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(Jack, Joe - 10/16)

So, okay, he hadn't gone to see the dinosaurs, but he had gone up to the mountain. It hadn't been a long trip or a long stay. Gone on Tuesday, back by Thursday morning. Nothing monumental or exciting had happened, and whatever it was he'd been hoping to find out there hadn't been found.

Still, Linus had enjoyed the trip, and a few days away from the world had helped clear his head a little.

The hut was starting to get a little untidy again, but he made no move to clean anything up, dumping his bag out on the table and tossing the dirty laundry in a pile in the corner before putting down the food he'd grabbed for Linus at the compound when he'd stopped off for a shower.

In fact, his hair was still damp, and when he heard someone head up the steps to his stilted hut he raked his fingers through it, causing it to stand on end as he glanced over to see who it was.

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"I could, you know," he said, rolling to face him. "About knives and guns and ropes and nerves. And lying. Manipulating. How to smile. Tone of voice. Posture." He paused and searched for something in Logan's eyes, then leaned in and kissed him softly.

"You really don't want to know all the shit I hide, Logan. It's for the best that I don't do it anymore. I turned my back on it when the Agency fucked me over. Having John here was...let's just say it wasn't all bad, but it wasn't a good thing."

Logan let the kiss linger, pulling back slowly and studying Jack as his hand came to rest on the other man's arm.

"Maybe not everything you hide, but some of it. You must know what it's like, that feeling of curiosity. I mean, aren't you ever curious about me?" he asked. "We spent something like two years fighting, and now we end up in bed at least once a week it seems. You must be a little curious. Or are you so arrogant that you think you already know me?"

"You give away more than you think you do," he replied, keeping his expression placid. "I don't know everything, but I know a lot. And I figure that if you want me to know, you'll tell me. I...am not used to just telling people things. Hell, House never wanted to know. He'd listen, but...he never asked. And John," he sighed softly and pulled back and laid flat on his back.

"He knew what I was like a long time ago. You know how you think I'm crazy? You're sort of right. You have to be crazy to be a good Time Agent, and trying to live a normal life after everything I've seen and done? It's not easy."

"I don't expect you to lay out everything on the table. It wouldn't be any fun if it was that simple. I like it when you tell me things though. Good, bad, whatever," Logan replied. "...And I don't give things away."

"Oh, good...because there for a second I was afraid you wanted to get touchy-feely," Jack smirked, deflecting the urge to take a chance and open up. He was so sick of getting hurt, and it was so much easier to be glib or say nothing than to put himself on the line.

"Heaven forbid," Logan snorted, running his hand down Jack's arm. "Who needs touchy-feely, when you can have sex and pent up aggression? I was always better at screwing than I was at talking."

Jack smirked and rolled, agreeing with that sentiment with a slow, lingering kiss that woke him up even more than the sunlight. If he was going to have been here all night, then he was going to take advantage of it.

There was something about waking up beside Jack that was just... Wrong. To be laying in the bed he'd once shared with Neil, with a man he'd hated so deeply on the other boys behalf, seemed like the ultimate betrayal.

The guilt that hit him was enough to make him pull away slightly.

Still, kissing Jack, touching Jack, fucking Jack. All those things felt right, no matter where they were, and Logan couldn't stop touching him or holding him as he let out a soft sigh and leaned closer again to return the kiss.

He kept rolling until he straddled Logan, curled over him so he didn't have to break the kiss. He ached all over in the best ways and the sensation of skin on skin was easier to lose himself in now that it was morning.

"You want me to stop?" he asked softly, making no move to quit.

"No," Logan murmured, arching up against the other man with a deep groan. "There isn't a word for how much I don't want you to stop, Jack."

His hands moved to hold the other man's shoulders, and he dragged him down into another kiss. It was rougher this time, teeth grazing over Jack's lip as he pressed himself tighter against the other man.

"Mmm, good," he replied, his lips and hands roaming randomly as he lowered himself to fit tightly against Logan, acutely aware of the guy's heartbeat against his own chest.

Part of Logan couldn't help but wonder if he should ask Jack how he felt, if he was okay or if he needed to talk about John... About what had happened, or even about what they'd done together the night before.

Except he didn't. He didn't even try.

"I want you," he said instead, his voice practically a growl.

That much was obvious. Jack shifted a little and rolled his hips, rutting slowly against Logan as he moved from kissing him to mapping his throat. He smelled like sleep and sex and lust and tasted even better. He honestly couldn't think of a good reason he'd never stayed until the morning before now.

"You've got me," he murmured.

"No I don't," Logan said with a breathless laugh. "No one has you. But it's nice like this. Nice to pretend."

He tipped his head back a little and moaned.

"Same way you don't have me. Not yet anyway."

"Not yet," he agreed, kissing his way lower. He flicked his tongue across Logan's nipple and sucked slowly, savoring him. Last night had been such a frenzied blur that he was taking his time and enjoying himself. For now, anyway.

Moaning softly, Logan's hip's rolled up against Jack. Dragging his fingers slowly down the other man's shoulders and arms, he let himself enjoy the other man's mouth, the way it felt to have Jack up against him, the way he smelled, the way his skin felt against his own... All those stupid things that tended to get lost in the rush to get naked and get off.

He moved to the other and ministered Logan's nipple to a taut peak with his tongue before he stretched to kiss him again.

"Roll over," he purred, the words carrying unadulterated promise. And just to be...something...he added, "Please?"

The added please was enough to make Logan drop whatever bullshit argument he'd have usually come up with, rolling over slowly and making himself comfortable.

As soon as Logan settled, Jack was sliding his tongue along the top of his crack and up over his tailbone. Kisses dropped slowly, pressed firmly to the skin across the curve of his ass and up the small of his back. Jack eased Logan's legs apart and situated himself between them, working his way up and across, down and over, kissing and licking his way along the warm breadth of his back.

It wasn't the sort of treatment Logan was accustomed to, and he shivered a little before letting out a long moan, His toes curled and his legs spread a little wider, inviting Jack to have whatever he wanted.

"God," he whispered softly. "Jack."

Eyes fluttering shut, his cheek sank into his pillow as he let his whole body unwind, his fingers clutching lightly at the bedsheets.

Jack was practically worshiping him, treating his body like some sort of shrine to which he'd bow and offer everything of himself with just the touch of his lips. He mapped every inch of skin, easing up all the way to his neck. Only then did he pause to nuzzle the soft curls and bare neck.

"No pain today, okay?" he whispered as his hand moved lightly against Logan's skin. "I'm sick of hurting..."

Sick of hurting. Logan wasn't sure he could express how much he understood that feeling. He didn't even try.

The soft touches and tender kisses were such a sharp contrast to the way things usually were between them, and Logan couldn't help but enjoy it. To relax and just nod his head as he let go completely and offered up all his trust. It was a painfully intimate moment, and if he'd had any sense, he'd have run. Because this thing with Jack, whatever it was, was getting far too comfortable. Too good to be anything but trouble later.

One of them was going to end up hurt if they carried on this way. Though Logan couldn't help but think it was worth it. That he'd take the pain later if he could have Jack in his life for now.

Nodding again, Logan wet his lips. "No pain," he agreed softly.

He was rewarded with a smile against his neck before Jack caught his earlobe and sucked softly. He reached blindly for the lotion that lay discarded near the pillow and only let go once he had it in hand.

He kissed a trail back down Logan's spine, sighing contentedly. No rush, no hurry, he felt like time had come to a halt and all there was in the entire universe was them. All the time in the universe to make this agonizingly perfect.

Jack only pulled away when he'd returned to where he'd begun. Squeezing lotion onto his thumb, he parted Logan's cheeks and began to slide his thumb against his entrance. Every few seconds there was a shock of cold as he squeezed a little more, then a little more, one thumb changing to a finger, then two. Gentle rubbing becoming teasing pressure until Jack finally pushed into him with two...so much lotion there wasn't even a chance it might hurt.

The feeling of Jack's fingers slowly filling him was enough to drag another moan from Logan's throat, and his hips lifted slightly as he pushed back against them.

No pain. Not even a spark of it. Nothing but warmth and heat, and a feeling of comfort.

"This never gets boring," he murmured, letting his hips fall back down against the mattress. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of this. You. Any of it."

His free hand moved up and down Logan's back as tow fingers pressed in, drew back, curved then spread. He twisted his wrist and spread his fingers wider and withdrew, only to slide three into him.

"No...definitely not boring," he said softly. There were times he wondered just what Logan hadn't done, but it wasn't the sort of thing he could ask. Other than things Logan could find in porn, he wouldn't have had any idea of what he hadn't done.

His fingertips brushed against Logan's prostate and he pushed deeper, massaging the spot as it swelled beneath his touch.

"I wish you could see yourself," he continued. "You're..." Beautiful. Perfect. Stunning.

"...Breathtaking."

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