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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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"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."

If he was going to be on the floor, he was going to be comfortable, Jack walked over to the plush rug in front of the fire before he carefully got down on his knees.

"What now?" he asked, eyeing the rope with interest and ignoring the coffee entirely.

Logan didn't answer. Instead he kissed the back of Jack's neck as he wound some rope around the other man's chest, trapping the other man's arms against his body.

As soon as that was done, he was gently pushing Jack onto his stomach, binding his ankles and then his knees. They'd never really dabbled in this sort of thing while dressed, and somehow Jack looked even more attractive. Like a gift with a large bow on top. He smiled as he groped the other man through what was left of his clothes, and moaned a little as he leaned over him and kissed his back.

"Now get free," he said softly, adjusting himself as he got to his feet and picked up his coffee.

That changed his plan considerably. He moved slowly at first, twisting this way and that. The knot around his wrist tightened, but the rope creaked and stretched, it wasnt long before he could slip a wrist out. It was difficult, but once he had his hands, he felt better. He couldn't reach the knot for the ropes around his chest, though. It meant more twisting and rolling, trying to get it to scoot down his arms so it was looser. The process took a long time and even though he was working, the struggle and knowing Logan was watching every move had him so hard that his jeans made his cock throb.

HE wasnt putting on a show, but the process was something to see, regardless. Twisting and rolling, pulling and stretching, Jack was focused on what he was doing. Only every now and again did he look up to see what Logan was doing, and the way the man's eyes looked burned right through him.

Logan had put the coffee aside ages ago, his hand too busy touching himself through the thin fabric of his pajamas to hold a mug.

He watched Jack with obvious desire, taking in every movement and biting his lip as he rubbed one sock clad foot over the obvious bulge in the other man's pants.

"Give up yet?" he asked, squirming in his seat and fighting the urge to simply take himself in hand and jerk off.

Jack drew in a slow breath and rocked his hips up against Logans foot. The friction was something he needed desperately, but it only distracted him from the task at hand and he was nothing if not focused.

"Not yet," he scoffed, struggling harder. He felt a slip, then another, and a few minutes later he was pulling his arms free. The coil of rope hung around his bare waist and where it had been secured around his skin was just now bright pink rope burn and welt. He got to work on picking the knots around his legs and ankles free. It had been a slow process, but hed succeeded. He always succeeded.

"Enjoy the show?" he asked, crawling to where Logan sat. He dragged his lips up the younger man's thigh, eyes looking up from beneath dark lashes and heavy brows.

Logan grinned, clearly impressed as he pulled his foot up onto the couch and adjusted himself through his pajama bottoms again.

"Yeah, actually, I did. We should do it again," he decided. "Bet you couldn't get free if I tied you a different way..."

It was as if Logan had found a whole new game to play, and his eyes were bright as he watched the other man.

"We should," he agreed, his lips ghosting over Logans cock. It didn't matter that the fabric was a barrier, he mouthed at the ridge, licking the damp cloth with his tongue and nibbling his way along until he could catch the waist band in his teeth and pull them down just enough to free the head of Logan's cock. He sucked greedily at what bare flesh he could get to, keeping his hands behind his back the whole time- as if they were still bound.

"Fuck me," he begged on a soft whisper. "Right here. Right now. I need you inside me, Logan. Want you to stretch me wide and fill me up. Come on, baby...fuck me. I earned it."

Jack rarely begged, not without being provoked or forced into doing so.

He was free now, and yet there he was, on his knees, begging to be fucked. It shot right through the younger man, making his toes curl and his cock even harder than before.

"Okay," he replied. "Get on your hands and knees... I'll get the lotion," he replied, stroking the other man's hair. Like a master promising his pet a treat.

Rocking back onto his heels, Jack gave Logan enough room to get up. His fingers wasted no time undoing his fly so he could strip down. By the time Logan was out of the room, Jack was on the rug again, on hands and knees. This time, he was showing off. His ass held high, he arched his back and had his hands spread so his shoulders were taut. His cock hung heavy and thick between his legs. The display was all for Logans benefit.

It was one hell of a sight, one Logan never got tired of seeing, and he dropped the lotion as he slowly knelt down behind Jack.

"God, look at you," he murmured, taking the time to explore the other man with his hands and his lips.

"You are- so beautiful."

Jack shivered beneath the touch and strained for more.

"Come on, Logan," he gasped, arching harder and wriggling a little. "Please...I played the game..."

"I know, I'm gonna give it to you," Logan promised, smoothing his hand down the other man's spine.

A moment later and he was slicking his fingers up and prepping the other man. Stretching him slowly and humming softly.

He whimpered and squirmed, rocking his hips at the intrusion of Logan's fingers. It wasn't enough and ever fiber of his being screamed that he needed more.

"Please," he whined, barely restraining himself. "Logan...Logan, please. You don't get it..."

Even he didnt get it, but somewhere between getting bound and blown in the shower and being marched home to be fully trussed up, Jack was aching for something that he couldn't even label. Somethng he wasn't even certain he'd find getting lost in the moment with Logan.

Logan soothed the other man with soft sounds, but after that, there was no tenderness. Slicking his cock up, he held on tightly to Jack's hips and thrust in hard.

Before the other man could even begin to adjust, Logan was pulling back out and slamming back in, building a brutal pace. "Fuck," he groaned. "Jesus, you feel... fuck..."

He pushed Jack down, forcing him to arch his back more and lift his ass higher into the air. A moment later and he was bringing his hand down hard, spanking him roughly in time with his thrusts.

Crying out shamelessly, Jack held onto the rug and went where Logan moved him. The force of it caught him off guard and made him cry out again, but the pain and pleasure blended together and it was...it was perfect.

"Harder", he begged, lifting his ass for Logan to use. "God, Logan...please, baby. I'm yours. All yours. Always. Always yours."

"Mine," Logan echoed, his voice barely more than a deep growl. "Always mine," he panted, fucking Jack harder.

Reaching out, he grabbed a fistful of Jack's hair and pulled.

"Tell me you love this. You love me. The way I fuck you."

"I love it. Love how you feel. How you fuck me. How you take it when you want it," he gasped. "Your cock...I think about it all the time. In my mouth. Hand. Ass. You fuck me so good. God, yeah...like that. Feels so- sogood."

He kept babbling, breathless and desperate words that huffed out every time Logan sank deep. Braced on the rug with the fire warming them, Jack opened his eyes to see the tree and the twinkling lights. And the window.

The thought that someone could be watching them from outside nearly made him come undone then and there.

Reaching around, Logan took hold of Jack's cock in he freehand, jerking him off with a firm qrip.

"Think about yours too," he panted. "Think about you- all the time. all night, all day, it's like there's nothing else. Just you. Fuck, love you," he rambled, biting his lip and tugging harder on the other man's hair as he felt himself nearing his climax.

"Oh...oh, God...God, Logan, ohhh..." he gasped, thrusting orward and rocking back against Logans thrusts. Sweat prickled along his shoulders and back and beaded at his hiarline. Babbling nonsense until the words gave way to primal grunts, he felt it coming. Coming fast. And then he rocked with the force of it and spilled in Logan's hand. Breathing hard, Jack managed to open his eyes and look at the window again, wondering if anyone was out there.

Logan could see where Jack was looking, but he was too out of breath to say anything.

With a deep groan, he came hard, sinking in deep and letting go of Jack's hair. "Fuck," he cried out softly, collapsing on top of the other man and moaning deeply.