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Jack had a feeling that Logan would fix it eventually. While Jack didn't mind sleeping on a barely-padded section of floor, he knew what Logan was accustomed to. And he knew the man could make really good furniture when he put his mind to it.

"Okay, whatever," he replied noncommittally. "Why don't you get up. Carefully. I think we go slow, we won't make it any worse than it is."

Logan groaned a little and then slowly got to his feet, the bed creaking as he slipped off the mattress.

"Come on, hurry up. I have plans to make today's shower really good," he promised, stretching a little and rolling his shoulders.

He rolled out of bed and landed on his knees so he could look below it and assess the damage. Just a couple cracked boards...nothing that would be hard to fix. Jack sat back on his heels and looked up at Logan.

"A really good shower..." he remarked, delighted by the sound of it. He'd felt gross before, covered with the residue of sleep, and now he was even worse.

"Sounds good. Just let me get dressed," he added, climbing to his feet as he checked his arms for the actual damage there.

Logan could see the welt like marks he'd left on Jack's arms, and he was fairly sure they looked worse than the bruise on his ass or the bright red mark on his cheek. Still, he wasn't sorry, and he didn't appologize. If you asked him, Jack looked better like that.

Marked as his.

"Okay. I'm gonna get dressed and then grab a few things. I'll meet you outside," he added, making it clear that Jack wasn't going to see what he was bringing until they were there.

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Jack just gave a nod and picked out a few clothes. Ones that were already dirty to put on, some clean, warm ones to layer on afterward. And, of course, the winter things. It wasn't long before he was at the door and dressed for the hike to the compound.

"Would you hurry up?" he called, teasing...mostly. Then he opened the door and stepped out. The dogs looked up from their bed by the fire like he was crazy.

"Don't rush me!" Logan called back.

He did the same as Jack. tossing on some clothes that needed washing, but grabbing some clean clothes before slipping on his winter coat and grabbing one last thing.

He slipped the surprise into his coat pocket, and quickly headed downstairs.

He only paused long enough to give both the dogs a scratch, and then hooked his arm with Jack;s and lead the other man outside.

It didn't seem as cold as before, of course, he wasn't burning with a fever this time, either. He kept Logan close and smiled at the decorations. It seemed that now that a few days had passed, everything was decorated. There were even some train tracks clear of snow. Jack listened and there was a high pitched whistle off in the distance.

"Have you noticed a train?" he asked, looking at the tracks for a second before continuing on to the compound.

Logan looked down at the tracks and then over at Jack. "Nope," he said honestly. "Maybe some turn of the century villain turned up with them. You know, to tie damsels too," he quipped lightly, squinting as he tried to focus on what looked like a train heading their way.

Jack caught sight of it and snorted.

"It's too little to do anything to a damsel," he remarked. "It looks like it was made for kids."

"I bet it would take us to the compound," Logan said thoughtfully, looking down at the tracks. "Want to catch a ride and find out?" he asked.

Jack hardly had time to think about it when the train crept slowly toward them and came to a stop with a sigh.

"I guess, as long as it stops there, too," he shrugged, then tugged Logan along as he climbed in. As soon as they were settled, the train whistled and then lurched forward.

Logan settled into the seat beside Jack, unconcerned with how small and tight the space was. "If it doesn't, I'm pretty sure we could jump off," he pointed out.

He could still smell sex on the other man, warm familiar and heavy... It was a strange comfort, and he draped an arm over his shoulders as he leaned in to kiss his cheek.

With Logan as close as he was, Jack's mind wandered to where it always seemed to wander and he found himself wondering if they could have sex on this thing while it wound its way around the island. After all, how many opportunities like this could they possibly get. He turned his head to kiss Logan back, but the train had rounded a curve and was already slowing to stop at the compound.

"Okay...that was fun," he conceded. "Now, lets go get cleaned up. I feel filthy."

"You are filthy," Logan smirked, smacking Jack's cheek playfully before slipping out of the train and dashing towards the compound doors to get out of the snow.

He didn't wait for Jack to follow, heading straight for the showers they always used and starting to undress while he waited for the water to heat up.

Jack followed along at a leisurely pace, finding Logan nearly undressed by the time he walked in, only his coat off and slung over his arm.

"Now that is a nice sight to walk in on," he smirked before he proceeded to start to strip himself. The water was steaming out of the stall and he was more eager to wash than he'd thought he was.

Logan rolled his eyes a little, leaving his clothes in a pile and pulling something from his coat pocket.

"Just get in the shower already," he snorted.

He stretched hard and then padded into the shower without a word. The spray was so hot it stung and he curled his arms in front of his chest for a minute before he turned around to let it beat on his back.

"Jack groaned and curled over, the heat seeping through his skin. It was so good that he didn't pay attention to Logan at all as the younger man joined him.

Logan said nothing at first, moving to stand behind Jack and pressing up tightly against him.

"I love you," he murmured, catching one of Jack's wrists and pulling it back as he looped the short length of rope he'd brought with him around it and knotted it firmly. "I'll always take care of you... You'll always take care of me too, right?" he whispered, his voice surprisingly low and rough as he caught the other wrist and quickly bound them together.

"Hard to take care of you with my arms behind my back," he pointed out, though he didn't struggle. "Does this mean you're going to take care of getting me washed up?"

"That's the first thing I'm gonna take care of," Logan replied, pressing a kiss to Jack's shoulder and turning him around as he reached for the soap.

He lathered up the washcloth, and quickly set to work, washing Jack carefully- like he was fragile or precious.

Irreplaceable.

"Those scratches don't look good," he said softly.

"They look fine. I like them," he protested, turning to look at the lines on his arms. The way Logan's hands felt made him melt all the more under the heat of the water. He couldn't quite describe it- It was just so tender compared to earlier.

"Besides, they'll heal soon enough. I've had worse."

Logan's hands worked slowly down Jack's body, massaging him gently as he washed away the dirt and come. "I know you have," he said softly.

"I don't like causing you real pain though."

"Oh?" he asked, flexing his arms and looking down at them briefly. When he looked back up, his eyes were drawn to the scar on Logan's shoulder where hed shot the younger man.

"Yeah, I don't like really hurting you either. Games are one thing, but..."

Logan followed Jack's gaze, lifting his hand to touch the scar on his shoulder, and then leaning in to kiss Jack soundly.

"Accidents happen," he said softly. "We both just have to be careful sometimes."

"Easy to be careful when I'm tied up," he smirked against Logan's lips. "You always make me wonder what's going on in your head when you do stuff like this."