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There are noises coming from Lorne’s closet that shouldn’t be coming from any closet. Clinking glasses and laughter and talking and…is that music?

And then Lorne steps out of the closet (pardon the pun) ahead of Jack.

“It’s not much,” he says, glancing around the sparsely furnished room, “but it’s home.”

[ooc: Adult content.]

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Jack pulls off Lorne's shirt and kisses his mouth, grinding against Lorne's thigh.

Lorne moans into his mouth, working Jack's pants open and sliding his hands into the back, pulling Jack's hips against his.

Jack stutters a groan and grinds against him harder, frotting him shamelessly.

Lorne tugs Jack's lip between his teeth, fingers kneading Jack's ass.

Jack jerks against him, cupping his ass.

Lorne rubs his thigh hard against Jack's crotch, sucking and biting at his neck.

Jack groans into his ear, raking his fingers through Lorne's hair.

[ooc: Stop time? I'm out of steam.]

Lorne shoves his hand into the front of Jack's pants, wrapping his hand around Jack's cock.

[ooc: Kay.]

Jack shakes all over and rocks into Lorne's hand. He bites Lorne's neck.

Lorne moans quietly and pulls back to give Jack a wicked smile before dropping slowly to his knees.

Jack gasps and smiles and leans back, closing his eyes, his hand raking into Lorne's hair.

Lorne nuzzles Jack's belly as he carefully works Jack's pants down his legs, bending to untie his shoes.

Jack's belly trembles under Lorne's mouth.

Lorne taps his foot, smiling up at him. "Step," he whispers.

Jack steps obediently.

Lorne pulls off his shoes and socks, then tugs his pants the rest of the way off. He kisses his way back up Jack's legs to his hips.

Jack holds Lorne's shoulders, looking down at him with darkened eyes.

Lorne turns his head to kiss Jack's cock, just brushing his lips against it, looking up at Jack through his eyelashes. "God, I love your cock," he whispers, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking slowly. "Love the way it feels in my hand. Fuck, so hot and hard."

Jack groans. His cock jumps in Lorne's hand. "Please," he whispers, "oh, Evan, please."

"What?" Lorne whispers. "Tell me what you want me to do. Anything."

"Suck me, fuck me, I don't care," Jack gasps. "Just don't stop touching me."

"Never," Lorne whispers. "Never going to stop touching you." He wraps his lips around the head of Jack's cock and sucks gently.

"Oh, god," Jack moans and cups the back of his head in both hands. "Oh, Evan."

Lorne keeps his mouth at the tip of Jack's cock, swirling his tongue over the head and pressing it into the slit, stroking the base with his hand.

Jack moans quietly, his eyes closed. He strokes his fingers through Lorne's hair, rubs his palms over Lorne's shoulders.