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[callmemajor]

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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[callmemajor]

Lorne laughs as well. "So, where do you want to go, babe?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack just shakes his head, still smiling. "Out there, Evan. Just, out there."

[callmemajor]

"You're awfully easy to please," Lorne says.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"I'm just happy to be with you," Jack says and looks away from him.

[callmemajor]

Lorne's quiet for a moment, smiling to himself.

Eventually, he whispers, "Me too, Jack."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looks at him and reaches over to rub his arm.

[callmemajor]

Lorne glances over at him and takes his hand.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack weaves their fingers together.

[callmemajor]

Lorne rubs his thumb over the back of Jack's hand. "Sure you don't want to see anything in particular?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"What's there to see? It's all ocean, isn't it?"

[callmemajor]

"Well, there's the mainland, about twenty minutes due east, forest or beach there, or we could visit the settlement if you wanted to. We could take her down into the water, if you wanted to see that. Or," he grins, "we could take her up."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack inhales in excitement. "Oh, let's go up." He squeezes Lorne's hand.

[callmemajor]

"Need both hands for this, darlin'," he says, reluctantly untangling his fingers from Jack's and holding the controls firmly. He points the nose upwards and speeds straight into the sky.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack grips the armrests, inhaling as they go higher and higher.

[callmemajor]

"Don't forget to breathe," Lorne says as the jumper pushes through the atmosphere and out into space.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"oh--yeah--" He looks around, his mouth open, and his eyes bright. "Holy God," he whispers and blinks a few times. "This is really outer space."

[callmemajor]

"Yes, it is," Lorne says, watching Jack's face with amusement. "It's really outer space."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"It's beautiful," he whispers and wipes his eyes, embarrassed.

[callmemajor]

Lorne glances out the window at the stars and the planet beneath them and then smiles over at Jack. "Yeah," he says softly. "It really is."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"They talk about going into space but so many people think there's no way for a person to survive." He glances at Lorne. "I mean. In 1940."

[callmemajor]

"1969," Lorne says. "Neil Armstrong is the first man to walk on the moon. Back home, people still think you have to take a space shuttle up. No gravity. No oxygen. That orange suit I wore into the Bar that one time? That's what you have to wear to survive in space."

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"1969," Jack repeats in wonder. "I could have seen it."

[callmemajor]

Lorne chuckles softly. "That's the year before I was born."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack laughs dryly. "I could have been your grandfather."

[callmemajor]

"I'm awfully glad you're not," Lorne says with a smirk.