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Maybe it was a fetish, but Jack hated labels of all sorts. He just knew what he liked. Too bad for the universe that what he liked amounted to pretty much everything. He'd left the compound and made his way back to his hut with Logan, covertly keeping tabs on how the guy handled breathing the cold air. Cold air wasn't a problem inside. The strange, round hut was warm and dry. Dulcita lay curled on an old shirt of Jack's near the fire and mewed at the pair when they came in, demanding the food she'd been promised.

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The cold still hurt, even Logan would admit that, and his face was mostly obscured by a scarf as they made their way to Jack's.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Logan watched Jack for a moment before toeing off his boots. Kicking each one away, he started on his gloves next, flexing his fingers just to make sure they hadn't frozen.

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Jack pulled some scraps from his pocket and put the mass into a dish. She was probably the easiest pet ever, content to eat and sleep and rarely demanding much. Until he was busy working, that was.

Cat fed and coat tossed away, he sauntered over to Logan and toyed with the scarf before he slowly unwound it.

"Still got all ten?" he asked, sparing a glance at Logan's hands before he looked to the newly exposed neck.

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"Looks like it," Logan replied with a small smirk, tipping his head back a little as Jack unwound the scarf. "You can feel free to double check though, if you don't trust my ability to count."

It was warm in Jack's hut, and even as the layers started to come undone, there was no chill. Not even a little one.

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"Yeah, I'll get there," he said absently as he let the scarf drop and started on the jacket. The zip ground open with a slow snarl until it fell apart and jack pushed the garment off his shoulders.

"Nice coat. Kept it, or got it this year?" he asked, but it was totally obvious from where he looked, like he was planning an attack, almost, that it was all idle chatter.

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The jacket was thick and padded and left over from his first island winter, much warmer than the black pea coat he'd found this year. Not that it mattered. He could have been wearing a pink raincoat and Jack likely would have said the same thing, the words nothing more than just that. Words. A way to fill the silence.

"I kept it. It's from the first snow. I got something different this year, but that just feels warmer."

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"Mmm. It's nice," he said with an approving nod, then tossed it away without thought, his hands already moving on to the next layer. His fingers crept up underneath, trapped between different fabrics and getting closer to the warmth of Logan's bare skin.

"And this?"

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Logan couldn't remember and he was struggling to care, leaning back with a smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. "Oh this? I've had this old thing forever," he replied, though it was obvious he was just making things up to keep the conversation going now.

"It's not nearly as nice as what you're wearing though... Shame you took off the coat though, it's kind of sexy."

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"It's a World War Two great coat. Not quite like the one you tried on in the TARDIS...different branch," he replied as the next layer came off and was summarily discarded in favor of the next. Logan may as well have been some sort of fancy gift for the way Jack was taking care to unwrap him.

"It's got the stripes, though. Captain's. On the epaulettes."

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"It's still hot," Logan assured the other man, wetting his lips as he helped the other man pull off his sweater.

The static from the wool made his hair stand on end near the front, and he tilted his head to the side as he looked Jack over, reaching out to tug on the other man's sweater.

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Jack refrained from peeling off the next layer in favor of letting Logan take off his seater to reveal the blue button down and braces he had collected to keep the thick, heavy trousers from riding low and soaking the cuffs.

"See? It's...nice. Like one of those Russian dolls; there's always another something underneath."

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Hooking his finger under one of the braces, Logan tugged lightly before letting it snap back. "Yeah," he agreed. "It's... good. It's nice."

He hooked his fingers under the braces again, then tugged them off Jack's shoulders.

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He shrugged his shoulders and drew his arms up a little to help them fall. Once they were down, he rested his hands on Logan's waist and leaned in to kiss him, leaving enough room for the guy to work on the buttons of his shirt.

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Logan leaned away from the kiss rather than into it, grinning as their lips simply brushed. A ghost of a kiss that was slightly distracting as his fingers started on the buttons of the other man's shirt.

"I like undressing you," he admitted. "I like waiting to see what's underneath. Though sometimes I like you dressed as well. The way you wear clothes, it's like they were made just for you. ...I always look like I'm wearing hand me downs."

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"I like what you wear," Jack countered, sliding his hands along Logan's arms to his wrists so he could pluck at his sleeves. "Your clothes look comfortable even when you don't. When you tug on your sleeves...Why do you do that?"

He took a breath as the undone buttons let his shirt fall open a few inches at a time. It wasn't a change in temperature so much as a change in the weight of woven threads holding him in and holding him back. His chinos were growing tighter with every brush of Logan's fingers against his body and he felt like he was practically being strangled downstairs by the pants he'd put on today in the desperate hope that another layer would keep his ass from freezing.

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"I don't know," Logan replied, shrugging a little as he looked down at where Jack's hand rested on his wrists. "I don't even notice I'm doing half of the time," he admitted, shifting closer and leaning in to press his lips to Jack's chest.

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He took a soft breath and moved his hands from wrists to waist to pull the hem up, peeling off the next layer.

"I notice," he replied, his voice hushed thanks to the closeness. "When you're nervous. When you have something you don't want to say. When you're thinking. Watching you...you're amazing." And he really was--a thousand cues of posture and action...Jack could just watch him for hours on end.

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"I think you're just easily impressed," Logan laughed softly, reaching out to hold onto Jack's open shirt and using it to tug the other man towards the bed.

"I prefer the way you stand," he admitted as he sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, letting go of Jack's shirt and starting to unfasten his trousers. "You always look like you're in control of the situation. Even when there isn't a situation to control. ...Even when you aren't in control of anything at all."

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"I like control," Jack said as he stepped forward and loomed over Logan as the guy undid his fly. He let his tongue wander along his lower lip as he debated letting Logan in on another bit of himself.

"Everything's about control," he said, the words coming before he'd consciously chosen to speak. "Most of it is self-control. Discipline like that takes work...people here have no idea just how much I hold back. Everyday."

Except when John was here. In certain areas of his life, there had been almost zero control and it had been intoxicating.

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Looking up, Logan nodded a little, though he honestly didn't feel the same way at all. Not about control.

With the zip undone, he slipped his hand inside the other man's trousers, rubbing him gently as he spoke.

"I hate control, I hate being controlled and I hate trying to control myself. It's too hard. Too much like work. I don't ever think, I just... do, you know?"

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"I know," he agreed, his eyes dropping closed slowly. He laid a heavy hand on Logan's shoulder and leaned into the warmth and pressure of his touch, fighting for just the sort of control he was talking about.

Despite what it may appear like to other people, Jack did almost nothing spontaneously. On the rare occasions he did, he was making plans and adapting them as a situation unfolded. If he couldn't control anything else, he could control himself and he'd found, through years of experience, that by doing just that, he often wound up with control over the majority of a situation simply because he acted as if he had the right to it.

And then there were the times, the thrilling and terrifying times, when he had no control, no plans, and no idea what he'd do next. This place...he struggled for every snatch of control he could manage because he knew that at any moment things could go completely sideways.

"...Don't know how you do it..." he admitted.

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"I just let things happen. I don't try and plan or think... Sometimes I fight against the tide, but mostly I just float," Logan shrugged, trailing his fingers up the the other man's cock and then slipping his hand free free from Jack's pants.

"We should trade secrets," he laughed softly. "You can teach me about control, and I'll teach you how to not give a shit."

His hands came to rest lightly on the other man's hips, and he looked up with a small smile. Sometimes it was so easy just to be with the other man. So easy that it almost worried him. He was settling in, and that would never end well for him. Never in a million years.

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"Don't think we can have it both ways," Jack chuckled. He ran his fingers through Logan's hair, caught it and pulled a bit, then rested his knee on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. A moment later, his lips were against Logan's, his tongue darting lightly as it flicked against his lips. The remaining clothes were forgotten as the plan changed in a heartbeat--from naked to a much simpler goal of closer.

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Head tilting back, Logan gasped into the kiss, holding Jack a little tighter as he pulled him close.

Jack radiated heat, and every touch was electric. Logan couldn't understand it really, but every time he was with the other man, he felt buzzed. Even when they were simply touching, there was something about Jack that got him going. Something about the other man's touch that made him want so much more.

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Jack pushed his hand up beneath Logan's shirt and dragged it higher, exposing his stomach so that when he pushed the guy down to the bed, bare skin meeting bare skin. He groaned into the kiss and wormed his way closer as he straddled Logan's thigh and curled over him.

It was electric, the way it felt every time he was close like this. It was like if he could just get a fraction closer, hold him tighter, kiss him deeper, then maybe for a moment he could understand how it felt to be like that. To just let go and...not give a shit.

He never quite seemed to get there.

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Sliding his hands up the other man's chest, Logan pushed the shirt off Jack's shoulders and groaned softly. Even with the shirt out of the way, he found his fingertips roaming over soft skin, exploring every line and tracing every curve of muscle. Memorizing every detail as he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the other man's jaw.

Silently he found himself wondering just how much Jack planned. If the other man could somehow predict his every action to plan out their time together. And if so, what exactly did he have in store for them in the long run? It seemed almost sad to think Jack knew. After all, wasn't half of the fun not knowing?

He seemed thoughtful as he opened his eyes again, dragging his nails slowly down the other man's back. Little details and actions that attempted to break away from what might be expected.