Logan | Christmas

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Christmas morning was one of the best days of the year. Jack woke early and rolled onto his side. Logan wasn't a morning person but it was Christmas and there were presents. There was an ornately decorated Christmas tree. There were cookies that Jack had gotten from a bakery. Cookies for breakfast was a totally valid choice on Christmas morning.

He watched Logan sleep until he couldn't stand waiting anymore. Jack began to pet him and push him, just trying to get him to wake up.

"Logan, it's Christmas. Wake up," he said softly. This would be their last Christmas together, just the two of them. Next year there would be three of them. Unless, of course, Savannah had the baby today...but the odds of that were high. But for now it was them and they had their own traditions.

A tradition that had Jack absolutely impatient.

"Logan...come on."

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Logan panted a little and swallowed hard.

"I want you," he moaned. "I need it, and I want you- and I love your hair you idiot."

Bucking his hips, he tried to get Jack to stroke him faster.

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He tried to hold Logan and found he had to roll and pull the man along in order to get his arm around him. Both of them were on their sides and it made it easy to touch Logan all over.

"Don't call me idiot," he said as he slid his hand up and up and into Logan's hair. He tugged a little and began to jerk his husband off faster, dying to hear Logan beg for more.

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"Idiot," Logan gasped again. "Stupid, stubborn son of a... Oh-fuck," he babbled, moaning again and clawing at Jack's chest as he searched for more.

"Stop teasing," he growled.

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"That's more like it," Jack chuckled. He kissed Logan and then nudged his way into the curve of the man's neck. A kiss there and he moved to the collarbone and then steadily worked his way lower. His intention was clear but he took his sweet time going down, teasing Logan as much as he could stand.

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Logan huffed, and abruptly pulled back as he tried to roll them over.

"I don't want your mouth, Captain. I want your..."

He trailed off, letting go and wetting his lips. "Whatever, you know what I want. ...What do you want?" he asked curiously.

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Jack looked at him, his eyes darker than ever. His tongue rolled out and slid slowly along his lower lip.

"I want to kiss you. Taste you all over," he said as he followed the way Logan had been pushing until he was laying on his back and pulling Logan to him. He loved how he could pull and push the other man. Sometimes it was like he was a doll...most of the time Logan wasn't that cooperative, though.

"Tell me you want to fuck me. I want to hear you say it," he demanded, but he sounded less commanding and much more like a petulant teen.

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There was just something about the way Jack grabbed him and chased him that felt so good- like nothing he'd ever had with anyone else. With Jack he always felt wanted. Needed even, and he purred a little as he got ready to start the chase again, anticipating the other man's next move- as much as he could anticipate anything Jack did.

Logan hadn't been expected that though, it showed on his face as he started to speak and then stopped, realizing he'd been about to play out something totally different than what Jack had in mind.

"I- Oh. Oh, I uh... I want to fuck you," he said, clearly caught off guard but trying to adapt. "I always want you," he added, aware that his first response had been filled with more surprise than desire.

"Whatever you want," he said, moving so he was settled where Jack wanted him.

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More than anything, Jack loved surprising Logan. It was getting harder and harder to do. They just knew each other too well and so when Jack had an opportunity, he took it.

But Logan's very real shock made him laugh softly.

"No...not whatever I want," he said, then wrapped his arms around Logan to pull him around. Jack started kissing his chest and breathed in the scent of him.

"Maybe what I want. Yeah, okay...what I want..."

Then he rolled and held Logan in place with one hand while he kissed him the way he wanted to. He mapped Logan's body, learning every inch...even though he had the entirety of his husband memorized already. There was just something about feeling ever curve and plane with his lips that wound him up beyond belief.

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Sometimes Logan wondered if he was boring the other man. If maybe they'd played too many games and run through everything that could have been fun.

Laying on the bed, he looked at the ceiling, trying to think of something, anything, new. He could feel Jack's lips, and he let out a soft gasp, but he wasn't really focused on that at all.

All he could think about was how much he'd lost his touch.

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Jack made it to Logan's navel before he realized Logan wasn't doing much but gasping. He'd been so caught up with kissing that he'd been utterly distracted. When he caught on he pushed up and braced himself over Logan.

"You're not as soft as you used to be," he said. He loved Logan's body but sometimes he really noticed how the young man's puppy fat had all but vanished and he was lean and sculpted from surfing.

"You're all muscle. Flex..." And to get Logan to comply, Jack gave him a poke.

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Logan's muscles flexed involuntarily, and he swatted lightly at Jack's hand.

"Knock it off," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Do you miss that?" he asked after a moment. "Do you miss me being like that? 'Cause I could be again. I mean, it's not like I work out much now, I could just stop, it wouldn't be long until I looked the way I did when we first started hooking up. I mean, I'd still be older and stuff, but... Whatever, you get what I'm saying, right?"

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It took him just a second to catch on to what Logan was saying but then all he could do was shake his head.

"No. No, I like you now. You're so gorgeous. You've always been beautiful but now you're...you've grown up. I love it. You're hot. I don't want you like you were. I want you just like this. You're perfect."

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"You don't treat me the same," Logan pointed out, though he knew that wasn't really a bad thing. They were equals now, and that meant a lot to him, but sometimes...

Sometimes he missed being Jack's boy.

"Whatever, I'm being stupid, man. Just ignore me," he decided, sitting up a little and kissing Jack softly on the lips.

"Maybe we should eat and do gifts, then we can waste the rest of the day in bed," he suggested, looking for an excuse to get over whatever stupid shit was bothering him. For all he was an adult now, his emotions seemed to be on the same bullshit roller coaster they'd been riding when he was seventeen.

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The kiss was over far too fast. Jack blinked rapidly but moved away to sit up next to Logan.

"I love you," he said seriously, searching Logan's face for what could be wrong...wondering where he'd misstepped.

"I want to waste all day with you," Jack continued. He was determined to prove he could keep up. All day long, all night too. He could find the stamina to keep up the way he used to. He took a breath and forced a smile.

"Maybe we should go downstairs and screw in the kitchen. Or under the tree on that great rug..."

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"I'm not fucking you under a tree. Don't be weird," Logan replied, wrinkling his nose. "I love you too, okay? I just- I need a minute or whatever."

Grabbing his pajama bottoms, he pulled them on.

"Come on, let's have some tea or something and do gifts."

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His desire faded away in the wake of Logan's words. He moved to get up and get dressed as well.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Tea and stuff."

Jack walked out and went downstairs to the kitchen so he could stoke the stove and put on the kettle. He still wanted Logan, thoughts of the younger man distracted him. If Logan needed a minute, so be it...but just a minute. Jack needed to be close. He desperately needed to know he was wanted.

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Logan looked distracted as he stood in the living room, and after a moment he pulled two gifts out from under the tree. One of his, one of Jack's.

"Want to open a gift each while we wait for the water to boil?" he suggested.

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"Absolutely," he said. Jack passed by the presents and pushed Logan's robe off his shoulder. His fingers stroked the soft skin there...then he flashed a smile.

"Oh, you didn't mean you. Okay, give me my gift," he said. He looked at the gift labeled with Logan's name and tried to remember what he'd even wrapped- he had gathered so many gifts.

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Logan was pretty sure he knew what Jack's was. It wasn't the gift he'd made, he planned on saving that for last. But he was fairly certain it was a silk dress shirt he'd found in one of the shops.

"Open yours first," he pressed, rolling his eyes and shrugging his robe off so he was only in his pajama bottoms.

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Jack tore into his present and soles when he saw it. Holding the duet up, Jack held it against his chest to admire it.

"This is great," he said happily. He was torn between looking at the shirt and looking at Logan's bare torso. It was like a double present.

"Now you," he said. He was thinking that Logan might have grabbed the cigars he'd chosen from the tobacconist's

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Logan leaned against the table, smiling as he peeled back the paper and saw the box of cigars.

"Oh man, I haven't had a cigar in ages," he grinned. "Thanks, Jack," he added, taking a step forward and kissing the man's cheek.

A beat later and he was carefully cutting the tip off of one and lighting up so he could take a puff. For all Logan was all grown up now, he still somehow managed to look like a delinquent kid as he puffed on the cigar.

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You said something about them once and when I saw them I picked them up for you," Jack said. As Logan began to smoke, Jack took the boiling kettle off the stove and prepared the tea. They had a lovely china pot that had been in the house and loose tea Jack had found at yet another shop.

"I haven't had a cigar in so long. It was 1941, height of the blitz, and the other officers and I had brandy and cigars down in the bomb shelter. Sometimes the war didn't seem so bad."

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"You should have one- and if you open that gift that looks like a bottle, you'll find a good bottle of scotch. We could drink and smoke and then play in the bedroom."

He smiled a bit and took another puff on the cigar before holding it out in offering.

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"Cigars and scotch...the very meaning of Christmas," Jack grinned. He plucked the cigar from Logan's fingers and carried it with him to the tree. He found the package his husband had mentioned and brought it back. All he had to do then was collect glasses and pour.

"This is good scotch," he said. "You're so good to me."

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"I know," Logan grinned, stealing his cigar back and keeping close as Jack grabbed them glasses.

"You're good to me too, Captain."