pushing Jack's knees apart to work two fingers into him.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack groans and nibbles Lorne's lip.

[callmemajor]

Lorne licks into his mouth, thrusting and scissoring his fingers, stretching Jack quickly.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Jack whispers to him, "that's it, that's what I want, baby."

[callmemajor]

Lorne groans and rests his forehead against Jack's. "Want you, darlin'," he breathes. "So much."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"I'm yours," Jack whispers and kisses him. "Take me. Fuck me. I'm all yours."

[callmemajor]

Lorne's breath catches and he swallows, pulling his fingers away and shoving his shorts down.

"Love you," he whispers and kisses Jack as he pushes into him.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack groans, "Love you," as his body arches.

[callmemajor]

Lorne rocks into him, kissing Jack's face.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack moans Lorne's name and arches his body in response.

[callmemajor]

Lorne dips his head to kiss Jack's collarbone, pulling out slowly and pushing back in.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack starts stroking himself and kisses Lorne's hair.