more_flexible | For Logan

Logan gasped softly, rocking back before he could stop himself and nearly missing what Jack had said. In fact, if Jack hadn't used tone, chances were his words would have slipped by unnoticed.

"I didn't like it," Logan answered, his shoulders tensing a little as he spoke. Though that wasn't completely true, and he swallowed before clearing his throat to quietly explain himself. "I mean... it made me feel like I was just being used. You were fucking me, but I couldn't get any real pleasure, you know? And I just wanted... more. It was humiliating. ...Except sometimes I don't mind that. Sometimes, when you come on me, or when you- When you do stuff with the spreader or the plug, it's embarrassing, but not bad. Like... I like it. I like it when you push too. When it feels like I have no choice. I get this rush when you hold me down. Sometimes I push just to see if I can get you to do it," he admitted. "To see if you'll lose your temper and just... And I mean, I know you won't. That you'd never hurt me, I just... I dunno. It's stupid. Forget I said anything."

Shaking his head, he turned to face Jack again, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I should finish getting washed before the water gets cold," he said, reaching to take the cloth.

"Stand still," Jack commanded, holding the cloth back, out of reach. "You fucked me with candy and then came on me...and using you that way didn't do anything for you? Liar. I felt you jerk every time I hit here..." His finger was warm as it slid in against the pucker, rubbing slowly against it and pressing the ring of muscle enough to make Logan clench.

"Like it or not, I make you feel good he purred. "That's what it is, isn't it? It feels good and you like it and it just makes you feel fucking dirty. I could do anything to you and as long as it feels good, as long as it makes you moan and squirm, you'll come back for more. My nasty little slut...don't ever wonder why I like you best, baby."

Embarrassed and ashamed, Logan glanced away, fighting against his body's instinct to rock back against Jack's finger.

"Shut up," he said quietly, swallowing hard and clearing his throat again. "Just shut up, Jack."

"Yeah, I better or I'll never get you cleaned up," he agreed, his voice husky and soft against Logan's neck. He dipped the cloth again and dropped to his knees, thoroughly cleaning Logan's legs and then rising a little as he took special care to clean up his cock. Slowly. Firmly. He looked up from his low vantage point and licked his lips.

"Do you want me to hurt you, Logan?" he asked, the question all the more strange when asked by the man kneeling at his feet.

Logan had been looking at everything but Jack, his head turning slightly as he forced himself to push away his embarrassment and look at the other man again.

His gut told him not to answer the question. To keep his wants and thoughts bundled up safely inside where no one would ever see them or hear them. Where no one would be able to judge him or question why such a fucked up kid would want such fucked up things.

It was Jack though, and he trusted Jack. Enough that he let his guard drop slightly as he quietly answered, "Sometimes."

Just one word, but it said so much. More than Logan liked to think about.

Jack rose as high as he could and pressed his lips to Logan's stomach in a tender kiss. He dipped his tongue into his navel as he continued to wash him off, eventually rising to his feet again.

Looking Logan square in the eyes, Jack nodded. "You've got to tell me how...I don't want to fuck up again, like I did the other day. I know what I like. Or don't hate. And I'm good with pain. I just need to know," he said softly before he closed the distance and kissed him with lips ghosting lightly against lips.

"God, Jack, I don't... I don't know, okay? And that was different. I just don't want to be drugged. Ever. I don't care what else you do. ...I trust you. I really trust you, Jack. If you manages to cross that line, I'd let you know somehow," Logan promised. "You have a free pass to do what you want."

He trailed kisses along Logan's jaw and then down his neck. The cloth fell into the water with a quiet plop and he had his hands gripping the man's wrist's tightly, holding them at his sides. Jack carved a warm, wet track along the muscle and cord of Logan's neck, then suddenly bit into the junction of his neck and shoulder. He felt the skin tighten between his teeth and closed his lips around the mouthful of flesh. He held on, pulling Logan's arms down and holding them in place at his hips until he was sure there would be a bruise.

Logan had leaned in at first, moaning softly at the feeling of Jack's mouth on his throat. It made his cock jump and his body arch forward, and he groaned quietly... Until Jack's teeth sank in.

Soft sounds became a sharp cry, and he jerked hard in Jack's grip, gasping and twisting as he tried to hide the fact that his cock was still twitching and reacting to the other man's every touch.

By the time he stopped biting, he could feel deep wells left behind by his teeth when he soothed the spot with his tongue. He stopped gradually and pulled back and surveyed the mark and when he was satisfied it would remain for a few days, he let go of Logan's wrists.

"You want to go back to bed?"

Logan whimpered softly, reaching up to touch the mark as he looked at jack and nodded a little.

"Yeah, I do," he said softly.

Jack swallowed audibly and stepped closer. His hands came to rest on Logan's hips and he walked backward, pulling Logan along.

"I'm just going to have to wash you off again..."

"Ditto," Logan replied simply, holding on lightly to Jack as they shuffled through the hut, leaning in to kiss him occasionally. He didn't care if they tripped or fell, so long as he got to touch and taste, already wound up tight again as his fingertips explored damp skin.

The cold made him shiver, but that was just another excuse to press closer. An excuse he took full advantage of.

He pulled Logan closer roughly and bodily moved him onto the bed, following him down. A low growl escaped when he hoisted Logan's weight around, treating him like a rag doll.

"That mark looks good on you," he rasped, prodding it with his fingers. "Looks like my mouth...and it'll last for days..."

Logan winced when Jack prodded the dark bruise, fighting out of instinct, rather than any actual desire to get away.

"Marking your territory, Jack?" he asked. "Can't claim what isn't really yours you know."

He smiled slowly and met Logan's eyes. "You're really mine," he said softly, dangerous and affectionate all at once. "My favorite mess. My...something. Logan. Baby." His grin twisted sinister and he reached for the man's shoulders to hold him down. "Mine enough to be worth marking."

Jack's tone made something inside of him knot up tightly, aroused and unsure all at once. He knew what he'd asked for, and he had no doubt that Jack would give it to him. But in that moment, laying pinned beneath Jack and looking up at that grin,Logan wasn't sure he'd made the wisest request.

But no, he trusted Jack. The man had saved his life after all, and after a moment he stopped struggling.

"Yours," he agreed. "Just like you're mine. My... something. My Captain. ...My Jack."

Jack dropped and kissed him hard, tongue and teeth claiming Logan's mouth. His hands slipped away from the shoulders to hold the guy's face and the brutality faded incrementally until the power of Logan's words melted him from the inside out.

"My favorite," he repeated on a whisper against Logan's lips. Jack's possessive tendencies were unlike those of most people. Logan had absolute freedom and in no way did Jack own him...but he'd made a promise more to himself than to Logan. He'd sworn when Ace vanished there wouldn't be anyone else he kept this close.

It was a good thing he knew himself so well. He lied to everyone--himself most of all. Now that he'd fallen into it, called the man Mine and marked him so distinctly, Jack's devotion was a force of nature.

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.

Jack devoured Logan's lips until he could hardly stand it anymore, then pulled away to take a breath. He let go of the guy's face and one hand moved to catch a wrist...but the other simply shifted and took hold of him by the throat.

"You're such a fucking tramp. You're already hard and all I did was kiss you," he said, squeezing very gently. Just enough for Logan to feel it.

Tipping his head back, Logan swallowed hard, Jack's hand making it only slightly difficult to do so. Locking eyes with the other man, Logan smirked as he rocked up slightly, letting Jack hold him down even as he squirmed wantonly.

"That's fresh, coming from a whore like you. At least I don't have sweets shoved up my ass. You should have seen yourself, Jack, Ass in the air, begging for more. Such a slut."

His eyes darted to the table where there was still plenty of candy lying around. He licked his lips slowly and reached for a jawbreaker the size of a marble and held it up.

"Don't knock it until you try it," he said as he popped it in his mouth and began to move down Logan's body.

Logan's brow creased, and he watched Jack curiously, sure that this wasn't what they'd been talking about when they'd headed into the bedroom. He knew enough to guess what Jack had in mind though, and his legs snapped together as he drew his knees up to try and stop Jack from going ahead with his plan.

"Don't you dare," he warned.

Jack caught the candy between his teeth and looked up at Logan from beneath his lashes. He laid his hands on the knees locked together and pulled, forcing Logan's legs apart with more strength than he ever exerted, although he always had the potential to do so.

"Oh, I dare," he replied, his words a bit unclear since his teeth were fixed as they held the jawbreaker. "Since you don't have another lollipop..."

The look on Logan's face made it clear that it wasn't happening without a tussle, and though Jack managed to spread his legs, Logan still sat up and attempted to fight the other man off. Despite the playful nature of the brawl though, he didn't hold back, and it was clear that if Jack wanted to do what he had in mind, he'd have to do more than tell Logan to lay still this time. After all, Logan had some dignity left. ...Somewhere.

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