Jacks and Lorne's Villa

Lorne nodded his head. "It does. I picked out a black leather couch so it'll match." The son of Nike pointed to the couch that he picked out before walking to Jackson in the lazy boy. "Oh, we also need to get an entertainment stand too and that'll be it for our living room."

Lorne smirked and looked up at Jackson, then went over to grab the slip from the couch that he picked out. "Now, to go to the TV section." He turned around and headed toward the electronic section. "What kind of TV do you want, bae?"

Lorne felt shivers go down his spin when Jackson kissed near his ear. The son of Ares knew that it was one of his sweet spots. Lorne grabbed the ticket from the flat screen they wanted and walked toward the cashier. After they both paid and loaded everything into the cart and headed back to their villa.

The son of Nike got out of the cart when they came home and carried the new stuff into their villa. After they finished moving everything in, Lorne plopped down on the couch and groaned. "We're almost there, Jackson! All we need to do now is get bathroom stuff and kitchen things." He closed his eyes and just relaxed.

Lorne smiled and started to run his hand through Jackson's hair. "It is. I can't believe that we're here, together, alone in our own villa." The son of Nike bent down and kissed his lips, then his forehead. "What do you want for lunch later?"

The son of Nike raised an eyebrow and grinned. "And me, huh?" Lorne started to tickle his stomach. "Nasty!"

Lorne laughed alone with him. He let him go after a while and focused his attention on the game. "I know right? They need some luck. Or some more training." Lorne smirked. His eyes searched the screen. "Ah! Come on!" He shouted at the tv.

The son of Nike raised an eyebrow. His attention dropped from the game to Jackson's face in his lap. Lorne grinned and ran his fingers through his hair. "...I love it when you get excited about sports." He whispered. "Keep it up."

"Aw, you're so cute." Lorne smiled and continued to run his fingers through his hair while looking at the TV screen. The game was getting close and the suspense was driving Lorne crazy.

"No, no! You! You are!" Lorne laughed a bit and leaned down to kiss his lips. Gods, he could never get enough of them no matter how much they fought or argued. Jackson will always be his no matter what. He could see himself marrying him one day... "Sexy ass, cute ass son of Ares." He whispered. "Hm. I tear you up right here and right now."

Lorne's hands went to his waist as he held his body close to his. "Maybe...Maybe you can show me your costume for Ren faire. You know how those tights do things to me." He whispered in his ear. Lorne slapped his ass with a grin on his face. "Or we can have something to eat."

"I want you. I want you right here right now, but first, I want you to put on those tights and practice a bit of your lines so you don't get rusty." Lorne smiled and kissed Jacksons' lips before leaning back completely in their couch.

Lorne slowly stood up and looked at Jackson in his tights. That look that Lorne gets when he's turned on sparkled in his eyes as he slowly walked over to Jackson. "I am very, very happy." The son of Nike wrapped his arms around his waist and then turned around to look at the curve in his tights. "Damn..."