"You'll get there. I rub off on people," he said softly as he ducked to drag his lips along Logan's collarbone and worried the dark bruise he'd left. Rolling his hips, Jack groaned at the friction and the pressure that only increased with Logan's leg on him. If they kept this up much longer, he was sure he wouldn't feel guilty if he just spread him and rolled him up...although the razor edge was gone so he could at least take his time.
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Date: 2008-12-25 07:17 pm (UTC)