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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 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.