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Logan had never been the sort of child who tip-toed down the stairs to see what Santa had brought. He'd learned the hard way that peeking at presents never ended in anything but punishment. Not to mention the fact that Aaron had made quick work of ruining any dreams of Santa by telling Logan he wasn't real at a very young age.

There was no room for make-believe at the Echolls home. Not that it had ever been easy to get lost in a dream world in a house full of violence and anger anyeway.

So on Christmas morning, Logan didn't slip out of bed. Instead he slid closer to Jack, holding the other man tightly and letting himself be grateful for what he thought was the best gift he could get that year.

Jack.

Jack was still there. Logan hadn't managed to chase him off or ruin what they had. He hadn't lost the other man to someone better. If anything, he'd gained more and more of Jack as time went by- and that was all Logan really wanted this year.

Nuzzling the other man's neck, he hummed softly and then whispered, "Merry Christmas, Jack."

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"I don't think I need to worry about that," Logan replied, sounding confident as they headed into the woods.

"You might want to watch out though."

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Jack tilted his chin so he could look at Logan suspiciously. The cold only made the faint bruise on his jaw seem darker and he wondered just what he needed to watch out for.

"Oh, really?" he asked, walking along, deeper into the trees. "And just what do you think might happen?"

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"Anything," Logan replied simply, the word sounding a lot like a threat.

They were deep in the woods and Logan wet his lips as he looked at Jack again. He didn't hesitate and he didn't hold back, knocking Jack into the snow and quickly scrambling to get on top of him.

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He'd had his guard up, or all the good that it did him. He brought his arms up to protect himself, the cold snow seeping in between his hat and his collar and making his neck practically burn.

"What the fuck, Logan?" he gasped, struggling to get the younger man off of him.

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"You want to take me around to see our friends and family, covered in come? No, Jack. That isn't happening. And you know what? You're right. I won't ever be your bitch. I can't just take it. And I don't care. I don't care and... You can spank me all you want. That won't ever change. You'll just wind me up more."

He wanted nothing more than to fuck Jack, right there, right in the snow, and he hesitated only a moment before starting to open the layers of clothes. Peeling open Jack's coat and opening his pants.

He tugged them down and wet his lips. "How long do you think we have until one of us freezes to death?"

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It took a minute before he realized just what Logan was doing. Jack blinked and looked down, then back at Logan's face.

"A while," he said, working to conceal the smug satisfaction that Logan had cracked. "But if I get frostbite on my dick, you're gonna pay," he added, reaching up to slip his hands inside Logan's coat against his chest.

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"You talk like that and it's like you want me to give you frostbite," Logan smirked, smacking Jack's thigh and biting his lip.

"Take your coat off, you need something to kneel on. I want you from behind."

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Jack swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Logan's. He wanted it, yeah, but he hadn't expected that Logan would pull this in the middle of the woods. He knew the younger man wasn't fond of fucking anywhere where they could get caught, and...well, it was cold.

But the whole idea excited him and his eyes sparkled with want.

"You'll have to get off me," he said, his voice a low, cool rumble in his throat and chest.

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Logan said nothing, but smirked as he moved to give Jack the room he needed.

It was cold, and this was crazy, but after everything Jack had done- it felt right.

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With Logan up a little, Jack squirmed out of his coat and laid it out a little better on the snow. Every time he looked at Logan, his eyes seemed darker. He licked his lips and felt the burn as the cold nearly instantly chapped them.

"And now?" he asked, wondering for a moment if he could wrestle the younger man down and jerk off on him just once more.

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"Now I want you on your hands and knees. I told you I'd be yours, but right now? You're mine. The game's off until I'm done with you." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small bottle of lotion he'd pocketed on the way out.

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Jack wanted to kiss him so badly that his mouth watered. His breath clouded out and wafted away in thick puffs. Slowly, he shifted and rolled ver, on his hands and knees, but still dressed.

"You came prepared, he noted, wondering just how cold this was going to be.

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"You always tell me to be prepared," Logan replied, tugging Jack's jeans down and slicking up his fingers.

"Look at you, on your hands and knees in the snow- waiting to be fucked. You don't need a collar, it was a waste of leather. You're already mine. So mine." he smirked, running his slick fingers down Jack's crack.

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Jack groaned and canted his ass higher, offering himself up. He didn't need a collar. He didn't need anything at all. All he needed was a word or a look and Logan was right...Jack was all his.

"Shit," he hissed, jerking away a little, though not much. "That's fucking cold." And he was getting colder by the second. The way Logan had pulled his pants down kept his cock trapped, but his ass was bare to the world.

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"Tough," Logan replied, warming his hands a little before starting to slick up his cock. "You can take it."

Lining up his dick, he pushed Jack's shirt up a little and slowly thrust forward, slipping in even though he hadn't offered Jack any more preparation than a generous amount of lotion.

They didn't have time to screw around. It was too cold for that shit.

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He dropped from his hands to his elbows, his arms curled up as he grasped his hair again. His ass stayed high, round and firm and all for Logan. That was the only thought running through his mind. Nothing of victory, nothing of the cold. Just the simple fact that any time, any place, it was always all or Logan.

He hissed again, his body resisting the intrusion. It was brief, though, and soon Logan illed him and stretched him and he didnt notice the temperature at all.

"Logan," he whispered, the name carried on a cloud of hot breath. "Yeah...yes. Yes, baby, please..."

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"Say please again. I love it when you say please," Logan panted, slowly building up a pace and holding on tightly to Jack's hips. "You look so good like this. You look perfect. Love your ass, Jack. Love you. -Fuck, you feel so good."

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"Please," he gasped, just doing and not thinking. Logan wasnt wrong...Jack did like it when the younger man took control. When he didnt have to think or plan or keep control. All he had to do was arch his back and remember to breathe. His fingers tightened in his hair and he oaned against his coat, begging over and over, one please rolling on top of the next. Every time he exhaled, he pleaded or more.

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Logan's pleasure was building fast. He'd been waiting all day for this, and he needed it. He needed to come.

He dug his fingers into Jack's hips, gasping and groaning as he thrust harder and faster.

"Love you, love you- oh fuck. Fuck, Jack..." he babbled, pushing Jack down hard as his hips stuttered and he spilled deep inside the other man.

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It was so quick and dirty and spontaneous that Jack hardly had time to notice the cold that was numbing his thighs beore he felt the hot gush filling him. He moaned again, pushing back against Logan to get just a little more, to keep it going just a little longer.

"Please," he begged once more, then the tension went out o his back and his spine swayed into a fine arch.

Love you so much," he whispered, not even certain Logan could hear him.

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Logan could hear, but after being denied release twice that morning, he didn't care.

It was his turn to have fun and Jack's turn to wait.

Pulling out, he tucked himself away quickly, recovering fast and getting to his feet, leaving Jack on his hands and knees in the snow. "I'm not going to Joe's or anywhere else. I'm going home. We are going home. Our games stay between us. Don't ever forget that."

He was still coated in come, but he stood taller than before as he turned and headed back towards the hut, expecting Jack to follow.

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Jack didn't follow right away. He caught his breath and mourned the loss of the warmth of Logan against him and inside him for a moment, then ultimately reached down and pulled his pants up. Once he got them fastened, Jack dropped to his side and laid on his coat for a few minutes, just trying to pull himself back together.

By the time he got up, Logan was long gone. He was probably back home already, Jack thought. He followed the trail home and by the time he got there he was sweating, even though his coat was caked with snow from the ground, and so was his hat and shoulders from the new storm that had begn to fall. He walked inside and closed the door, standing there long enough to begin to drip.

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Logan had stripped out of his winter gear, and was stretched out on the sofa in front of the fire.

Laying on his stomach, he didn't react to Jack's entrance, yawning a little and looking pleased with himself still as he shifted and got comfortable again.

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He continued to move slowly, hanging his coat and hat, laying his gloves ot and setting his boots near the door as well. And then he moved into the room and peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the back of the couch, little drops of cold water falling on Logan, but Jack just kept walking, heading upstairs without a word.

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Logan flinched when the water dripped onto him, sliding off the couch and heading up the stairs after Jack to see what the other man was doing.

Heading into the room and sitting down on the bed, he picked up the collar, playing with it a little and then putting it aside.

His feet swung a bit and he grinned as he watched Jack. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously, clearly board now that he'd gotten what he wanted.