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It had been a few days since he and jack had woken up ill, and Logan was feeling better.

Silently, he slipped out of bed, leaving Jack to get some more rest as he headed into the kitchen to brew some coffee and make some breakfast. It didn't take long, and soon he was standing at the bottom of the stairs calling for Jack to come downstairs.

He had a lot he wanted to get done. He wanted to do the tree and start talking about gifts. The holidays were getting closer, and this year they where going to be perfect... He was sure of that.

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"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."

"Maybe I just want to be in control today," Logan replied softly, kissing his cheek and then slowly dropping to his knees as he started to wash Jack's legs.

Starting at the ankles and working his way up to Jack's thighs, his touch was gentle and tender.

Jack caught his breath and watched Logan descend. The sight of the younger man on his knees never failed to make Jack ache with wanting.

"You don't have to tie me up for that," he said. "I think you just like being a pervert. There was a time you'd have never done this anyplace as public as the shower. And now look at you."

Jack smiled.

You're amazing."

"It's different when you're the one tied up," Logan replied simply, starting to kiss Jack's thigh and nuzzle his cock.

He groaned softly and tipped his head back. There was no way he'd ever let Logan go. Not when he could have this effect on Jack by doing something so simple and saying something so honest.

"Okay," he agreed quietly, willing himself to be still as Logan ministered to his wet skin.

Logan took his time, tasting and touching every inch of skin he could reach, letting his own desire build before turning his head to take the tip of Jack's cock between his lips.

Sucking lightly, he took a moment to really feel it- taking in the taste and the weight of it with a soft and muffled moan.