Logan had struggled at first to believe he was anything more to Jack than a good lay. A bit of excitement when there were no dinosaurs to fight or disasters to avoid. Now though? Now Logan knew better, he had for a while, and when Jack called him his... When Jack called him his, Logan felt it.

In return there was no one on the island who he held in the same light as Jack. And while he wasn't committed to the other man in any traditional sense, and definitely not alone in his devotion to the other man, that didn't make Jack any less important to him. Logan had long ago accepted that Jack would never be his the way he was Jack's, and that like it or not, he would always be sharing... but that didn't make him love Jack any less. It didn't change the fact that when Jack touched him or kissed him, the rest of the island simply faded away until it was just them.

It didn't change the fact that at the end of the day, no matter who he flirted with, or even hooked up with, none of them came close to Jack Harkness.

It was disgusting really, and if he hadn't been half hard and busy lapping up every word that fell from the other man's lips, he might have snapped to his senses and shoved his finger down his throat to purge all the romantic sap he'd been gorging himself on lately.