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Silent, Logan looked up just long enough to see Jack's face, taking the other man deeper into his mouth as his hands found his hips.

He held on tightly, his hold making it clear that Jack wasn't going anywhere- and that he was his.

His Jack. His Captain.

His husband.

Jack tried to keep quiet, moaning through his nose while he kept his lips firmly pressed together. This wasn't like the heat and urgency of earlier. Logan knew him too well and the build up was fantastic. His thighs quivered as he fought to stay on his feet, the grip on his hips sometimes the only thing that kept him from slipping.

"Please," he whispered finally, as soft as he possibly could. The word was practically lost in the cacophony of water hitting tile. "Please, Logan...please...so, ohh, so close..."

Part of Logan wanted to make the other man wait, enjoying the soft gasps and pleas too much to let it end so quickly. ...But they'd played so much today, and too many confessions had been made to turn this into something trivial.

Building up his pace, he hummed around his mouthful, encouraging Jack with his tongue and his lips.

One more lick, one more slide of those perfect lips, one more slow pull of suction...just one more. Just another and Jack began to tremble as the force of it rocked through him. His knees locked and his back went rigid. Still trying to be quiet, he let out a choked gasp before swallowing the rest of his cry until it was nothing more than a whimper.

"I..., he started, panting hard and shaking his head to clear it. "I...that...you...fuck, I love you," he stammered.

Still silent, Logan licked the other man clean, picking up the discarded washcloth and picking up right where he'd left off.

"Love you too," he said finally, his tone making it clear that he meant it. That it wasn't just something he was parroting or tossing around.

He loved Jack, more than he'd realized he could love anyone.

"...I dunno how I'm gonna get those knots out," he admitted, realizing too late that wet rope wouldn't come undone easily, and aware of the fact that they'd likely have to be cut.

"You didn't happen to bring a knife, did you?" he asked with a nervous laugh.

"No," he said simply, shaking his head as he looked down at Logan. "We can figure it out, though. If nothing else, you can dry me off and pull the sweater on, drape the coat over my shoulders and we can go home. Like playing prisoner," he smirked.

"Too bad it means I don't get to wash you, though. Guess you could just take care of yourself. I don't mind watching." He only sounded half-teasing, his eyes dark with promise. As always, Jack was willing and eager to do anything Logan could dream up.

"Yeah? You're a pretty shitty prisoner, Jack," Logan grinned, obviously intrigued by the idea as he started to wash himself.

"Would be fun to watch you try and get free though..." he admitted.

"I'm not going to do it in here. I'll slip and fall on my ass," he chuckled, working his wrists in the wet bonds, stretching them but not accomplishing much beyond that.

"It would be fun..." he added, actually giving it some thought. It was something different. "It'd mean you'd have to actually escort me back home, though. I mean really...dressed for the weather as best as you can. Try not to make it obvious enough that people ask questions before we get out of the compound..."

"I know what to do, don't tell me what to do," Logan protested, narrowing his eyes slightly at Jack. "And I meant you could struggle at home, not here. With our luck you'd fall and crack your skull open and we'd end up having to go see House."

That got him to stop dead. If he could help it, he wasn't going to see House ever again. Every time he thought about the man he got queasy with anger. He could forgive a lot, but betrayal...

House might think he didn't do anything wrong because he hadn't outright lied, but he had betrayed Jack in a way the man had never expected. He couldn't forgive that.

"Fine," he agreed, stepping back to stand against the wall. "I'll just wait. Game on."

Logan couldn't help but be somewhat surprised by how easily Jack agreed, and he quirked a curious brow as he finished cleaning up and tossed the cloth aside.

"Stay here," he instructed quietly, shutting of the water and slipping out of the shower.

He returned a moment later with a large towel, and he tugged Jack closer as he started to dry him off. "We're alone. I'm gonna dry you off, and then you're gonna follow me out and we'll see how fast I can get you dressed and out of here..."

Jack was uncharacteristically obedient, savoring every touch. He did his best to accommodate Logan as he dried him off and nodded.

"You'll take care of me?" he asked in a voice so convincingly innocent that it was easy to tell he was playing. He was devoted to the game, though. They hadn't really done anything like this...Jack had never really bought into being this dependant on Logan before.

"Always," Logan answered, meeting Jack's eyes with his own, and then turning to peek past the curtain to make sure they were alone.

Carefully he led Jack out into the open, finding the clean clothes the other man had brought and starting to dress him.

"Wouldn't let anyone see you like this, Captain. This is mine."

It was frighteningly easy to slip into the role. Jack closed his eyes and nodded, doing his best to help as Logan dressed him. Without his arms, his balance was off, and when the shirt and sweater went on over his head, the sleeves simply hung at his sides. But he was covered. He knew that with the coat over his shoulders, it wouldn't be painfully obvious that he was completely under Logan's control.

"I like when you take care of things," Jack said. It wasn't a complete lie, either. For as much as he preferred to be in control, he didn't mind, once in a while, just giving it all up. Giving it all over to Logan. The younger man had proven that he wouldn't abuse Jack simply because he could.

"No you don't," Logan replied, draping Jack's coat over his shoulders, and then moving away as he started to dress himself.

"But it's nice when you let me."

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?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd love to put on a show and watch them watch you..." Logan murmured, stepping closer and groping Jack roughly though his jeans.

"We're going home. No one gets to see you like this but me," he said firmly, turning away and holding the door open for the other man.

He purred softly and leaned in to steal a kiss before turning to leave the bathroom. He honestly didn't feel like answering questions about why he was how he was. He had a feeling no one would understand the point of their game...or why it was fun.

He made sure Logan was next to him the entire way out of the compound, waiting for the younger man to open doors. He was the very picture of obedience, although he still wore his usual cocky grin and walked with his normal swaggering grace.

"You really did fail kindergarten and that whole 'sharing' thing, didn't you?" he teased once they were out in the snow. Logan had told him that once, but he hadn't really grasped it.

"Sharing is for people who don't love what they have," Logan replied simply, one gloved hand moving to rest on Jack's ass as they made their way towards Bohemia.

It was cold still, so Logan stayed close, occasionally looking over to admire the other man and wet his lips.

"You know, you once told me you could get out of anything- Nearly anything. You honestly think you can get out of that knot on your own?" he asked curiously.

"I'm working on it," Jack replied. Hed been trying to stretch the wet rope since before theyd even gotten out of the shower and although his hands throbbed with the restriction of blood, he was making progress.

"Just give me some time. Once we get home, I'll get loose. Just wait," he purred, turning his head to look at Logan along the line of his shoulder. He knew it wouldnt be easy and the guy would likely get one hell of a show, but he knew he could do it.

"What if I tie your ankles too?" Logan asked. "Hell, maybe I should really tie you up, and just watch you struggle. I bet that's more fun than watching a fire," he quipped, flashing a smirk.

"I could leave you on the floor while I slip into my pajamas and sit on the couch with some coffee. Who needs TV when I have you?"

"You really want to?" Jack asked seductively. You really want to watch me work my way free? Might take a while...I bet you'd just get bored and go to bed."

"Never get bored of you," Logan replied. "Besides, I can't wait to find out what happens when you get free."

He paused a moment, and then smirked again. "If you get free."

He simply arched a brow and tilted his head, a sweet, playful smile dancing across his lips. Given enough time, he was sure he could get loose. Even if Logan had gotten much better at his knots.

He stomped the snow off his boots at the doorstep and then waited for Logan to let him in. It didnt even dawn on him just how okay he was with being dependant on the other man for nearly everything right now.

Logan dusted some of the stray snow from Jack's coat, and then opened the door and ushered the other man inside.

As soon as the door was shut though, he was peeling off layers. Removing Jack's coat and sweater until he stood in nothing but his jeans and socks. He examined the ropes around Jack's wrists, and rubbed away any stiffness with gentle fingers, before wandering off to get more rope.

He was gone a while, and when he returned he had changed into his pajama bottoms. He was carrying more than just rope too, his other hand holding a mug of coffee.

Putting the mug down, he grinned. "Get on the floor."