more_flexible | For Logan

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.

He shoved Logan back and rose so he had enough leverage to keep him that way. Insinuating himself between Logan's legs, he took a knee to his ribs and grunted softly. Skin slapped softly against skin as he reached and grabbed and held and pushed, fighting Logan off and working hard to get him subdued.

"Knock it off," he snapped. "Take it like a bitch."

"If that thing goes near me, I swear, I'll make sure you can't use your dick for a week," Logan growled, using the fact that Jack's legs were between his to his advantage as he squeezed them tight and rolled them over.

"Give it," he demanded, grabbing Jack's face in one hand and squeezing as he tried to force the other man's mouth open.

He struggled and reached for Logan's face to push him away as he locked his jaw shut with the candy pressed between tongue and palate.

"Fuck off," he said tightly. "Not sticking my dick in an ass full of candy, anyhow."

Jack twisted and pushed, lifted and pulled, wrestling with Logan. It didn't take long before he was fighting just to fight, the end not remotely tied to the means anymore.

"Son of a- Fuck"

Logan had been very sure he was winning, but then Jack's hand was in his face and they were rolling the other way. The fight wasn't as violent as some of their past tussles had been, slapping rather than hitting, shoving rather than trying to break one another's noses for a change... Though it was still rough.

Falling onto his back, he struggled to shove Jack off, trying to ignore how aroused he felt every time the other man raised his voice. He'd always had a slight thing for authority, despite how often he tended to rebel against it, but there was still no way in hell he was letting Jack win.

"Candy loving, cock sucking, fucking... fucker," he growled.

Jack moved faster, his smacks more precise. He kept shoving Logan down to the mattress every chance he got, but it was rare as he slapped away quick hands and rough knees. He rolled and twisted again and got the upper hand for a half-second. It was all he needed. He put a firm hand in the middle of Logan's back and shoved him, face down, onto the bed and made a grab for the back of the man's neck to hold him in place.

"Stop!" he barked. "You're going to fucking love this."

He sucked his finger loudly for a moment, then the wet digit wormed its way in between Logan's cheeks, fighting clenched muscle every millimeter.

It was the hand on his neck that did it, his body going still as if trained. Jack had no way of knowing exactly what sort of emotions the touch triggered, how it left Logan feeling small and out of control. Helpless. Even though now he was much more than the boy he'd been when Aaron had used it to control him.

One simple touch that for nearly seventeen years had been the only warning he'd ever had that something bad was going to happen. The only way he'd ever known to stay still and take whatever punishment his father saw fit.

Laying still, he didn't even squirm away as Jack slipped one finger inside of him, his cheeks red and his body tense and tight as he focused on Jack's scent and voice, refusing to let Aaron ruin anything else for him.

As soon as he had his finger buried to the knuckle, he let go of Logan's neck and twisted his hand to catch his hair.

"You trust me," he said, a sharp declaration rather than a question. His fingers in the guy's hair curled and tugged and he pulled his other hand back from the violation and stroked the tender skin gently.

"Now...hold still. I promise...you'll love this."

Logan didn't fight. In fact, he hardly moved other than to tip his head back slightly to relieve the pull on his hair.

Shivering, he hesitated and then spread his legs slightly, offering himself to the other man and quietly hoping he was right to place so much trust in Jack Harkness.

"Okay," he replied softly.

Jack let go of Logan's hair and twisted the other way, facing his feet. Slow and steady hands gripped his ass and kneaded, spreading him slowly. There had been enough build up to it and Jack dropped, flicking his tongue along the crack, taunting until he reached the entrance. His fingers moved in and pulled him wider so that he could drive his tongue in, sliding and darting, pressing and laving against the sensitive skin.

But that was all. Nothing unusual or different and certainly nothing but the warmth of his remarkably talented tongue. There wasn't even the faint sound of the candy clacking against his teeth as his mouth moved, expert and obscene.

Logan had tensed again, but when it became clear that Jack had no intention of violating him with any sort of confection, he relaxed. Moaning softly, his toes curled, and he twitched and clenched as he tried not to arch up.

It was nothing like he'd expected, considering that Jack had been on his knees only moments ago, asking him if he wanted to be hurt. It was nothing like that at all. It was gentle, rewarding, and he melted against the bedsheets with a moan.

"God, Jack..."

He kept it up until his jaw ached and his tongue was heavy. Before stopping entirely, Jack dragged his lips over the curve of Logan's ass, bit into the supple flesh once, and then rolled him over.

"You put up a hell of a fight," he grinned. "I swallowed the fucking thing a long time ago." Jack sat up and looked at the table and found the peppermint he'd wanted earlier. Popping it in his mouth, he rolled it around and then bit down sharply to crack it before he twisted to brush his lips against Logan's.

"You want to keep fighting?"

"Not right now," Logan replied, stretching out lazily as he returned the kiss. Though his words didn't promise much, only that for the time being he'd calm down. ...At least until Jack did something he didn't like.

"You're kinda hot when you get pissed though," he grinned. "When you raise your voice, it goes straight to my..."

He cut himself off by kissing Jack harder, sitting up slightly so he could seal his lips over the other man's.

Jack didn't need him to finish the thought. His kiss was careful so he wouldn't lose any of the candy, but his hand was sure and true as he reached for Logan's cock and gripped firmly. He squeezed gently rather than stroke, milking him until he was solid in Jack's grip.

"Thought...you didn't like be...being bossed around," he managed between kisses. The peppermint was melting quickly and he was nearly ready. He wanted Logan practically begging, though, before he did anything else.

"I'm making an exception," Logan moaned, bucking up into Jack's hand impatiently. "Just- for you. For now."

He could taste the mint in Jack's mouth, and he licked his lips as he whimpered and bucked up again, his hand closing over Jack's as he tried to get more from the other man.

"Mmm, okay. Just this once," he purred. Jack pulled back and crunched the peppermint until there was nothing left, his mouth stinging and tingling. He squeezed Logan's dick hard and grinned at him.

"Keep your hands to yourself," he ordered, then twisted back around and closed his mouth around the head, his fist gripping the shaft tightly. He sucked for a moment, swallowed, then parted his lips and took a long, slow, cool breath...making the peppermint burn slowly and freeze lightly at the same time.

Letting his hands fall to his sides, Logan's fingers tangled in the bedsheets as Jack's lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. The sensation of peppermint against soft skin made him graon and then whimper, his fingers tightening in the fabric as he whined softly and found himself torn between wanting to buck up and pull away.

"Shit," he gasped.

The grip loosened and Jack let his hand fall away so that he could work on swallowing as much of Logan's cock as he could. As long as his lips stayed tight around him, it was limited to a slight tingle, but when he took a breath, the shock the candy created was fucking electric.

For every moan of pleasure, there was a gasp of shock, and Logan whimpered as he struggled to stay true to his word and simply obey Jack's orders. Even though he wanted to. He wanted to give Jack that power without a fight or an argument. Just for now.

"Please," he panted, still clawing at the sheets, wanting nothing more than to let go and hold onto jack instead. "It- it kinda-it burns. A little, it burns," he panted.

"Mmhmm," he murmured, the sound vibrating in his throat and carrying through to Logan's cock. Jack kept his lips closed, sucking, swallowing, licking until the peppermint faded, and then the sweetness faded away, too. By then, the only anguish came from his tongue, the motion,and the fact that he made sure none of it was enough to get Logan to come.

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