Logan post-party

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Jack still felt like such an idiot. How could he make such a simple error in his math? It was simple counting, it wasn't like equations to determine temporal travel across the galaxy. He'd sucked it up and everyone had let him off easy, but he still felt...stupid.

But he did have a gift for Logan and he had a light dinner in the refrigerator. Of course, before they did anything else, Jack needed to tidy up the house. There were still tiny shoes that lit up and small pairs of underpants and shorts strewn around. He'd planned a simple night with dinner, presents, and then dragging Logan to bed. Little boy clothes didn't exactly set the mood.

It wasn't until he'd tossed the last bit of little boy's clothing into the laundry bag that he remembered Logan had said something about Jack making up for his mistake. He wondered what his twenty-four year old husband had meant exactly.

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Logan came in after he'd said his last goodbyes, and he was carrying what was left of the cake and booze- both of which he had every intention of keeping and enjoying.

"Cleaning up?" he asked, putting it all in the fridge and then heading over to the other man.

"Forget it. This place is clean enough. Just tell me what you want to do first. Gifts or..."

He trailed off and swatted Jack on the ass, giving him a hint as to what he had in store for him.

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Jack gasped and tensed, then relaxed and grinned at Logan.

"Well, you're probably too full of cake for dinner, and your present is still going to be there later," he said, moving closer so he could kiss Logan.

"I am...really sorry, Logan. I mean it."

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"I know," Logan grinned. "Still, it wont hurt to remind you how old I am..."

He tugged Jack towards the bedroom, leading the way and perching himself on the edge of the bed.

"Get the paddle, and then push your pants down until they're around your ankles. I want you over my lap- and I want you desperate for me later," he smirked.

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"This wasn't part of what I had in mind as a present," Jack said, but his voice was soft and deeper as it always grew when Logan was winding him up. He moved slowly but did exactly what Logan wanted. He passed the paddle to Logan and then slowly pulled his pants down.

"On your lap?" he said, bending to comply and anticipating what he knew was coming.

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"On my lap," Logan repeated with a nod, smoothing his hand down Jack's back as he settled into place, and pushing his shirt up slightly.

"Twenty four. Count them," he instructed simply, bringing the paddle down hard for the first strike.

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Jack gasped sharply and tensed, then simply said, "One."

He was sure that the closer they got to twenty four the less he would be able to sound so calm. As it was he began to squirm to get settled better and waited for the next.

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The first few were sharp, but more bark than bite. By the time he reached ten, however, he was getting rougher.

By fifteen it had to be truly painful, and he paused for a long moment as he rubbed away the sting and gently groped Jack's sore ass.

He knew what he wanted for his birthday. He wanted Jack to be hungry for him. He wanted the other man to throw him down on the bed and take him hard.

...After he was done with him. After he'd made him wait a while.

By the time he brought down the sixteenth blow he was smirking to himself.

"Keep counting."

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Sixteen had him shaking and with seventeen there was a higher note to his voice. Eighteen was almost pleading.

And when nineteen landed he cried out and grabbed Logan's ankle tightly. It was a long moment before he could choke out the number. But he never asked Logan to stop or go lighter. Every hit had him growing harder and squirming in Logan's lap just for the friction.

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"God you're hot," Logan purred, bringing the paddle down again and again- until finally he reached twenty-four.

Putting the paddle aside, he rubbed the other man's ass gently.

"How old am I, Captain?" he asked, giving the tender skin a light smack with the palm of his hand.

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"Twenty. Four," Jack whispered breathlessly. He was trembling and having a hard time staying in place across Logan's lap. His lashes were wet and stuck together but he hadn't actually cried.

He started to get up, knowing Logan was done. His cock was digging into the younger man's leg just as Logan's legs were digging into the bottom of his ribs. He couldn't quite manage to rise though, not with the way his ankles were bound by his jeans.

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Logan helped him up, stroking his cheek as he got to his feet as well.

"That's right," he said, leaning in and kissing him lightly.

"Pull your pants up, Captain. It's my birthday, I want gifts," he grinned.

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He stood up and sniffled loudly, then pulled up his pants. It was slow and he was very careful of his unbelievably sore ass. And he had a little trouble doing up the fly with as hard as he was.

"You're a greedy little shit," Jack said, then stiffly moved to retrieve a few different presents. Things Logan had said he'd like to have, often just in passing. And then Jack handed him the puzzle box he'd given Logan on Valentine's day a few years ago.

"Remember how to open it?" he asked, standing up over Logan. He didn't think he could stand to sit right now.

Inside was a necklace, nothing anyone might look twice at. Just a bullet carefully drilled and drained of powder. On the side was a carefully etched word.

☆Forever☆

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Logan barely remembered, but he eventually managed to get it open.

When he pulled out the necklace, he couldn't help but smile as he looked the necklace over and then slipped it on.

"It's awesome, I love it," he said honestly, looking down at where it hung against his chest.

It was much longer than the shell collar he always wore, but the two looked good together, both representing very different sides of their relationship.

"Thanks. Not just for this, but for today. Today was... It was really good. It was the best birthday party I've ever had."

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"I'm glad you liked it," Jack replied. He reached out to rub the bullet with his fingers. Then he began to tug at Logan's shirt to pull it off.

"I want to see this against your skin," he continued. "I kind of wanted to pull this shirt off about two hours ago."

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"Hey, don't rip my shirt, man," Logan replied, helping the other man take his shirt off, but making no move to remove anything else.

"I'm glad you didn't strip me at the party though. Joe probably wouldn't have liked that."

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"Probably not. But I couldn't help it," he replied, touching Logan's shoulders, arms, and chest.

"I was just watching you and you looked so...happy. I love how you look when you smile. Seeing you with Matthew. And Joe. And even Neil. And the look on your face when you and Savannah came back from..."

He didn't bother to finish the statement. He simply took hold of Logan's face in both hands and leaned in to kiss him deeply, starting softly and then growing more and more demanding.

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Logan returned the kiss softly, closing his eyes and stepping just a bit closer.

Even after all this time, his stomach still fluttered every time they kissed. It never stopped feeling good. It never failed to be exciting.

"I was going to make you wait," he admitted. "I was going to wind you up until you snapped."

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"You've been doing that all day," Jack said into the kiss. "Why stop now. I mean..."

He reached down with one hand and began to stroke and fondle Logan's cock through his pants.

"...I can tell you want me, but how bad? As bad as I want you? Because I want you. Oh, god, I've been waiting all day."

And kissing Logan like this was only making his desire all the more intense.

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Logan made a small sound, gasping and ducking his head.

Reaching around, he grabbed Jack's ass roughly through his pants, squeezing enough to make sure it hurt.

"I always want you," he replied as he looked up again, urging the other man on with just one look.

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Jack groaned in protest but made no move to get away from Logan's grasp. He only began to fight with the young man's fly so he could get those pants out of the way.

"You better," Jack said. Every touch was possessive whether it was rough or gentle, a grab or a caress, Jack's hands said mine better than any words.

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Logan wet his lips and abruptly pulled away, looking smug as he peeled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

"You know, maybe we should finish cleaning up first," he teased softly, wetting his lips and looking Jack in the eyes. "Maybe we should eat too..."

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"Shut up," Jack said. With both hands to use, he tore at Logan's pants and jerked them down off his hips when he'd only barely gotten them open.

"I'm not waiting anymore," he said with a hint of a growl to his voice.

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Logan gasped, his eyes bright and wild as he started to fight the other man.

"You'll wait if I tell you to," he growled softly, shoving Jack back slightly and trying to twist away.

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"No. I won't," he said resolutely. His ass was sore and every time he moved the pain reminded him of how much he wanted Logan.

He certainly wasn't going to wait and allow the stinging soreness to go away.

He lunged for Logan again, ripping at his clothes, grabbing at him, and forcing him toward the bed.

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Logan cried out, but the struggling soon stopped. As much as he liked the fight, he wanted this. He wanted Jack. He wanted skin against skin.

He would still try and draw it out, pulling every perversion from Jack that he could= but he wasn't going to keep fighting. Not when he was hard and wanting already.