for logan

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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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Logan didn't know what he wanted, other than to keep touching Jack. To feel the other man beneath him, around him, near him... Closing his eyes, he sucked softly on the other man's neck, his teeth grazing over skin before he bit down hard.

"I want you," he moaned, his hand slipping away from Jack's cock as he started to kiss his way down the other man's chest. "I want you. I want to taste you. Touch you. I want to see you come."

His lips traveled lower, then lower still, his tongue dipping into the other man's navel as his hands smoothed over the other man's thighs.

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"Jesus, Logan," he sighed, stretching to reach the skin that slipped away as Logan moved down. He settled for raking his fingers through the guy's hair, making it down the back of his neck before drawing them back to feel the way the short hair tickled against his fingertips.

Jack drew one knee up and pressed the leg against Logan's side until his heel dug into the mattress. He used it for leverage as he writhed obscenely beneath the other body and that tongue that was slowly driving him insane.

"Anything you want," he gasped. "I'll do anything...don't even know. Don't care. Anything for you. To you. Logan..." he babbled. He couldn't make a decision, let alone form a solid idea. He just knew that the tension he'd been carrying had turned into the sort that he could at least find some release from. This was nothing he wanted to force away and ignore. This was something he wanted to drown in.

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"Anything I want," Logan echoed, turning his head to nip at the inside of Jack's thigh. "I like the sound of that," he grinned, words slightly muffled by skin as he continued to kiss his way down. His tongue traced over the deep crevice beneath the other man's hipbone, his cheek bumping against Jack's cock, and he moaned wantonly as he rocked against the mattress.

His hand came up slowly, and he stroked Jack once, his head tilted to the side and his lips against the shaft as fingers worked warm and eager flesh. Every last movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were practicing driving Jack mad. Every touch hinting at the fact that he could be doing more, without ever actually doing it, coaxing the other man into joining in.

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Jack dug his fingers into his thigh and when that wasn't enough he dropped it to the bed and fisted the sheets. He gave in to a shallow, panting gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He took the torment as long as he could, then let go of the bed and wrapped his hand around Logan's to make him squeeze harder or stroke faster. Anything.

"P-please," he whispered, hips bucking up sharply. "Logan...come on..."

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"I like it when you say please," Logan smirked, his breath hot against the other man's cock, his tongue darting out to taste him. Letting go, he batted Jack's hand away and lifted his head, dragging his tongue up the underside of the other man's shaft before taking the tip between his lips.

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"Please," he groaned, only having half heard Logan's words. His hand fell away but returned, fingers seeking the sensation of hair tangled around his fingers. It took moments before he could break away from the pinpoint focus on the feeling of Logan's tongue and open his eyes and look down the length of his body. "So beautiful," he whispered, all air and no voice. "Deeper. You look so good with my cock in your mouth."

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Logan's skin turned slightly pink at Jack's words, and he closed his eyes as he took the other man a little deeper, his hands moving up to rest on Jack's hips. He didn't go too far though, his teeth grazing over skin as he silently bated Jack into joining in a little more, getting a tiny thrill from the fact that he knew he could make Jack snap a little if he got too cocky or withheld what he wanted just long enough.

It was part of what he found so stimulating about the other man, the fact that he knew if he pushed, Jack would eventually push back. Jack didn't simply let him do what he wanted, he didn't back off and he didn't just lay back and take it. There was a balance, a strange structure, and it was... perfect. He was hardly sucking in the end, his lips teasing Jack's erection as he waited to see what the other man would do about it, almost smirking around his mouthful as he rocked against the mattress again.

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Jack's breathing became so shallow that he was hardly breathing at all. He rocked his hips slowly as tension built from his ass to his ribs and settled and burned between his legs. The way he nudged his dick into Logan's mouth and the wet slip around just the head keyed him up until he had to draw a deep breath. His fingers curled in Logan's hair, tugging sharply as he pushed down and thrust into the teasing heat of that mouth and choked out Logan's name.

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Logan would have grinned around the other man's cock if he could have, feeling smug even as he gagged a little. He took him as deep as he could, the other man's dick nudging the back of his throat before he pulled back, dragging his teeth up the other man's cock before it slipped out of his mouth.

"Your turn," he decided, pushing his pants down and eventually slipping them off completely and kicking them to the floor. Crawling up the other man's body he straddled Jack's chest as he took himself in hand. He could never be sure how Jack would react when he tried to take control, but that never stopped him from doing it, and he wet his lips and he held onto the headboard with one hand and nudged his cock against the other man's lips.

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He groaned in protest at the loss but it shifted mid-breath to a deep moan when Logan's weight pushed him into the mattress. He shifted so he could curl his arms around the guy, elbows tight to Logan's hips and his forearms pressed to his back. He pulled at him as he parted his lips and lifted his head to swirl his tongue around the tip and tracked the ridge before he sealed his lips and sucked Logan in deep.

He didn't fight at all, but there was no way to mistake what he did as passive. Lifting and pulling, his mouth plunged down to take him in and drew back and let his lips drag along the shaft. He let one hand drop so he could massage Logan's ass for a second before smacking him lightly to get him to thrust harder.

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Hips jerking forward, Logan gasped as he sank deeper into the other man's mouth, moaning and beginning to thrust a little faster. When Jack started to take control though, he jerked away, growling as he tried to hold Jack down by his shoulders and thrust harder, fucking the other man's mouth in an attempt at dominance.

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Jack let his lips go slack when Logan rose and shifted and drove into his throat ruthlessly. Both hands dropped to the guy's ass, palming each cheek and holding on as the muscle flexed hard and softened beneath his grip. He refused to gag, struggling to keep Logan from choking him while he urged him on with his tongue and involuntary moans.

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Logan kept going, moaning as his fingers slid up to tangle in Jack's hair, twisting and tugging as his hips continued to twitch. Every now and then he would pull back, only to thrust in again, the pleasure building low in his gut.

"God, Jack," he groaned. "Fuck, I love your mouth. Come on," he panted, biting his lip and shuddering as he forced himself to pull back. Jack had done it to him so many times, and as he took himself in hand, he suddenly understood why. Beyond the pleasure, there was a rush that came with seeing himself spill across the other man's chin and lips, and groaned softly as his shoulders shook and he hunched over slightly.

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He looked positively serene as he lay still, come striping his face and running toward the pillow down his cheeks. Licking his lips clean, there was no way to hide the twitch of a smile that tugged the corner of his mouth higher.

His heart was pounding and his balls fucking ached as he forced himself to keep his hands on Logan's ass rather than take himself in hand or reach up to wipe his face off. He only opened his eyes a fraction and whispered hoarsely, "Keep going."

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"Why should I?" Logan asked catching his breath and grinning as he knelt beside the other man, ducking his head and nuzzling his neck. "I got what I wanted. Maybe I should make you wait until tomorrow. Maybe I should make you wait until I'm hard again," he murmured.

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"As tempting as that sounds, I don't see how you're going to make me do anything," Jack purred. He reached up to wipe his face, licking his fingers before he dragged his hand across the sheet, caught it, and pulled to roll against Logan. He propped himself up on his elbow and rested his head in his hand as his eyes wandered over the bare body before him.

Fuck, he was beautiful. He lacked a lot of definition, but he was fit and lean and Jack could have spent hours on him. Actually, he had spent hours, just not all at once. He traced a finger down Logan's thigh and smiled.

"It's not going to take you until tomorrow to get hard again, is it?"

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"Dunno, maybe... I guess it depends on how interested you can make me," Logan smirked, flopping onto his back and stretching out.

"You look good with my come on your face," he added with a grin. "I can't look even half as good as you do like that. You look like the poster boy for filth, man. Naked and flushed..."

His tongue trailed over his bottom lip, and it was clear that he was remembering it clearly, his hand trailing over his stomach as his eyes raked over Jack's body. "Though you look good no matter what."

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Jack inched closer until he was pressed against Logan. He reached out to draw lazy circles on his chest, toy with his nipples, and just...touch. His fingers itched to just touch him and hold him and keep him like this.

"You say the sweetest things," he said. "Poster boy for filth. That's almost as good as God Of Fuck. I think..." Jack leaned closer to put his lips next to Logan's ear.

"...you like that you get to do things with me like that. Not everyone likes it. Or wants it. Or will beg you for it. You're a dirty little..." he said, his whisper low and deep, the words ending abruptly when he pressed lips and teeth to Logan's pulse and sucked.

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Moaning, Logan closed his eyes, his head tipping to the side to give Jack more room. After all, it wasn't as if he could argue. It was all true. Logan loved it, loved knowing that there was no chance of pushing too far when it came to Jack. No real reason to be embarrassed or unsure when it came to asking for what he wanted. Chances were that he'd never in a million years manage to suggest something Jack hadn't already seen and done.

Part of him almost hated the other man for that. If only because there was no chance of him ever finding another bed partner like him. Not unless the island suddenly became flooded with time agents anyway.

"Say it," he whispered. "I like it when you say it. I like it when you talk to me like that. No one else gets to talk to me the way you do, or treat me the way you do... You're the only person who can make me feel beautiful and disgusting at the same time, Jack. It's... It's amazing."

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Nuzzled against Logan's neck with the utmost affection, lips brushing the darkening mark he'd just raised beneath the guy's ear, Jack hummed soft approval.

"Slut," he said tenderly, making it nearly an endearment. "You're such a dirty little bitch and you don't even know it. I see how you look when I spread you and fuck you. You need it. You love it. And you love doing it. Fucking me like you own me. Tying me down and taking over." His voice grew rougher and he reached out to grip Logan's wrist and pull his hand against Jack's cock, heavy and hot as he ground against him.

"No one would ever know by looking at you that you moan like a whore in bed. Better than that...you make me fucking weak. Make me want you to do anything you want, just to get you to say my name..."

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Moaning, Logan wrapped his fingers around the other man's cock, stroking him slowly as his skin flushed again and his body curved towards the other man's. He was spent and worn out, but Jack's words still sent a familiar rush right through him, causing him to tighten his grip and gasp.

"God, Jack," he whimpered, forcing his eyes to stay open as he tried to focus on the other man's face. "You have no idea how amazing you are. The way you look, the way you sound. Just looking at you fills my head with all these thoughts... These things I never thought about before we- Before you. You're sick, the things you do and say, things that only the cheapest whores would do, you make it all seem so good. It doesn't matter if you're tied to my bed or holding me down, you're perfect either way. My Captain, the whore... Promise me there's always going to be something new to learn. Promise me that you won't let this stop being fun."

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Considering that it hadn't been long since they had been most certainly not having fun, Jack was more relieved than he'd admit to hear Logan say that. He trailed kisses along Logan's jaw to his chi and moved to catch his lower lip between careful teeth and pull before letting go abruptly.

"There is always something new," he assured him. "It all depends on how far you'll take it. How much you want it. For as long as you want to have fun? I'll be around. I'll be...I'll...shit, Logan, right there...don't stop," he gasped as he jerked into the solid grip. Jack wasn't willing to make much more of a commitment to the guy, not in any quaint label sort of way, but even through the fog that threatened to overtake him as Logan pulled him closer to the edge he had enough control to say the words that meant something to him.

"I...promise."

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That was all Logan needed to hear, and his hand moved faster as he leaned in. "I'll go as far as you're willing to take me," he replied, sealing his lips over Jack's and kissing him hard as he put everything he had into making the other man come.

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That level of trust, the faith it took to be that willing to go along into the complete unknown, that was what did Jack in faster than any touch or look. He kissed Logan back fervently, shivering as he came undone and spilled in the grip. Gasping into the kiss, he choked out single words. Logan. Love. Fuck. Want. Baby. Love. Please. Yes. Words strung together between breaths and licks, sucking lips and clashing tongues that meant nothing and everything all at once.

Jack shuddered once, then again, then went still, his kisses coming slower and softer as the need ebbed. It seemed like it was over so fast...until he recalled how long it had been since he'd caught Logan in the hallway. When he thought like that, it had taken a remarkably long time. For them.

"Amazing," he murmured. "Just...gods. I love you. You're fucking amazing."

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"Shut up," Logan whispered, laughing softly as he trailed his fingers through the other man's come and looked up to meet Jack's eyes with his own.

Logan had never liked the taste of it, but that didn't stop him from bringing his fingers to his lips to he could lick them clean. Just another oddity to add to the list when it came to Jack. One more thing to not understand. How doing something he'd never enjoyed could suddenly feel so erotic. Sometimes he wondered if Jack had something hidden up his sleeve that made it easier to relax.

Not that he often had a shirt on when they were together.

"I love it when you lose control like that. When you let go. It's kind of beautiful. Sexy."