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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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"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."

"Shut up," Logan gasped, the same two words he always managed to say whenever Jack was calling him something he couldn't possibly be.

He moaned though, his hips twitching as he thrust gently against the mattress. His body was searching for more, and he made no attempt to hold himself back, rocking against the bed like a teenager in heat. And though Jack's words sounded wrong to him, his voice was perfect, the sound of it making him as hard as any touch or crook of a finger could.

"Jack, please," he begged, the words slipping out even more desperately than all the times Jack had made him say them, teasing and touching until Logan had pleaded for more. They were softer, sweeter, nearly a purr of a sound this time.

Jack couldn't help but grin. He hadn't forced it from him or commanded he say it. He had just said it on his own. Sure, next time around there would probably be the same fight for dominance or control or whatever game they played, but this...this was pretty fucking honest. Truth in every movement, every breath, every tone of every word.

He withdrew slowly and picked up the lotion again, stroking his cock and wiping the excess on his leg. He wondered just how far he could take this. Just how much of it was an act and how much he truly felt, and if it was worth it to cross the line. Looking at Logan on the bed beneath him, all he could think was that he didn't care about consequences or hypotheticals. He was already in over his head so he might as well keep going.

Jack straddled one leg and drew the other one in until Logan's thighs pressed together. He couldn't see anything, but everything was slick and warm and when he guided his cock between the cheeks, he felt only a hint of resistance as he slipped inside him.

"Keep your legs together," he instructed, helping him out by pulling his knees in tight to hold Logan's legs in place.

Logan let out a choked sound as he felt Jack's cock begin to slip inside him, The feeling slightly strange, but not unpleasant. He kept his legs tightly together the whole time, just as Jack had asked, his back arching a little as he tried to push back as best he could.

The weight of the other man and the girth of his cock, it was all so familiar now. Like pieces in a puzzle that he hadn't even noticed were missing until he had them in his hand. Something about Jack, the was he was, the way they were, if filled a hole that Logan had only been dimly aware of.

When he was with Jack, he felt like he mattered, he felt wanted. Needed even. It was as if for a few hours, he could pretend he was more than he was. No longer just some angry boy, but something new, something he couldn't define. And while that feeling nearly always faded later, it was a reason to hold on.

Even if he wasn't really anything special to the other man. Even if that was just how Jack was, how he made everyone feel. It mattered. It changed everything.

Now all Logan had to do was try and hold onto it, no matter what it took.

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.

Turning his head, Logan let out a soft cry of pleasure just as his lips crushed against Jack's. It was a low sound, so quiet it nearly got lost as he pushed back yet again, aching for more.

Gasping, he let the kiss linger, despite the stiffness that came from turning his head so far for so long, and he moaned and he shifted beneath the other man.

"God, Jack, you..."

The words never came out though, and they trailed off into a moan as Logan reached back awkwardly to try and touch Jack anywhere he could. His arm bent uncomfortably as he held the back of Jack's head and kissed him even harder, trying to tell the other man everything he was sure he would never say aloud with a press of lips against lips and a slip of the tongue.

Jack rocked into him again and again, the slide and grip of Logan's body drawing him deeper as it pulled him out of his thoughts. He gave up on everything but his focus that had sharpened to a pinpoint. It was only the two of them and all Jack could think of was Logan.

He thrust a few more times before he drew back and slipped free. The loss of contact made him groan as he slung his leg over so Logan could move.

"Why don't you roll over," he suggested, moving out of the way. "Unless you just want to get up off the bed."

Logan whined at the loss, rolling onto his back and reaching for Jack to drag him closer again. It had been warm and perfect, and now... now it felt cold with Jack's body so far from his own again.

"Get up and go where?" he asked, tugging the other man down. "The wall, the table... Not a whole lot of choices."

He hooked one of Logan's legs and lifted his knee to his hip as he braced himself with his other hand above the guy's shoulder. Slow, soft kisses and the brush of skin and breath called back the intimacy that had the move had broken.

"This works," he whispered, his cock right there, slipping across the sensitive entrance. The warm pressure was just teasing, though, grazing Logan without any demand.

Logan squirmed, though he didn't push back, somehow managing to be patient as he ran his hands down Jack's back and waited. He gasped softly though, the sound needy and low as he tried to catch the other man's lips with his own again.

"Jack," he whispered softly, holding on tightly and trying to ignore how right it felt to be beneath the other man again.

Jack let go of his leg so he could offer a little guidance before he pushed slowly into the tight heat once again. "Logan," he groaned as his fingers pressed into the muscle of his thigh. "God, Logan, you're so..."

Hooking his leg tight around Jack, Logan groaned as his head fell back against the pillow, Lifting his hips slightly to accommodate the other man. "Shut up," he said again, gasping and then letting out a soft laugh. "God, Jack, just, shut up. Shut up."

He was smiling though, behind the moans and the twist of pleasure that warped his features slightly, there was something that looked a lot like happiness lingering beneath.

"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.

Part of Logan wanted to say no, to hold on as long as he could and savor the feeling of being so close to someone again for as long as he could. The rest of him, however, was almost desperate to put a stop to what they were doing. Afraid of the emotions and the thoughts that were building with each thrust.

In the end, Logan put all he had into enjoying the pleasure of it. The way Jack felt, every touch, every kiss, every word... He took them all and held on tightly as they dragged him over the edge.

It was different this time, the sensation rolling over him gently rather than crashing full force. He gasped as he came, blinking up to look at Jack and then turning his head away slightly as his hips bucked up and his shoulders pushed back against the mattress.

(Jack, Joe - 10/16)

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