Cooking dinner for Jack

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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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Jack moans and whispers, "Yeah," and "Fuck, that's good," and "Love you."

[callmemajor]

"Love you," Lorne murmurs back. "So good." He licks up Jack's neck.

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Jack grabs Lorne's head and mashes their mouths together.

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Lorne moans into the kiss, fucking Jack faster, deeper.

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Jack takes one of Lorne's hands and wraps it around his cock. "Please."

[callmemajor]

Lorne strokes Jack firmly. "So good, baby...feel so good."

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Jack groans wordlessly and thrusts into his hand.

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"Gonna come for me, darlin'?" Lorne murmurs, nipping at Jack's lip.

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Jack licks into Lorne's mouth and thrusts harder, and comes with a quiet groan.

[callmemajor]

Lorne kisses Jack hard, stroking him through it. He grips Jack's hips tightly and thrusts a few more times, shuddering as he comes.

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Jack wraps himself around Lorne loosely and rocks against him until Lorne stops shuddering.

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Lorne buries his face in Jack's neck, panting softly.

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Jack kisses his forehead and sleepily strokes his back.

"Great dessert, baby," he murmurs after a while.

[callmemajor]

Lorne chuckles softly and kisses under Jack's chin. "Yeah, it was pretty good, huh?"

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"Delicious." He kisses Lorne's forehead again.

[callmemajor]

"We make the best desserts," Lorne says, kissing behind Jack's ear and shifting off him a little.

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Jack chuckles and keeps an arm around him.

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Lorne kisses his shoulder, settling in comfortably.

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Jack smiles and closes his eyes. He sings softly, "'Summertime, and the livin' is easy . . . fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high . . .'"

[callmemajor]

Lorne smiles and traces lazy patterns over Jack's chest as he sings.

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"'Your daddy's rich,'" Jack sings, still softly, "'and your ma is good-lookin'. . . so hush little baby, now don't you cry.'"

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Lorne nuzzles into Jack's neck, humming along.

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"I don't remember any more of the words," Jack murmurs and kisses Lorne's hair. "But as a lullaby, it's not bad."

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Lorne nods. "It's a good lullaby," he murmurs.

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Jack traces over Lorne's eyebrows with a fingertip.