He laid down on him and hooked a hand beneath his arm to hold onto his shoulder. His lips were close to his ear and close enough to kiss him if Logan turned his head. Every thrust was slow and careful and because of how he was laying, not very deep.

"You feel so good," he whispered as his other hand, still a little slippery with lotion, found Logan's hip and held on. It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't feel this right, especially not now. Not after John. But he'd been here and it had felt so fucking good even when John had been around. Jack closed his eyes and forced the thoughts from his head.

It should absolutely feel this good. Every time, with whoever he was with. It should feel this good to be this close. To be on and in and wrapped around. "Logan, God...kiss me..." Jack groaned, thrusting in deeper so he could stretch to reach his lips.