Jack watched Logan dress, licking his lips slowly as a hundred scenarios of what may happen when they got home ran through his head. He could be contrite and obedient here, but once they were behind their own door...all bets were off. Just like always.

"I like it sometimes," he said, regretting every inch of skin lost to clothing until Logan was completely dressed. Of course, it just meant layers to unwrap later, and that had an appeal all its own.

"Are you going to parade me through the kitchen so everyone can see?" he asked. "Or are we just going to slip out and get home as quick as we can?"