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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 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."

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The Doctor had been one of the first to tell him that...to get him to lose control completely. House liked it, too. Jack could understand, but it didn't make him any more comfortable with doing it. Lost in the moment was one thing...lost completely was something else.

"Amazing," he said, purposefully defying Logan's words and dodging the declaration. "Amazing and beautiful and dirty and wanton. Good word, wanton. Always liked that one."

He laughed and rolled, pinning Logan beneath him so he could duck his chin and lean in to catch lips and fingers, slick and bitter and perfect as he moaned lewdly. It was a sound that coupled perfectly with the obscene way his tongue laved over everything beneath it.

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"Shut up," Logan gasped. "Shut up, shut u-uh."

The feeling of Jack's tongue against his skin made him squirm and buck slightly, his spent cock twitching as he rolled his hips and tried to wriggle away slightly. Not because he didn't want more. He did. He wanted everything, just like he'd said, but he knew they needed to rest eventually, and he wasn't sure his body could handle more. Even though he craved it. Even though every look and touch went straight to his cock, causing him to moan softly and bite his lip.

"I love you," he moaned, knowing in that moment that he could go all night, just like this. Touching and pushing until they were too spent to move. Touching, grabbing, tasting... He wondered just how much they could do in only one night.

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With the harsh edge taken off, Jack found himself drowsy and clumsy as he slowed. He savored every kiss, breaking away to look at Logan before kissing him again. His lips were puffed and stinging by the time he finally stilled and laid down and let his hands take over.

"What do you want, Logan?" he asked. It had been turning over in his head for a while now and just when he thought he'd figured it out, things between them shifted yet again. "From me. Other than sex."

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There were a million answers to that question, each one honest but incomplete. There was no simple way to answer a question like that, and Logan fell silent for a long moment as he tried to wrap it all up in as few words as humanly possible.

"I just... Want you around," he said quietly. "When things aren't okay, I want to know I can come and find you. I want to hear your stories, and I want to make things better for you if I can. I want to be there when you don't want to be alone, or when you need something more than a quick fuck. I want to be important to you. I want to be different than the rest. You don't have to stop being you, I wouldn't want you to be anything else... You can fuck whoever you want, I just want you to love me and to want me. I want to be the one you don't get bored of."

Not that Logan expected Jack to agree to any of it. In fact, he expected the other man to run, knowing he was inching towards something serious. Something he'd been so sure he'd never want again.

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Jack smiled softly and took the time to choose his words carefully. What Logan wanted...it still had no label. For that he was phenomenally grateful. He rolled closer and caught the other man's jaw in his palm to cup his face gently and pull him closer.

"I can do that," he agreed after only moments that felt like eons of silence. "I love you and I want you more than you could possibly understand, Logan. I'm not going to get bored. You keep me on my toes."

He brought his face closer, but rather than kiss him, Jack closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Logan's. It wasn't about sex, even though it was way too easy to fall into bed with the guy. Way too easy. It was the closeness he craved, mainly. The look in Logan's eyes, the constant struggle, the give and take. It was like a tango that kept changing tempo and both of them wanted to lead. A few steps forward, a few steps back, turn and tangle and clash...and the music just kept playing.

"I love you," he said again, so softly that it would have been lost if he hadn't been so close. "Do you get how rare that is?"

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it felt natural to wrap his arms around the other man, the way they were tangled making it hard to tell just who was embracing who. His hand slid up Jack's spine, and he closed his eyes at the second 'I love you', shivering and holding on just a little tighter.

Do you know how rare that is?

No, he didn't even have an inkling, but it didn't matter. Jack could have said it to a million people before him, and it still would have ment something. It still would have made his insides twist in the best sort of way. It would have still left him holding on tightly as he ducked he had and pressed his lips to Jack's throat.

"I love you," he echoed, hoping that the words meant even half as much to Jack as they did to him.

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He tilted his head back and then resettled his jaw against Logan's hair, sighing softly. His arm tightened around the man's body and fingertips lightly drew random patterns as he held on, resolute in his promises...every one of them.

His heart beat strongly in his chest as the weight of those three words sank in and Jack smiled. It wasn't that he hadn't believed it the other times that Logan had told him, it was just that this time...he got it.

"You're way too good for me," he murmured. "You make me want to try to be better."

Which was the only thing that the people he truly loved had in common. They made him want to be a better man, just so they might say that he was worth it. Worth their time. Worth their love. Worth...everything.

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"You don't have to be better," Logan assured him, sighing softly and relaxing against his pillow as he pulled back just enough to look at the other man.

"Tell me you're staying tonight," he murmured. "Tell me you're gonna be the first thing I see tomorrow, and the last thing I see tonight."

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"Oh, I'm staying," Jack replied, as if there could possibly be any other option. He didn't even want to get out of bed, much less get dressed and go.

"If I leave, you never know what might happen. Abducted by wolves. Lost in a snow pile. Break through some ice...anything could happen if I let go and walk out that door," he said, listing off the impossible options Logan had tossed out earlier. "And besides, I'm not sure I could even tie my shoes."

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"Can't have you getting abducted by wolves," Logan replied with a lazy smirk. "I've heard what you do to wasps, god knows what you'd do with a pack of wolves..."

His hand tightened on Jack's hip though, and he held on, pleased that the other man was staying with him. He slept better when Jack was around, and he searched blindly for the covers, tugging them up around them and settling into the plush bed things that seemed to come every year with the sharp chill of winter. The bed toasty and tempting as the fire continued to crackle in the background.

Anyone who didn't know them might have worried they were getting domestic.