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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]

"Weirder than it already is, yeah." Lorne sets the jumper in a geosynchronous orbit and stands, holding a hand out to Jack, "C'mere."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"I don't think we're that weird," Jack says as he puts his hand in Lorne's.

[callmemajor]

Lorne pulls him to his feet and kisses him softly. "Baby, you're dead, and I'm from sixty years in your future. We're plenty weird."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Jack says softly, his hands settling on Lorne's hips. "That. Well, yes, that is weird. But not insurmountable."

He kisses Lorne, holding him by the hips.

[callmemajor]

Lorne slides his arms around Jack's neck and kisses him back. "Not insurmountable," he whispers.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack pulls their hips together and kisses him harder.

It has occurred to him that this relationship can only go day-to-day, and he really doesn't want to talk about that.

[callmemajor]

The same thought has occurred to Lorne. It's the reason he never knows what to say when people ask him about Jack.

So he kisses Jack back just as hard and tangles his fingers in Jack's hair.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Can we--" Jack blushes a little and rests his head on Lorne's shoulder. "Will the ship be okay if we're not paying attention?"

[callmemajor]

Lorne laughs softly and kisses Jack's temple. "It'll stay right here until I move it."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh good," Jack breathes and nips at his neck.

[callmemajor]

Lorne's breath catches. "So we could...have lunch, and we'd be fine."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Yes. Lunch. That would be smart, wouldn't it." He pulls himself away from Lorne reluctantly.

[callmemajor]

"We don't have to eat," Lorne says with a smile. "We can do other things."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"I think it would be the wiser course to eat."

Beat.

"And then do other things."

He takes off his jacket and hangs it over the back of a chair.

[callmemajor]

"Mmmm...smart and beautiful," Lorne says, pulling their lunch out of the bin he'd stored it in. "Floor okay for you?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"The floor's fine." He hunkers down and gets comfortable.

[callmemajor]

Lorne sits next to him, his shoulder pressing against Jack's, and hands him his sandwich.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Jack says softly and kisses his cheek.

[callmemajor]

"You're welcome," Lorne says, smiling sideways at him. He bumps his knee against Jack's and opens his sandwich package.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack bumps him right back. "Do you still get chocolate rations?"

[callmemajor]

"We do," Lorne says with a nod. "We also get packages from home on a semi-regular basis. My mom usually sends chocolate and coffee.

"Did you want some? I think I've got a bar or two stored in here."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"No, it's all right," Jack says with a laugh. "I was just wondering how much things have changed. We didn't get much fresh food."

[callmemajor]

"We don't get a whole lot fresh from Earth," Lorne says. "You just came at the right time. The Daedelus is docked right now, so we've got fresh supplies."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Which one is the Daedelus?" Jack says and starts to peel his banana.


[ooc: Pause? am sleepy.]

[callmemajor]

"It's the ship that was parked on the northeaster pier when we left the city." He watches Jack and the banana with undisguised interest.


[ooc: Sure. Sleep well.]