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With just that much yielding, Jack forced his fingers in deeper. Four of them sunk into Logan's mouth just shy of gagging him and Jack pried his mouth open wider.

"Don't even act like you don't want this," he said coolly. "You love it when I fuck your mouth. You can't fool me."

His eyes narrowed, and Logan wanted to argue that Jack's fingers weren't what he wanted down his throat, but it was impossible to speak with the other man's fingers pressing down his tongue.

The look he gave Jack then made it clear the other man better enjoy the control while he could- because Logan had been good all week. He'd been good, and he could submit a while longer, but later he was having his turn, and it wasn't going to be gentle.

The look in Logan's eyes made a chill run down Jack's spine. As much as he loved being in control, it was threat in the younger man's gaze that promised retribution that made him ache. It made him want to push Logan to the breaking point, just to see what he'd do.

"Suck," he barked, fucking Logan's mouth with his fingers. He let go of his cock to concentrate on stroking Logan. It was steady and his grip was just shy of painful as he played Logan's body against him.

It was as if Jack was asking him to disobey, and Logan bit down on the other man's fingers as he let go of Jack's hair and tried to catch his wrists instead.

It was only the beginning though. And for all Logan was clearly worked up, he was nowhere near his boiling point. Jack would have to work harder if he really wanted that.

...And Logan was pretty damn sure that was exactly what the other man wanted.

Faster than imaginable, Jack let go of Logan's cock and slapped the younger man across the face. He jerked his hand back out of his mouth and inspected the dark purple wells left where the other man's teeth had pressed into his flesh.

"Bitch," he hissed, slapping Logan again, and then wrestling for his arms. Even as he grappled for them, he was moving up the other man's body. Jack sat heavily on his chest. He was inching closer, higher, and finally caught one of Logan's arms, the other grabbing his hair to hold him to the bed. His cock laid heavy and thick against the younger man's cheek.

"How much pain do you need to be in to suck my dick?" he asked snidely, giving Logan's hair a sharp tug.

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His face stung, and Logan squirmed and swallowed hard when he felt Jack's cock bump against his cheek.

"None," Logan gasped, whimpering a little and then growling softly. "But if you put your cock in my mouth, I will bite it off," he warned, struggling hard and twisting away. "Bastard. Let me go. We both know this isn't what you really want. You don't want to fight me- not like this. You want me to take control. Say it. Admit that's what you really want- and I might give it to you."

Though they both knew that wasn't how it worked.

"Bite me," Jack snorted derisively. "See how well that goes over."

He let go of Logan's arm and leaned forward, guiding his cock against Logan's lips and then forcing his way in. Lifting just enough, he let go of his cock and slid his hand down to catch the younger man by the throat. Holding him by neck and hair, Jack thrust in as much as he dared. He didn't really want to hurt Logan. But pain was all relative.

"God, I love your filthy mouth," he groaned as the wet heat enveloped him. "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll come in your throat instead of all over your face."

Part of him, a small part, had expected Jack to take him up on his offer. Sure, it was unlikely, but stranger things had happened.

He gagged a little as Jack forced his cock down his throat, his eyes locked on the other man's as he stopped struggling. After all, there was no point. Not now. They both knew he would never hurt Jack that badly, and the other man's hand around his throat was warning enough not to struggle.

Not that he'd ever complained about Jack choking him before... but he was fairly sure the last thing he wanted was to pass out with Jack's dick in his mouth.

He moaned obscenely, thrusting into Logan's mouth again and again, just using him. There was no other way to describe it. He did just what he wanted, did what felt good, and just barely kept from gagging him.

Eventually he pulled back and took his slick cock in hand, milking it just above Logan's lips. Precome dribbled from the tip and he smeared it against the younger man's mouth.

"It'd be such a waste to lose it like this," he gasped. "But you look so good with come on your face."

"Don't," Logan said quietly, his voice a little horse.

He swallowed hard, the other man's palm firm against his throat. "I don't want that. I'll be good, just- fuck me. Please. You can do whatever you want, but don't end it like that. Tonight has to be more than that. It's been so long..."

"I want you on your hands and knees," Jack replied, stroking himself slowly. "If I'm gonna fuck you, I want to be balls deep in you. I want to make you moan. Want to reach around and jerk you off..."

He smirked as he moved off Logan. He knew the younger man didn't like being on all fours, but Jack loved the way it made him blush to offer himself up, totally on display.

"Roll over, baby. I can tell you want me inside you."

Logan's skin went red, and he frowned slightly as he reluctantly turned over.

"Fine," he said, deliberately kicking Jack a few times as he settled in on his hands and knees. He kept his legs shut as he got into place, offering himself as much modesty as he could while he waited for Jack to fuck him.

For all he was covering himself though, Logan didn't miss an opportunity to wind Jack up a little, and he arched his back as he settled in. It was just enough of a stretch to lift his ass high and give his whole body a slight wiggle.

It was almost more than Jack could take. He reached for the lotion and slicked Logan up, his free hand rubbing the younger man's back in slow circles as he screwed in one and then two.

"I love you like this," he rasped, forcing his fingers in deep. "I love watching you. I love when you...wait."

He pulled his fingers free and sat back on his heels quietly, just watching Logan as he put himself on display.

His skin burned hot, and Logan stayed still for as long as he could stand... and then pulled away, moving to get up and off the bed.

"No," he said, quietly but firmly. "I can't... I can't do that. I can't show off for you. I can't... I just can't do it. I'm sorry."

Logan had been getting so good when it came to being self conscious, and suddenly it seemed like they'd taken a huge step back. ...Back to the days where Logan couldn't even stand to be told he was beautiful.

Back to a time where praise was desired, but hard to accept- while pain and humiliation came easily.

"I need a minute," he decided, turning to head out of the room.

Jack watched Logan get up and leave and felt as if he'd been doused with ice water. He'd done something wrong, though he wasn't quite sure what it had been. He hadn't done anything they hadn't done a hundred times.

Listening to Logan's footsteps carrying him away was more than enough to kill every ounce of desire. He sat down on the bed and watched the door, wondering of Logan needed a minute...or if he was coming back at all.

Truthfully, it had blindsided Logan as well, the emotions coming out of nowhere and knocking him down hard. Jack hadn't done anything, but it didn't occur to him to assure the other man of that, his thoughts too focused on himself.

Pulling his robe on, he stood in the kitchen for a while, pulling himself together as he built up the courage to go back upstairs. It took a while, but eventually he found himself standing just inside their bedroom- only to cross the room a moment later and settle in on Jack's lap.

"I'm not beautiful. I'm not good... I'm not, and I can't pretend to be right now. I'm not the one people drool over. I'm not anything special, and today I can't pretend I am. I just can't. I'm a jerk, and I'm an asshole- and I'm not beautiful, Jack. I'm scarred and I'm a mess. And that's okay. I can be those things when I'm with you, and they don't seem so bad."

He wrapped his arms around Logan and held him close, not entirely sure what to say. In his eyes, Logan was stunning. One of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. He knew that other people didn't see him like that...which Jack was fine with. It meant he didn't need to compete with anyone very hard.

"You don't have to pretend anything," Jack said softly, pressing his lips against Logan's jaw. "You're mine...good or bad, it doesn't matter. You're not an asshole to me. That's all I care about."

Logan said nothing at first, his eyes slightly damp as he rested his forehead against Jack's.

"It matters to me," Logan said quietly, admitting for the first time something he'd never said out loud. "It matters to me, Jack. It matters that I'm not- Attractive or nice or- all those other things people look for... When I realized Scotty had a thing for you, I wasn't worried I'd lose you to him, Jack- I was just jealous. Because it's always you someone wants, and it's never me. ...The last person to show any interest in me tried to kill me. The last person to show interest in you cooked a five star meal."

Taking a deep breath, he sat up and exhaled slowly. "It was the same with Neil- and Ronnie, and Lilly. I thought it didn't bother me, but it does. And I'm sorry, 'cause I know I'm ruining our game, but- I need to get this out before I bury it again. I just- need to say it."

"It's okay," he assured Logan, smoothing his hand through the younger man's hair. He was keenly aware that people were drawn to him. That he was handsome. That he was charming. He used it to his advantage most of the time, though he'd gotten better at not stringing people along or using them.

But the way Logan said it...it made him nervous.

"Do you...want people to be interested in you?" he asked, swallowing hard. "Because you can be charming as hell when you want to be. I think if you really wanted someone, you could...you know. If you want..."

He swallowed again, his breathing hitching and labored.

"Fuck that. I don't want anyone else to want you," he said sharply. So much for some sort of open relationship altruism. His true colors showed.

Jack's tone was jarring, and Logan drew back slightly, his movements calm and steady. Like an animal that had learned how to avoid becoming pray a long time ago.

"I don't want anyone else, Jack- Sometimes it's just hard to feel good about anything when I'm comparing myself to you. And maybe, just once, it would be nice if you were the one with a reason to be jealous, If you were the one watching other people want me. ....That's not gonna happen though. There's never gonna be anyone who wants me who doesn't want you more.

And that's fine. I just.... forget it. Nevermind."

It didn't even feel like they were talking about the same thing anymore, and Logan knew talking about how it felt wouldn't change the way things were anyway.

He loved Jack, and he was happy- and it was becoming clear that if he wanted to stay happy, he needed to get over the fact that he would always be in his husband's shadow.

Quietly, he stripped back out of his robe, hoping Jack would change the subject.

"Quit comparing yourself to me, Logan. I'm not some kind of standard. I'm just a guy," Jack insisted, catching Logan's face in both hands.

"I want you. You're all I want. All the flaws you see...I want that. When you're an asshole or awkward or whatever...I want that. Whatever you think your flaws are? I love you in spite of them. Hell, I love you because of some of them. I wish other people saw what I saw. Except I don't. I like that I have parts of you no one will ever know. I like that you're mine. And I'm yours."

He paused.

"And, just so you know, I'm jealous a lot more than you think."

Logan didn't believe it, but he didn't argue. Instead he leaned into the touch and held on tighter as he sank back down onto the bed.

He felt heavy and depressed, and it only felt warm where Jack was touching him, the rest of his body like ice, despite what they'd been doing before.

He seemed eager to continue playing, but his confidence was drained, and he looked unsure as he ducked his head and kissed Jack's neck. Part of him wanted nothing more than to beg the other man to take him over his knee. To make it hurt in a way he could understand- but he was too fragile to even suggest it. His ego already bruised enough that asking for it would likely break him down again.

So instead he pushed Jack back, catching the other man by the arms and holding him down as he forced himself to bury everything he was feeling.

His attempt at exerting control was half-assed at best. Jack lifted his head to kiss the younger man, deceptively sweetly, then he pushed off and rolled them so Logan was the one on his back.

"Uh uh," he said with a shake of his head. I wasn't done with you. I had plans for that ass of yours."

He reached down and slid his hand underneath, groping Logan's cheek roughly. Although the little outburst of real emotion had all but killed his hard on, close like this and forcing Logan down did wonders to bring him back to life.

"Hitch your leg up," he said, pulling to get Logan to comply.

Protesting weakly, Logan let the other man bend him into place, gasping a little and meeting Jack's eyes with his own.

They'd resolved nothing, and Logan still ached in a way he couldn't explain- But this was so much easier than talking. For all he'd tried to assert himself, he had no doubt that he was better off letting Jack take control first. He trusted Jack to take care of things- to bend him until he snapped back to the way he was supposed to be.

Jack could erase all the pain and all the doubt- he could make Logan beg or scream... And when he was finished, Logan would be whole again and ready to really show the other man what he could do.

Because fixing him was something Jack did better than anyone. No one else even came close to getting what the younger man needed when he started to fall apart.

He gasped when his cock slipped easily between Logan's cheeks and he rocked into it, dragging slowly against the still-slick skin. His fingers dug in hard, his blunt nails leaving little crescent weals where they bit into Logan's skin.

"Can you tell how much I want you?" he asked, then ducked his chin to catch the man's nipple between his teeth and worry it to a taut peak.

"You want other people to want you like I do? Want someone else to hold you down...call you beautiful...say you're theirs? I don't think so. You need me. You got me, and I'm never letting you go," Jack growled possessively. Just the idea of someone taking Logan away from him fueled a consuming jealousy that he wasn't used to letting out. When Jack said things like always or never he meant them. He meant them more than Logan or anyone could understand.

"I see how people look at you. How Neil wants to be friends. How Helen wants you in her bed. I'm not blind. You might not see it, but I do. I do because I'm always watching. Alcuin was ready to leave with you. You. Not us, not me. Just you. You could have had him. Do you want that? Someone else?" It was more of an interrogation than an innocent question. The more he thought about it, the more worked up he got until he was all blunt force and sharp teeth against Logan's skin.