(Jack, Joe - 10/16)

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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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Logan had turned away to undress, tossing his shirt aside and shedding his old ripped jeans and replacing them with a pair of simple gray pajama bottoms as he spoke and slowly turned to face the other man again.

"You don't have to wear anything, I just-"

He stopped as he took in all the bruises and marks, a sight he was becoming far too accustomed to when it came to Jack.

"Jesus," he said softly, his eyes wandering over every mark before finally flicking up to meet Jack's. "I mean, no, you can wear as little as you want," he finished awkwardly.

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"Looks bad, huh?" he asked, looking down and brushing his fingers across one of the darker bruises. "It's not. And, you know, once they're gone I don't think I'll have to worry about looking like this on a daily basis anymore if I don't get to the clinic to use the nanos to keep it all...secret."

He idly scratched his chest, then throat, then moved to the bed. He hadn't lied when he told Logan that he liked his bed. At the moment it was the most inviting bed on the island.

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Logan nearly asked if he'd miss it, but that sounded strange, even in his head. So instead he simply nodded, nearly reaching out to touch one but in the end simply sat down on the mattress. He sat like that for a long moment, his feet dangling over the side, but eventually he lay down, stretching out and rolling onto his side to face Jack.

"Sometimes you really make my head hurt, you know that?" he asked softly.

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Jack laid on his back and curled an arm behind his head as he turned to look at Logan.

"You're not the first person to tell me that," he remarked.

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Logan looked at the scratches and bruises again, trying to work out which were his and which belonged to the man Jack had warned him to stay away from. Eventually he reached out, running the pad of his finger along one of the darker cuts, still healing and still an angry red. It wasn't one of his, and he studied it curiously before speaking again.

"I thought about you, while I was gone," he admitted quietly. "Just the first night. I was laying there, just wondering what you were doing. Who you were doing. If I'd known... If I'd thought something was going to happen, I would have stuck around. I dunno if you'd have wanted me here, but I would have stayed."

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"Something like him vanishing? Or something like him putting a gun to my head?" he asked evenly. "Look, Logan..."

He sighed and looked back at the ceiling for a second, then closed his eyes.

"It was always violent. Before. Here. He and I...I don't know. It was just starting to be nice, sometimes. For a minute or two. Usually it was a fight just to see who'd wind up bloody first. That day? On the beach? When I finally went home, he broke my nose."

Jack lifted his arm, bent it, and lowered his elbow, just barely touching Logan's nose before fluidly pulling it behind his head as well.

"God, I hate this place sometimes. If he'd had enough time he could have gotten clean. Maybe found some...peace."

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Logan didn't mean to, but he flinched when Jack raised his arm, forcing himself not to react as the other man's elbow brushed his nose. Though it was out of habit rather than a lack of trust, and it took him a moment to settle back in as he listened to Jack talk.

"You don't know that," he said quietly. "Some people can't change. Hell, some people don't want to. For all you know, it could have just gotten worse. Look, I'm not saying it's wrong to miss him, I get that, I do, better than you probably think even, but you have to really ask yourself if it would have been better to have him here. All the things he did to you... your friends could have been next."

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"Why do you think I've never once asked you back to my place, Logan?" he asked, then answered immediately. "Because that was my biggest fear. Tosh and Jackson, Ianto, the Doctor. Alcuin."

He sighed because the list just kept going.

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"I know, I know, man, I'm just making a point," Logan said quietly, struggling to be helpful.

"Sorry, look, I'm not really good with this sort of thing. I'm probably the worst person on the island to talk to about losing someone, or... I dunno, anything bad. I'm not good at offering sympathy, even when I am sympathetic."

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"You're doing fine," Jack assured him. "I do masochism and brooding so well, sympathy kind of bounces off."

He was more interested in the solid presence of Logan's body, anyhow. He inched closer until he was pressed tight against him before he turned his face toward him again.

"You could just kiss me. That works every single time."

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Logan squirmed a little, pressing closer and laughing softly, a low and breathless sound that wasn't very joyful. "Yeah?" he said quietly, leaning in a little and brushing his lips against Jack's jaw, and then sighing as he turned his head and caught his lips instead.

Kissing he could do. Kissing was easy.

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He uncurled an arm to drape it around Logan's shoulders as he kissed him slowly. It was tender and gentle and soft and everything that kissing John wasn't--even if he didn't dwell on the why or how behind any given kiss with any person on the island--and he sighed softly into it. He whispered Logan's name against his lips and tipped his head, perfectly content with slow lips and light touches.

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Letting his lips travel lower, Logan kiss Jack's jaw and neck, his chin and cheeks... Soft brushes of lips that were meant to be comforting more than anything else.

His hand rested lightly against the other man's chest, and his fingers traced light patterns as he slid his hand lower and then higher, exploring and touching everything in reach.

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Jack tilted his head back, offering up his throat for more. For anything, really. He'd never wanted to be able to just focus on the sensations sparked by lips and fingers more than right now.

"This...this is good," he murmured as he drew slow circles with his fingertips against Logan's shoulder. "Better than words."

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"Good," Logan said simply, sliding his hand up the other man's side and keeping him close.

The soft worn fabric of his pajamas rubbed against Jack's skin as he gently nudged his knees between the other man's legs. He wasn't pushing for anything though, it wasn't about that, he simply wanted to be closer.

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Spreading his legs for him, he shifted slightly and pulled him until Logan was half on top of him. He kissed wherever his lips landed and slid his hands across the guy's back. The soft fabric caught on the rough spots on his hands as he passed them lower.

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"Jack," he whispered, ducking his head and nipping sharply at Jack's neck, and then kissing the mark softly.

More and more people were vanishing every day, and Logan couldn't help but wonder who would be next. He couldn't help but wonder who'd be left to mourn, who'd hurt and who would cry, and which bed would be empty next.

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"Oh, God," he said, growing more breathless with everything Logan did to him. He bucked his hips up and clutched at Logan's clothes to keep him tight against him.

"...Do that again..."

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Ducking his head again, Logan bit down once more, harder this time. A sharp pinch of teeth followed by a tender press of lips.

"That?" he asked softly, moving slowly against Jack. Sitting up he pulled his shirt up and off, dropping it on the floor before settling against the other man again.

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Jack closed his eyes and groaned, arching against Logan even harder. Pain followed by such softness was intoxicating and his temperature rose, the air growing thick and heady with the scent of his desire.

"Logan," he exhaled, dragging his nails lightly along the guy's back. "You...can."

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"What?" Logan asked, honestly unsure what the other man meant, what he was talking about.

"I can what?"

He didn't stop, not even for a moment, still nipping and kissing, holding onto the other man in a way that could only be described as protective.

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He wasn't even thinking anymore, lost in the moment and lost completely in the feeling of Logan's body on top of him. Jack spread his legs more and lifted one to hook his knee against Logan's hip. He could feel the ridge of Logan's cock pressing against him and it twisted his gut when he realized that he wasn't hard at all. God, he wanted him, though.

He wasn't thinking anymore. Just lost in Logan. Just...lost.

"Fuck me," he whispered, brushing his lips against Logan's chin.

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Logan paused, clearly not sure that was a good idea. Not like this, not while Jack was so... Unbalanced. The words alone went right to his cock though, and he rocked forward as he watched the other man, a small voice in the back of his mind telling him to just do it. That it didn't matter what state of mind Jack was in.

"Slow down, okay?" Logan said quietly, deciding that if he was going to fuck Jack, he was going to do it right, no matter how badly he wanted to simply flip the other man over and fuck him hard. So hard he forgot why he'd come to see Logan at all in the first place.

There would be time for that another day.

"Just relax. Don't have to rush," he murmured, trailing his fingers lightly up the inside Jack's thigh.

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"No rush," he agreed, writhing beneath him as his hands pushed lower and slid beneath Logan's waistband. His lips ghosted along his throat and his jaw, the warmth of his breath feathering against his skin.

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"I'm not going anywhere, not now," Logan whispered, taking Jack in hand and trying to pull a little life from him as his hand worked over the other man's still limp cock.

Usually it would have worried him, but not today. Sometimes wanting something wasn't enough, not when you were hurting. Body and mind weren't always in agreement on these things, but Logan wanted to make sure that if they did this, Jack enjoyed it.