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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 door practically erupted open as Jack rushed in, one hand jammed under his arm.

"I about froze my dick off," he declared, then noticed Logan in his coat. There was snow in his hair and he'd tucked the other hand in the opposite underarm as he shivered. "That looks good on you."

The cold had clearly frozen something other than his dick. Jack was more like himself, as if he'd left the introspection out in the cold. If it was as easy as that to let go of, he absolutely would have, but he'd only used the moments alone, shivering in the chill air to find a way to push the memories and feelings back where they belonged.

"I liked the pea coat, too."

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Turning, Logan eyed jack suspiciously, as if somewhere between the door and whatever snow pile he'd just pissed all over, he'd been abducted by aliens and replaced by an impostor. A happy impostor.

His eyes narrowed a little, but he didn't say anything about it as he shrugged off the coat.

"It looks better on you," he said, holding it out in offering and chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Look, Jack, how about... How about we start again? If I could forget all that stuff that just happened, I would. So let's just pretend it didn't happen and... try again. Unless you just want to call it a night."

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Jack took the coat and tossed it aside carelessly. Before it even settled over the chair, Jack had stepped closer. He hesitated for a heartbeat and then closed the rest of the distance and dropped his head to Logan's shoulder.

"I'm tired," he admitted quietly. "I'm tired and I hate talking about that shit because it's always there, Logan. I get that you want to know..."

His hand tentatively rested against Logan's waist as he leaned a little heavier against the guy, begging with pressure and stance for Logan to just keep him upright.

"I can give you a book," he continued. "The Time Agency training manual. If you want to read it. And if you really wanted to forget any of this ever happened, Ianto and Tosh have the Retcon that Torchwood uses to erase the memories of people." He huffed a bitter laugh and shook his head slowly against Logan's body. "Fucking irony, there...in my future, I create something to strip memories. Must mean I get less bitter about the Agency, huh?"

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Logan was smaller than Jack. Not quite as broad or strong as the other man. Still, when Jack sagged against him, he managed to take the extra weight, holding him up and closing his eyes.

"Maybe," he replied. "Or maybe you just use it because you have to or something. The greater good or whatever. ...Still, as nice as it would be to forget, I don't think I could do that."

His arms tightened around the other man, and he slowly tugged him towards the bed. "Come on, let's just get some sleep, okay?"

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"Yeah, okay," he agreed, following along. It wasn't until they were in the room that he pulled away from Logan enough to look at him directly.

"I am sorry," he said again. "And I don't want to go to sleep. You can, if you're tired. I'll stay. I just...I can't sleep. Not now."

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"You don't have to be sorry, I just... Look, let's just drop it. I thought we weren't talking about it anymore," Logan said, starting to unbutton his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders. "You don't have to sleep, just lay down with me for a while. I don't want you walking home while you're upset."

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Jack nodded and started to undo the rest of the buttons, tugging his shirt tail free in the process. He desperately wanted to drop it, but more than that--he wanted to make it right. He knew, deep down, there was no making it right. It was just another piece of the mess that kept piling up around them.

"What do you think would happen to me?" he asked, smiling at how sweet it sounded. Concerned and caring. It was...nice. "Other than I'd wind up with just the cat, and she steals the blankets."

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"You could get lost," Logan said slowly, reaching out to touch the freshly exposed skin. "You might take a wrong turn and end up in a snow pile. You could get abducted by wolves, or step out onto one of the frozen lakes and end up under the ice... It's safer here," Logan decided, offering a small smirk of a smile. Knowing Jack would be just fine really, but more than happy to make up reasons for him to stay.

"You really have a drug that makes people forget?" he asked after a moment, smoothing his hands up the other man's chest as he stepped in closer.

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"Yeah. Well, no. I had some, but I gave it to Tosh. Not gave it to her...I gave her the bottle because she got pissed at me for thinking about taking them after I found out what a bastard I become. They showed up in an attache case full of files and journals from my future. Stealing babies, covering up death-by-alien, a picture of a wife I eventually have. I think it was meant to be taken after I'd read through it all, but I never did. Ianto...he got a full bottle. Enough to wipe a whole day for everyone on the island. Or, you know, a whole year from one person," he explained, the sensation of Logan's hands lulling him toward calm and mindless. He rarely let himself indulge in this sort of thing, but this was the sort of lack of control he was okay with. The kind where he didn't have to think because he had someone to lean on.

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"A whole year?" Logan echoed, trying not to sound as interested as he was.

Leaning in, he kissed his way up Jack's jaw, taking his time before pulling back and pushing the other man back towards the mattress. "So, in theory, if something really fucked up happened, you could just give the other person a pill and... And it would be like it never happened?" he asked, moving to straddle the other man as he started on Jack's pants.

"Sounds shady."

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"I guess. I'm not sure," he admitted between soft gasps as Logan stripped him. "In the reels, Gwen remembers, but it's a rare thing. One in eight hundred thousand, or something. But it's supposed to do just that. Make you think you've just lost a day. A couple suggestions to convince you that you maybe went drinking, or had a fall, spent the day you don't remember in emergent care...that's what the files cover. I really don't know. That's not my life, it's theirs."

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"Maybe you're better off here then," Logan suggested, jerking the other man's pants down with a grin, his movements rough and his touchs soft.

"You have no idea how hard it was to hold back before, when we were playing around, pretending we didn't know each other. Next time we role play, it better involve getting naked fast."

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"You look so good dressed like that," Jack said, reaching for Logan's shoulders just to touch him. "Crisp. Confident. Like you could just as easily shoot someone as ask them if they know about Jesus." Jack chuckled softly, arching up off the bed to meet every brush of Logan's hands.

"I can't wait for another party...I want to see you in a tux."

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"Shut up," Logan snorted, smoothing his hands up Jack's bare thighs. "You know it's nearly Christmas, you could just ask for anything you want," he pointed out, leaning over and pressing his lips to Jack's chest. "I have been in the giving mood lately..."

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"Oh, yeah?" he asked, grinning as he brought his chin to his chest so he could look at Logan. This was more like it. This was how things should be. Not bullshit and scheming and flying blind. He liked the Logan he knew far more than the one he didn't...no matter how well dressed.

"You mean right now? Or for Christmas? Because I was thinking that it's been way too long since I kissed you."

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"How about both?" Logan replied, crawling up Jack's body slowly, his lips just over the other man's.

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Jack dragged rough hands down Logan's arms and smiled at him, even though he was so close he was out of focus. "Right now, this is good," he whispered. "And for Christmas..."

He had no idea. Gifts were something he never asked for and something that always surprised him. Everything in his hut, things he kept for whatever reason, most of them had been gifts given freely for whatever reason. Birthday. Christmas. Just because. He knew the traditions and the things soldiers in the wars wanted. A quick end, a hot meal, a soft bed.

"I want a pony. And a red bicycle. And a toy train. And a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator."

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"I was thinking I'd just give you a blowjob, but if you'd rather have a pony, that's all you man. I am, however, limiting the list to things I can pronounce and don't have to look up," Logan laughed, pressing his lips lightly to the other man's and kissing him softly. "Really though, I offer you anything and all you want is a kiss? I'm not sure if I should be flattered or checking for a fever."

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"I like kissing you," he replied as his hands moved up to the round of the guy's shoulders and pulled him closer. "I could kiss you for hours. Just close my eyes and get lost in how you taste and feel. Not that I wouldn't want to do more, I just...yeah. Kiss you."

His words were softly spoken even though he was breathing harder every time his lips brushed Logan's. He was perfectly content to lay supine and soft beneath the other man, breathing and touching with unhurried ease.

"But if you want to suck my cock, I won't stop you," he added as he tipped his hips and groaned at the friction. "Ohhh, gods, I won't stop you."

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"Your jaw would start to hurt if you kept kissing me for that long," Logan laughed, though that didn't stop him from ducking his head and kissing the other man soundly. His hands slid down Jack's torso, and he moaned softly, proving wordlessly that kissing Jack was something he liked as well.

The thick cotton of his dress pants didn't leave much room, and he squirmed a little as he rocked down against Jack, his erection throbbing as it brushed against Jack's thigh through layers of fabric.

For a moment, he felt so totally in control, strong and powerful. Like for once he had been the one to make things better. It was a total power trip, and his hand came to rest against Jack's throat, holding the other man in place as he rocked a little harder against him.

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Jack groaned and the sound vibrated softly against Logan's grip. As he lifted his chin just a little, his fingers dug into those shoulders a little harder. Lifting and writhing against Logan was all he could think to do, every other thought vanishing from his mind. Nothing that happened earlier, nothing from his past--just here and now and this.

"Want you," he murmured, pulling at Logan in a vain attempt to get closer. "So much." His nails bit into the smooth skin for a second before he let go and brought his hands lower, working to wedge them between their bodies the fumble with Logan's fly.

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"I know, I want you too," Logan gasped in reply, batting Jack's hands away when he didn't get the zipper open fast enough.

Shoving his pants down his boxers were close behind, and there was hardly a pause as he took them both in hand, Freeing Jack's cock as wel and stroking them slowly, his hips bucking as he held on tightly to the other man's arm.

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A soft gasp accompanied a sharp thrust into Logan's grip. Hot, dry skin slid easily and Jack's eyes rolled back as his lids fluttered closed. With his hands useless and unneeded, he drew slow circles against Logan's ass with light fingertips.

"Lo...Logan," he pleaded with the only word he could think of. It was quiet and tight, growing more so as he pressed his throat tighter to the guy's hand when he tilted his head back farther. A wave of pure need washed over him, those fifty-first century pheromones escaping unchecked.

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"Tell me what you want, Jack," Logan gasped, ducking his head and burying his face against Jack's neck as he inhaled deeply. His hand went still and he squeezed roughly. "Tell me what should happen next. You're the captain after all, you should know. You're the one who always has control and a plan."

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"I don't know," he admitted, his voice a strained moan. "Just don't stop. Do anything...just don't stop." A chill crept down his back and spread across his shoulders leaving tingling anticipation in its wake. Sure, given a minute he could come up with a plan, but at the moment it was perfect the way it was. Logan was close, they were both warm and thinking things through was at the bottom of his list.