(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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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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.

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"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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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.

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As slowly as it built up, the release took what seemed like forever. Every thrust dragged another pulse from him and he groaned Logan's name as he nuzzled against his neck and kissed wherever his lips met skin.

When the tension gone, Jack kissed him once more, slowly and lightly, tongue darting out to tease the curve of his lips. The haze of need and the fog he'd been caught up in slowly vanished. He opened his eyes to look down at Logan, lying there...

Wrapped around him.

Looking like...that.

Jack pulled back to slip free and that was when he realized what he'd done. What had felt so natural. Maybe why it had felt so fucking good.

He took a breath and withdrew, gave him one more kiss and pulled back. The fluid motion just kept going until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching for his pants, all the while fighting to keep himself from looking guilty or conflicted.

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There was a moment of perfection. Somewhere between coming and the feeling of Jack pulling out, Logan had found something worth holding onto. A feeling he rarely got to feel. Though with Jack it was happening more and more, lingering emotions that he'd as good as sworn off after the last time he'd felt his heart shatter right inside his chest. Feelings he'd written off before Jack had come crashing into his life to dig them back up.

And that was the only word for it. Crashing. Even during the most tender of their interludes, Jack seemed to barrel in, knocking Logan's beliefs and rules aside with every kiss and every touch.

That feeling was lost the instant the other man pulled away though, and Logan sat up slowly as he watched Jack scramble for his clothes, preparing for a mad dash.

Maybe someone else would have asked what was wrong, pressed for answers, or held on and tried to get him to stay. But not Logan. He knew all about running, and he wasn't about to tell Jack he should stay.

He wasn't going to insist they talk about their feelings, or ask just what the hell they were doing or where they were going. He wasn't going to cling on or show any need that might have been there. He wouldn't wear his heart on his sleeve, and he wouldn't beg Jack to explain it all to him.

Instead he simply pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as he looked away.

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He pulled on his jeans, socks and shoes, giving himself enough time to collect his thoughts. What the fuck was he thinking, coming here all the time. Sleeping. Pushing Logan to violence for his own selfish reasons and then turning around and taking him to bed like that. If there had been candles and champagne and soul music playing it couldn't have made this moment worse.

Jack twisted to look at him and winced as the sore spot on his side twinged, just another fucking reminder of what he could get Logan to do. He wondered for a second of there was really anything he couldn't get him to do.

And then he found himself reaching out to touch him, to keep just a little bit of...something. Jack studied him as he sat there, drawn up and pulled in, looking away. Fucking gorgeous.

"I have to go," he said plainly. No explanation, no apology. He needed to go before he did something stupid. Before they fought again. Before...okay, so it was already too late. He should have left when he woke up.

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"So go," Logan replied simply, his voice tight before he cleared his throat and blinked away whatever it was he'd been thinking about. "Nothing's keeping you here, Jack."

Looking over at the other man again, he struggled to hide his thoughts and feelings, pushing them down only to have his eyes betray him as he shrugged. His hand shifted slightly though, moving to cover the other man's for a moment. The tips of his fingers brushing over skin and then falling away before it could become more than he wanted it to be.

Jack was leaving, and though his fingers itched to hang on, Logan made no effort to stop him. Even as his gut twisted and his paranoia started to set in.

The violence, the pain... that was nothing. But this morning they'd crossed a line, and Logan couldn't help but be sure that this time Jack wouldn't be back for more later. Or worse. Maybe this time he'd be back even sooner. Then again, and again. Each time crashing harder until all those thoughts and feelings Logan fought so hard to keep in check came spilling out.

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Nothing keeping him here...right. Right. He nodded sharply, completely discounting the hundred and one things he could read in Logan's eyes and the way he was nearly physically holding things back. Jack had fucked up, and badly. This morning had changed things and all he could think to do was fall back on what he knew best.

Running away.

First, though, he leaned in and gave Logan a wet smack of a kiss on his cheek before he stood up. Maybe time would fix it. Maybe distance. Maybe...something. He wasn't going to puzzle it out now. Not with his shirt slipping over his head and his back to Logan as he tossed out a casual, "See you around."

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"Yeah, see you," Logan agreed, the words slipping out as Jack walked out the door.

He was still for a long moment, arms still wrapped tightly around his knees as his stomach rolled so hard that he was sure he'd be sick. His chest ached, and every inch of his body felt heavy and tense. Each muscle working hard to keep a tight hold on his emotions.

He staid like that as long as he could, holding his breath without realizing it, and gasping for air when his lungs began to burn.

He needed to get up. He needed to get up and get dressed, and just... get gone. It didn't matter where he went, just anywhere but there. Away from the pillow that still smelled like Jack, and away from the thatched roof he'd stared up at with one lover after another.

Getting to his feet, Logan reached for his wetsuit and began to get dressed. He needed to escape, and there was still only one place where he truly felt free.