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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 groans deeply and thrusts back against Lorne's hand.

Lorne fucks him slowly with his fingers, kissing his neck and chin and shoulders.

"Are you ready for me, Jack?" he breathes. "God, please say you're ready."

"God, yes, I'm ready," Jack babbles, his hips rocking, his hands digging into Lorne's back.

Lorne pulls his hand away and holds Jack's hips, lining his cock up and pressing into him.

Jack raises his hips and pulls Lorne down to kiss his mouth.

Lorne kisses him deeply, rolling his hips slowly.

Jack rocks his body in response, kissing him, holding him tight.

Lorne holds Jack's hips, thrusting harder.

Jack slides down his hands to Lorne's hips.

"Christ," Lorne moans. "So good, baby." He kisses Jack hard and fucks him faster.

"C'mon," Jack gasps, "c'mon, beautiful, c'mon."

Lorne's fingers dig into Jack's hips and he groans loudly, body shaking as he comes.

Jack strokes his face and kisses him, whispering to him, "Oh, your beautiful face, Evan, god, I love you, I love watching you come."

"Love you, baby," he whispers. "Christ, I love you." He nuzzles his face into Jack's neck.

Jack lowers his legs but keeps holding onto him, and kisses the side of his face.

Lorne kisses Jack's neck, shifting just a bit to pull out.

Jack makes a soft sound and presses close.

Lorne chuckles softly. "Not goin' anywhere, babe."

"Nowhere to go in this bed," Jack mutters.

"Do you mind?" Lorne asks, kissing Jack's shoulder. "Cuddling close all night?"

"I'm sure I can handle it." Jack traces his fingers down Lorne's arm.

"Mmm...good." Lorne loops his arm around Jack's waist.

"I'm not sure how long I can stay in the morning," Jack says softly. "There's some rule about the dead not staying away long but I'm not sure what the exact rule is."

"Okay," Lorne whispers, sighing softly. "We'll get up early and get you back."

"Okay." He's quiet a moment. "I'd rather stay."