"One time is really one time too many," Logan replied quietly, moving the cloth lower and hesitating before starting to wash Jack's more intimate areas.

His other arm wrapped loosely around Jack's middle, and he held the other man as he scrubbed him, inhaling that scent that was so distinctively Jack.

"I love you," he said, knowing he'd said it a thousand times already that afternoon, but struggling to bite it back this time, "I know I do these fucked up things. I don't even know why sometimes. This stuff I never even thought of doing before we met. But when I do it... you know it's not to hurt you, right? You know I'd stop. If you asked, I'd stop. I'll always stop."