"Don...Don'tell me what t'do," he gasped, lips moving slowly along Logan's jaw line. He moved faster, everything smooth and fluid. No pain. No pain, only muscles bunching and flexing, heart beating faster, and a familiar burning tension threatening to uncoil an undo him.
Everything about this was wrong. The look on Logan's face. The sound of Jack's name on his lips. The fact that he was acutely aware of the littlest details when he looked at the guy. Close. Warm. Special. He had a lie on the tip of his tongue that he almost believed enough to say. A word he reserved for so very few people he fucked. He said it more to people who never, or rarely, had this part of him.
"Come for me," he rasped against Logan's throat, thankful he could say something other than what he was thinking.
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Date: 2008-10-17 05:41 am (UTC)Everything about this was wrong. The look on Logan's face. The sound of Jack's name on his lips. The fact that he was acutely aware of the littlest details when he looked at the guy. Close. Warm. Special. He had a lie on the tip of his tongue that he almost believed enough to say. A word he reserved for so very few people he fucked. He said it more to people who never, or rarely, had this part of him.
"Come for me," he rasped against Logan's throat, thankful he could say something other than what he was thinking.