Jacks and Lorne's Villa

"Mhm, sure." Lorne laughed bit, looking at Jackson cook for them. He could get used to seeing Jackson cooking. "How are you two similar? You holdin' back on me?" The son of Nike asked, moistening his lips.

"...You have a point." Lorne moistened his lips and studied Jackson's face. "But nobody has a body like you do, Jacks. I mean, shit, you got me goin' crazy." The son of Nike chuckled, then studied his face. "What else are you doin' for the rest of the day?"

Lorne nodded his head. "Then maybe we can go look around New Rome. Go for a movie, dinner, or go to the gay bar they have." He offered. "They also have race track too." He added with a shrug. "I just don't want us to get tired of each other."

"Nah, nah!" Lorne laughed. "No, or that what? You gotta say it." He perked up in his seat and studied Jackson's face. "You gotta tell me before you get an answer."

Lorne blinked. "Damn!" He laughed out of shock. He didn't think that he would say it. "Okay, shit. Uh, I'll take everythin'." Lorne smiled widely and got up from his seat to go and hug Jackson from behind. "Including you on my lap." He pecked the side of his neck. "Just wait till tonight."

Lorne eyebrows went up when Jackson said that he had to eat first before getting some of that Jackson Kingston. He could deal with that. The son of Nike grinned and went back to sit down in his chair. "So I get three meals today, huh?"

Lorne's eyes lit up. "I just need a water. Plenty and plenty of water." He rubbed his hands together and stared at his food. Gods, Jackson was an amazing cook that made Lorne want to do all kinds of things to him. "I got dessert for later."

Lorne wrapped his arm around Jackson's waist and continued eating too. He studied his face before digging in too. "This is really good, Jackson. Really, really good. You should become a chef." He grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

Lorne looked over at his boyfriend and kissed his cheek over and over again until he stopped after the third time. "Hey, what do you want to do with your life?" He asked in a whisper. "I'm curious because I don't think you've ever given me a straight answer."

"You'd be great to take over the fair, but you still need to go to school in my opinion." Lorne paused and looked over at Jackson. "I know you want me to drop it, but I only want you to be the creme of the crop. The best of the best. The platinum metal." The son of Nike sighed and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

Lorne smiled a bit and leaned in to kiss his lips. "I know, I know. I'm not rushing you or anything. That's the last thing I want to do, but still. I want you to be successful; victorious in life." He grinned and moved his chair closer to Jackson. "And for me? I was thinking about owning a gym or something. I dunno either." The son of Nike pecked his lips again. "So we're both in the same boat."

"You'd want me to run the Ren fair with you?" He asked, looking over Jackson. He was about to respond when he felt his lips against his. He let out a sigh and soon his hands were on Jackson's thighs. Lorne pulled his lips away from Jackson, then to his neck.

"Well," He started to say in between kisses, "You can be assured that I will give you all of my effort to try and be the best." The son of Nike whispered before pulling away from Jackson completely.