Jacks and Lorne's Villa

 Lorne smirked. "I know. Our life together." Lorne turned on his side and looked at his boyfriend through the darkness. His fingers found his hair and he began to stroke it. "...I love you Jackson Isaac Kingston." He whispered, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

Lorne smiled and felt his heart skip a beat. The son of Nike kissed his nose back and draped his arm across his waist. He moved closer until their bodies were touching a smiled a bit. "...Want to get under the covers?"

"I don't." Lorne crawled on top of Jackson and started to kiss his neck. "We were bound to mess it up." The son of Nike bit his bottom lip, pulling it back until he decided to let it go. Lorne chuckled, running his fingers along the side of his body.

The son of Nike smiled and kissed him back. "I love you too, Jacks. You're one of the best things that have ever happened to me." Lorne kissed his lips again and ran his hand down the side of his face. The African American demigod took in a deep breath and nuzzled his nose against his boyfriends.

Lorne chuckled at the tug on his lip and reached over to slap his ass. "Hm, I'm into that shit." He kissed his lips before pulling away.

Lorne grinned against his lips, then rolled over so that Jackson was on top of him. His hands wrapped around his boyfriend's waist. His hands wandered around a bit. "Jackson...I thought you were tired."

Lorne let loose a small grunt and closed his eyes, enjoying Jackson's lips on his body. "Behave yourself now." He teased, hoping that the son of Ares would go against his playful warning and do what he wanted.

"You're definitely right about that." The son of Lorne purred back before kissing his lips while wrapping his arms around his waist so that he stayed closer to his body.

Lorne sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're tired." Lorne turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. He had to slow down his breathing. "Okay, okay. We can do this when we have more energy. No problem." The son of Nike moistened his lips and turned his attention to Jackson's face.

"Yeah, you do." Lorne turned on his side so that he was holding Jackson. "You owe me big time and I owe you breakfast for driving that long way today." The son of Nike kissed his cheek, letting his lips linger there before slowly pulling away.

"And I little something else that you like." Lorne chuckled some, biting his lip. He hoped that Jackson knew to what he was referring to. The son of Nike kissed his nose before pulling the comforters over them so that they could stay warm throughout the night.

Around ten or so in the morning, Lorne got up from their bed to make breakfast for his boyfriend. They had enough groceries for them to live off for a week before they have to go shopping.

"Jackson?" Lorne called shirtless with eggs, bacon, and toast on a tray. "Jackson! The Camp is being attacked!" That should wake his boyfriend up no time.