Jacks and Lorne's Villa

The son of Nike looked over at Jackson, then back ahead. After a ten minute drive of silence, he got out of the cart and headed toward the Ikea they were in last night. "...What do you want to look at first?"

"Just a couch? No TV, then?" Lorne asked, looking over his shoulder at Jackson. He looked down at his phone, then up at Jackson's face. "Who are you texting?"

Lorne raised an eyebrow and looked down at his phone again. "Why are you texting him? We're supposed to be shopping for f*ckin' furniture, not -- y'know what? Never mind." The son of Nike shook his head and started walking toward the living room furniture section. "f*cking, Lukas."

Before Jackson could get far, Lorne grabbed his wrist and whipped him around so that they were face to face. "What the f*ck is your problem today? I try and wake you up with breakfast and straight things fresh and now you're acting like a little b*tch." The word slipped out of his mouth before he could catch it. "Wait, wait, Jackson. I didn't mean to call you that, I'm sorry, We've both been stressed and I know you've given up a lot of your life for me. I'm sorry."

"Jackson, wait..!" He knew that it was no use. He decided to let him cool down. Instead, he walked over to a black couch that looked to be in their price range and large enough for those who wanted to stay over. "This works, I guess..."

Lorne made sure that the price that was on the tag of the couch was the actual full price before he looked around for Jackson. He found him after a few minutes and paused when he saw that he was talking to his screen. Knowing that he was probably talking to his friends, Lorne went off to a vending machine and when he came back he waved a bottle of purple Fanta around with the words "I'm sorry" written on it's label. He knew that it would take a lot more than that to get Jackson back on his good side again, but it was a start.

Lorne smiled back as he got into the chair with his boyfriend. He made it so that Jackson was sitting on his lap. "Hey, guys and lady. How's everything on the east coast?" He asked, biting his lip. Lorne turned his head to look his sexy boyfriend. Gods, he loved him so much.

Lorne smiled faintly as the twins left to go do their exhibit. He turned his head to look at Jackson and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to move back to New York? All your family and friends are there and it's not right for you to be out here all alone with me."

Lorne did as too before turning his attention to his boyfriend. "Yeah, but...I don't want us to fight every time one of his, mostly me, does something stupid. I want you to have friends."

Jackson was right. Lorne missed Vi like crazy. "...Why do you make so much sense, huh?" He asked with a grin on his face. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "I found a couch and I want this lazy boy and maybe get a coffee table too." He stated with a sigh.

Lorne got up and kissed Jackson on the lips. "I can't wait to break in the lazy boy either. And the couch. And the coffee table." He teased with a smile on his face. Lorne handed Jackson the grape Fanta.

Lorne smiled and looked away from his boyfriend. "I love you too. Now let's go get that coffee table." And so they were off. They came to one table that Lorne really liked. It was black. Very simple. "Let's do this one."