Jacks and Lorne's Villa

Lorne unlocked the door to his and Jackson's villa, very happy about being able to spend so much more time with his boyfriend. The villa came unfurnished so the fun part would be them picking out furniture together. It was around noon so they had plenty of time. The son of Nike looked over his shoulder at Jackson as he walked inside.

The small villa had a small, but comfortable open living room with the kitchen off to the side. "Hm, bae. You like it? I mean, it's looks like the picture in the brochure." Lorne put his black suitcase down, looking over his shoulder again. He walked further into their villa, his crisp, white Jordan's making a dull sound against the tile floor. He turned his head and saw that there was a small open, grassy area that was roofless. "Hm, we could play a little game of soccer there. Loser has to take off an article of clothin' when the other scores." Lorne teased and continued walking, stuffing his hands into his gray joggers.

Lorne grinned widely and looked Jackson up and down. He wrapped his arms around Jackson's waist and sighed contently. "First of all, it's soccer." He teased, pecking his lips. "And you're right. We could always just skip to the fun part, but then again, they're both fun in my opinion." The son of Nike grabbed his boyfriend's hand and walked around the opened, grass part of their villa and to the bedroom and miniature bath house.

"What do you think? Is the room big enough?" Lorne asked, now standing in their empty bedroom. They had a good amount of room and a small, yet accesible walk in closet. The bathroom was right beside their bedroom and the bath house was on the other side of that. The mosaic design of Roman events decorated the walls with red, orange, and purple.

Lorne grinned and turned his body to look at Jackson. He looked down at his boyfriend and kissed his lips. The son of Nike had gotten a job working at Dick's (An American Sports store) over the summer and while he was still at Camp Half-Blood.

"I still can't believe we could afford this place. It's so...Roman 'nd shit. I mean, damn." Lorne looked around the bedroom, then walked out, opening the door and walking out. He kept walking until he was standing on the grass, looking up at the Sun. "I'm glad no one can look in from the outside." Lorne looked over his shoulder and continued walking until he was on the other side of the villa. He noticed that it centered around the roofless, grass space. "So, it's basically a square, then, huh, Jacks?"

"Yeah, it is. Just a bit confusin', that's all." Lorne sighed and gave their place another look around before smiling to himself and then over to his boyfriend. "Ready to make it ours? Greek this place up a bit." Lorne slapped his ass and gripped it. "Lead the way, Kingston."

Lorne shrugged playfully and let go of Jackson's butt and held his hand. "Yeah, I guess they do." The son of Nike smirked and kissed Jackson's temple. "Hm, so, what are you gonna get? I'ma try and see if they got a statue of Nike. If not, then I'll get one of Victoria."

"Well we at least have to get a bed, Jay." Lorne laid down beside him and put his hands behind his head. "Come on. The sooner we can get a few pieces of furniture, the earlier we can relax and maybe get some food..." Lorne looked over at his boyfriend and grinned. "Cute self. Look at your scruff."

"Hm." Lorne rolled over on top of Jackson and ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, let's take a nap first, then we'll have to go looking for furniture when we get a chance." He pecked his lips and smiled.

Lorne chuckled and started to kiss his neck tenderly. "Hm, what are you stressed out about?" The son of Nike asked, moving his arms so that they wrapped snuggly around his waist. "...Have you decided if you wanted to go to New Rome U yet?"

Lorne slowly nodded his head and rollled off of him, staring up at the sky above them. "That explains why you're so socially awkward." His boyfriend joked, putting his hands behind his head. "I'm kidding, but seriously, have you thought about it. Going there? You don't have to obviously. I'm not gonna force you."

Lorne looked over at Jackson and sighed. "Have you thought about a future for yourself? For...us?" The son of Nike asked. Lorne didn't want to push Jackson. He knew that only resulted in the two of them angry at each other. Although the make up intimacy was nice, the time prior to that was hard for Lorne especially since he always wanted the last word.

Lorne quickly sat up and looked over at Jackson. "...I know you ain't tryna blame me for you know having your shit together. Babe, look, I know moving here with me was a big step and I didn't-- wait, what did you say? About not being good at anything?" Lorne knitted his eyebrows and looked over Jackson's body.

Lorne knew that eye roll all too well. Jackson only did that when he was tired of Lorne bitching about something he did or didn't do. The black American smacked his lips. "So, you're not gonna respond to me? That's fine." Lorne got up from the grass, brushing his joggers off. "I'm going for a quick walk, don't wait up for me." And with that, he started to walk out.

Lorne paused, then slowly turned around. "...Fine, yeah, let's go get a bed. Maybe something to eat too since I'm hungry." He also didn't want to fight with Jackson. He loved him, but sometimes Jackson got on his nervous. Lorne knew that the feeling was probably mutual. "Come on, hurry up, slow poke."