Jacks and Lorne's Villa

Jackson made Lorne laugh. He had a thing with messing with his boyfriend because he always reacted differently. Lorne sat the tray down and sat down on the bar stool and slid the tray over to Jackson. "Hey, baby." The son of Nike kissed his chin before pulling away and grabbing a fork to join him eat. "How'd you sleep?"

Lorne couldn't help himself and started laughing. "Aw, poor baby. Look at your face." Lorne smiled at the kiss on his cheek and in return grabbed his ass. "True and at least I get to wake up to your British accent that makes you sound smarter than what you are."

Lorne raised an eyebrow at Jackson. "...None for me? Boy, you know good and damn well that's not how we work." He smirked and shook his head. "Stop, don't ever do that again. That was horrible on every level." The son of Nike stole Jackson's toast and chuckled. "We even have the left over enchiladas."

Lorne stood up from the barstool and started to follow the son of Ares. "You're not going to talk in that accent if I have anything to say about it." He raised his eyebrow and slowly started to walk toward him. "Don't play."

Without a second thought, Lorne snatched his boyfriend up by his waist and kissed Jackson's lips. The son of Nike pulled away. "I think I do have a say."

"...It does." Lorne kissed Jackson's lips again before he pulled away and kissed his forehead. "So, what are our plans for the day? I was thinking we get some more furniture."

"So we need to make a list on what we plan to buy and how much money we're going to spend. We need a couch, coffee table, more chairs, a small dining room table, and some other things. Can you think of anything?" Lorne asked, his serious face coming on. "We also need statues of Nike and Ares too."

"I know right? Too many games, man. I feel like a disappointment." Lorne joked. His arms were still around Jackson's waist. "Did you enjoy your breakfast, Jacks?" He asked curiously. "Do you want to try on your...tights? To make sure they fit?"

Lorne laughed a bit. "I would love that, actually. I'd love that a lot." The son of Nike chuckled and leaned his back against the wall. "That still doesn't answer my question."

Lorne raised his eyebrows and looked at Jackson like he was crazy. "No, what? Go try them on. You can practice while you're here with me since you have Ren so damn much." He laughed a bit, knitting his eyebrows. "Go on!"

Lorne walked up behind Jackson and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Baby, come on. Just for two minutes, then I'll behave myself. Scouts honor." Lorne had no intention in behaving himself. The son of Nike sighed heavily and took a step back. "We have $2,000 to get stuff and thankfully, New Rome is cheap."

Lorne rolled his eyes. "Here we go with the attitude." He mumbled hopefully low enough for Jackson not to hear. He slipped into the bedroom and put on a yellow tank, black gym shorts, black socks, and a pair of his slides. The son of Nike came back into the kitchen and took in a deep breath. "...What do you plan on getting from the store?"

"...Okay, then, let's go." Lorne pushed passed Jackson and went straight for their cart. "Come on, let's go and get everything taken care of." Lorne got in the driver's seat and waited for his boyfriend.