(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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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.

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Jack moaned softly, his mouth moving quicker and lighter against Logan's skin. He kneaded his ass and pulled him close, catching his hand between their bodies until Logan had to quit stroking him.

"Don't worry about it. I just want you," he murmured as he pressed his head into the pillow so he could look Logan in the eye. "Really, Logan...it's not gonna happen."

It had happened once before, so this time he wasn't as shocked as then. He'd get past it. He wasn't worried about it. At the moment, though, it was only a small part of what he wanted--needed--from Logan.

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Logan couldn't help but wonder what he was doing wrong, if something had changed, if maybe Jack just didn't want him that way now. Except Jack's words were saying something very different from what his body was showing, and he tried again, his hand sliding over smooth skin until he finally gave up and pulled away slightly.

"Doesn't look like you want me," he said awkwardly, going still before trying a different approach. One last desperate attempt to fix things.

His fingers found that spot just under Jack's ribs, and he pressed two fingers against it, rubbing firmly and watching Jack closely. "Come on, Jack," he murmured.

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He arched hard, lifting off the bed as his shoulders pressed down hard. A tight cry exploded from him in response to the shock and the pain and, as if on cue, his cock swelled slowly.

"Oh, God, please," he moaned, the pain blooming across his chest. He'd doubted whether he'd made the right choice showing Logan as much as he had, but now he wasn't regretting it at all.

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It was like some sort of fucked up CPR. Unlike the last time they'd played this game though, there was something tender in the way Logan inflicted pain, waiting a moment before trailing his fingers lower and pressing the spot nearest Jack's hip.

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Jack nearly screamed as the shock of it shot down his leg and across his groin. It worked, though; he jerked away from the pain but bucked into it again. Then again. He was gasping, his eyes closed tightly and his jaw clenched hard.

"Fuck," he hissed, hands grabbing the sheets tightly. "Just...fucking...shit Logan," he whimpered.

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"Shh," Logan said, hushing Jack softly.

He let the pain linger a moment, and then lifted his fingers, his eyes raking over Jack's now erect cock. He didn't want to know what had made him try that, but he was grateful that he had. He'd wanted this for a while now, and if that was what Jack needed to enjoy it... then that's what Logan would give him.

Sitting back on his heels, he started to push down his pajama bottoms as he spoke.

"There's lotion and condoms under the bed."

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It took a second for him to catch his breath and get himself back together before he could twist and reach under the bed. He dropped the gear on the bed and looked at Logan, naked and between his legs.

His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding and he had a momentary thought that he shouldn't be here, using Logan like this. It was just a flash of a thought, though. He wanted to fuck. Lose himself. Forget everything but the one person he was with. Selfish and kinda tragic, but he just couldn't bring himself to care.

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Logan wasn't completely stupid. For all he'd been easily suckered in with soft kisses and kind words, he'd known from the moment he'd had to inflict pain to get a rise out of Jack that this, right now, wasn't about him. That he was being used, not unlike the way he'd used Jack the day he'd lost Neil.

And it stung. It hurt the way being used always hurt, making his gut twist and his chest ache. Even though he kept telling himself he didn't care. That it didn't matter.

It mattered, and he hated knowing it mattered. Hated Jack for making it matter.

Picking up the lotion, he slicked up his fingers, pushing two inside the other man without any other warning or preparation. "This is what you want, right?" he asked softly. "To hurt. To forget."

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His body rebelled against the intrusion and he clenched tightly around Logan's fingers. He bit his lip until he tasted the metallic tang and he held his breath. It was seconds and then minutes before he relaxed and took a deep, shaky breath.

"Want you," he ground out. "I just...you're all I've..."

All he had. Everyone else was just a casual nothing or else had someone in their lives that kept him separated by an invisible boundary. He had a dozen people he could have gone to for a quick fuck or a bed to sleep in, but he'd wound up here. Here, because, for whatever reason, he wanted to be with the closest thing he had to John and the only person he could count on to make things easier.

"Logan, please."

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Logan wanted to tell Jack to stop saying his name, but the way it sounded as it spilled from the other man's lips was something he couldn't help but want and enjoy. His fingers slid deeper, crooking and thrusting. There was no holding back, each movement rough and demanding, and yet his voice was soft, contrasting sharply with his actions.

"All you what?" Logan asked, slipping his fingers free and starting to slick up his cock.

"I know what I am to you, Jack," he murmured, hitching the other man's legs up around his waist and positioning himself as he nudged teasingly at the other man's entrance. "Your new favorite toy. What was it you called me? ...The perfect recruit. Except you don't want to train me to be some army boy, you want me to be this."

He thrust in hard, not stopping until he was balls deep, letting out a deep moan as he tipped his head back and savored the sensation.

"God, I really hate you," he gasped.

Though he may as well have just confessed some sort of deep hidden love. Because really, that's what it sounded like. ...That's almost what it was.

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Both hands came up and latched onto Logan's shoulders, nails biting into the skin. He spread his thighs as Logan sank into him and then wrapped one around, heel pressed to the back of his thigh.

"God, just...fuck..."

He wanted to protest and tell him that he wasn't just a toy. That he was the perfect recruit. That Jack wanted him to fix it. He wanted to tell him he couldn't fucking stand him. That he was in way too deep to hate him. That he couldn't think of anywhere else he'd like to be. He wanted to say a lot of different things and only wound up pulling at Logan's shoulders for leverage.

"Harder,", he demanded as he pulled at him with hands and feet, urging him on.

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Logan gasped, slipping out nearly all the way before thrusting in as hard as he could, then again, and once more... It was slow, and brutal, and he continued until he couldn't stand it any more, slowly building a faster and much more steady pace.

"God, Jack, fuck," he babbled, practically bending the other man in half as he leaned over and kissed him firmly. His hands searched blindly, grabbing Jack's wrists and pulling the other man's hands from his shoulders as he pinned him down against the bed with a low moan.

"God, you feel... amazing. Amazing," he panted, hips bucking hard and fast as he gasped and grunted, hissing Jack's name as he fucked the other man with every last bit of energy he had in him. Every action filled with need and want.

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He strained against Logan's grip, pushing back just to see how serious the guy was. It wasn't like he cared, he wasn't going to fight. Not now.

Maybe later.

"Like...like that. Yes, fuck, yes, Logan, God," he rambled, word after word tumbling from his lips. Nothing that meant anything except for his tone, full of need and lust and barely contained desperation. Jack pulled with his legs, lifted into every thrust as much as he could in an attempt to not simply passively take it.

He was doubled up, barely breathing, and kissing him. Kissing him hungrily, head lifted from the pillow, Jack had gotten just what he'd wanted. This, just like this, was perfect.

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Letting go of one of Jack's wrists, Logan took the other man's cock in hand, stroking him for a moment before using yet another of Jack's own tricks against him. His fingers wrapped firmly around Jack's cock and balls, effectively keeping him from coming any time soon.

Nipping roughly as Jack's bottom lip, he changed the angle of his hips slightly as he continued to fuck the other man.

"You have... you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. To see you like this. Fuck, Jack... so-sofuckingperfect."

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Jack found his hair with his fingers and held on, the tug against his scalp enough to distract him from acknowledging just what a quick study Logan was. Pain, sex, control...Jack had known he'd be good at it if he could just get a little self-discipline and find a way to enjoy it.

"Fuck me," he pleaded. "Logan...Logan, I...Logan..." he gasped, the name becoming a chant, a mantra, a word he couldn't get past. It anchored him and kept him from demanding more or begging for something he'd only regret when the moment was over.

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Logan's grip on Jack's cock and balls tightened, and then loosened as his fingers wrapped around the other man's cock again as he pulled him off in time with his thrusts.

He was breathless, and close, so close, and yet he tried to speak anyway.

"I am, I- fuck, Jack, I am," he growled, snapping his hips forward hard twice before slipping back into his steady rhythm. "Come on," he gasped, his other hand letting go of Jack's wrist and slipping down his arm, finding that cluster of nerves and pushing.

"Come on, Jack."

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His mouth opened wide and he craned his head back and with every bit of breath he had, Jack screamed. Logan may as well have gutted him for the pain that shot through him and the pleasure that built and slammed into him, making him ache into his bones.

By the time he could breathe again, all he could manage was a whimper and his legs shook against Logan's waist. He was used up, boneless, and empty.

It felt fucking fantastic.

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Watching Jack come had been the last push Logan had needed to hit the edge, and he came hard only moments later, letting out a choked sound as the pleasure ripped right through him.

Slipping free, he collapsed against the other man's chest with a groan. Face plastered against Jack's neck, he tried to speak, but all that he managed was a muffled sound and a soft kiss.

It was amazing.

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It took more effort than he'd envisioned, but he managed to lift his arm and drape it heavily around Logan, just holding him there. He felt almost sedated, all warm and heavy and tired. So fucking tired.

"'M staying," he mumbled. "F'you want."