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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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"No," Jack protested, practically whining. He lifted his arm to beckon Logan back, then promptly dropped it to the mattress. "Stay with me. I can't really sleep without you."

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Logan wasn't really tired, but when Jack spoke that way, Logan couldn't say no.

"Alright," he agreed, heading over to the bed and stretching out beside Jack. "You owe me though. first thing, as soon as you wake up."

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"Owe you," he snorted. "You'll be lucky if I can move at all when I wake up. You really worked me over. My ass is going to hurt for a week."

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"Yeah? Good, that's how it should be," Logan grinned. "You weren't nearly as hard on me. You should have tried harder if you didn't want me waking you up first thing in the morning," he smirked, pressing a kiss to Jack's jaw and then settling into his spot.

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"Oh, I don't know...I think it turned out to be a pretty good Christmas," Jack replied sleepily. "I'm just gonna take a little nap. Just a short one. There's hours left...and we still haven't had dinner."

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Logan smiled and held on tighter. "It was a damn good Christmas," he assured the other man. "Get some rest, we can eat later."

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Jack drifted off quickly, though he slept fitfully. He dreamed, dreams so vivid they may as well have been real. He dreamed of laying over Logan's lap, dreamed of the watery sensation in his legs as he tried to rise. And he dreamed of the warm slide of Logan's mouth on his cock. Of Logan's hands. Of his perfect ass, high in the air. Jack dreamed of coming, again and again, on the younger man's willing lips and the way he looked as he spilled in his own hand, gasping Jack's name.

It came as no surprise to him that when he woke, he had twisted and was rutting slowly against Logan caught halfway between knowing what he was doing and the dream of slipping into the hot grip of the younger man's body.

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Despite 'not being tired', Logan had drifted off not long after Jack, and he was still half asleep as he squirmed and protested lazily. While Jack had woken up wound up and ready to go, Logan was still out of it, pawing at the other man as if trying to knock him away.

God only knew what Logan had been dreaming about. Sometimes it was best not to know. After all, for every dream there were several nightmares.

Still, he settled down as he started to register that the only thing attacking him was Jack, and he made a gruff sort of sound as he stopped fighting and slumped against the other man.

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Half awake, Jack curled closer, his cock pressing insistently against Logan's hip. He twisted a little more and mouthed soft kisses against what skin he could reach and clumsy hands smoothed over the younger man's firm, warm body. He mumbled along with the kisses, though nothing he said made any sense. Even half asleep, Jack knew what he was doing. Instinct, maybe, or just so many years of practice. He moved steadily from one spot to another, the places that made Logan moan the most, always working his way lower.

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Mewling a little, Logan wiggled until he was turned around, his back to Jack and his face pressed against his pillow. Logan was never a morning person, and even after what was barely more than a nap, he was drowsy, grumpy, and slow to really wake up.

Jack's cock bumped against his ass, and he squirmed again. He was just starting to doze back off, and the feeling of jJack's erection shifted his dreams until he was moaning softly and rocking back.

These days all his dreams revolved around Jack, and flashes of a dream he'd had the night before twisted with reality as he groaned and reached back to try and touch the other man.

His latest fantasies were ones he hadn't shared with Jack yet- They both involved the other man in one of his crisp white shirts and the glasses he occasionally wore. It was strange, but the glasses made Jack look so different, and in his dreams they were enough to bring to life a fantasy of Jack as a teacher- or Jack as something much more twisted. ...Something that made him feel filthy, no matter how much it turned him on.

The glasses made Jack look like one of those dads from a 50's TV show, and that one little thought had created a fantasy he was sure he'd never share with the other man.

Or anyone for that matter.

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Jack kissed Logan's shoulders and neck and slipped his hand down the gentle curve of Logan's waist. The more he moved, the more he woke up, but as the world became clearer, the dreams still hung on. Just phantoms around the fringes, enough to spur him on. For a moment he thought they were covered in oil, then it shifted and he wondered if maybe they were in zero G...but he was mostly aware of just where they were and just what he was doing.

"You should wake up," he whispered, so softly it barely registered...as if he didn't really want Logan to wake up at all. "You should wake up and tell me what you want..."

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Jack's words didn't really break through the fog, and Logan simply moaned as he slipped deeper into his fantasy.

"Please," Logan whispered, his words hard to understand. Though the next word sounded a lot like dad.

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Jack froze. Not just his hands, not just his mouth...it felt like even his heart stopped. He couldn't have heard that right. Except he had. He knew he had. For all the secrets he knew about Logan, there always seemed to be more.

And there were a lot of things Jack would do in bed...and there was a short but concrete list of things he wouldn't. And somehow, this abruptly jumped from one list to the other.

He went pale and rolled away, staring at Logan's back. He just kept inching away until he hit the edge of the mattress, then he turned and sat up on the edge, turning his back on the sleeping man.

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It got cold, and Logan woke slowly, rubbing his face as he slowly sat up and looked around.

Leaning back against the headboard, he looked over at Jack, confused as to why the other man was so far away. It didn't register that he might have said something out loud- his dreams already starting to fade away.

"Jack? ...You awake?" he asked.

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"Uh...yeah," he replied quietly, then got to his feet and walked over to his clothes without looking at Logan.

"You can go back to sleep. Sorry if I...I'm sorry." Then he swallowed hard and tried to ignore the way his stomach felt like slowly sloshing water.

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"Sorry for what?" Logan asked, frowning slightly as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Where are you going?" he asked, getting out of bed and catching Jack's arm before he could get dressed.

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Jack shuddered and shook Logan off. "I don't know. I just...just downstairs. Or something," he said, clearly shaken to the core.

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Logan drew back when Jack shook him off, the action harsher than a slap to the face.

"Oh," he replied simply, wondering just what he'd done that was so vile that Jack wouldn't even let him touch him.

It hurt, and he swallowed hard as he took a step back and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck. "If I was to harsh earlier- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just... I won't do it again."

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He shook his head and held up a hand. He felt like he needed a shower.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he assured Logan. "It's nothing you did. I just..."

Jack shook his head again.

"You called me dad," he said, his voice quiet though that one word, that one single syllable, sounded like the most vile, repulsive word Jack had ever spoken.

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And there it was, his filthy fantasy exposed. One word, one stupid word, and he'd fucked up everything.

"No- no I didn't... I wasn't. It's not like that, okay? It was just- I was tired. You say stupid shit when you're tired, you know? I didn't mean to say that. I didn't- ...I don't think of you like that. And I wasn't mistaking you for him, okay?" he said firmly, needing to make sure that much was clear.

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"Okay," he said, though it wasn't okay at all. His shoulders tensed and he finally found it in him to look at Logan.

"I was kissing you," he continued. "I was...if he..."

His stomach did a slow forward roll and he paled again. He didn't want to know, but he couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Did Aaron ever...I mean...no. Nevermind. I can't...I can't do this."

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"No!" Logan blurted. "No, god- he did a lot of fucked up things, but he never... That isn't what I was... Fuck," he swore, raking his fingers through his hair as he realized he was going to have to come clean.

"It's a dream, it's a stupid dream, and it has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. You and your stupid glasses. It's= It's fucked up, I know it is, but I have this dream where we're playing. We're playing and you're pretending to be- and I'm... It's just a dream though. It's no different then when I dream you're giving me detention or when I dream I'm keeping you as a pet- it's a dream. nothing more. And I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't... I'll never ask you for that. And it's nothing to do with Aaron, okay? I swear."

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Logan's explanation didn't really help, except to relieve that sickening thought that Aaron had done more than beat Logan. But where most of Logan's dreams or fantasies made Jack interested and willing to fulfil them for the younger man, this...this just didn't sit right.

"Don't," he said, soft but firm. "Don't ever ask. I can't do that. I can do a lot, but I can't do that."

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Logan swallowed hard and nodded, clearly humiliated as he turned away and started to get dressed.

He felt exposed in a way he couldn't stand to be, and Jack's disapproval filled him with shame and guilt. He'd felt sick before, but now- now he just felt disgusting.

Tugging the sleeves of his over sized sweater down over his fingertips, he took a deep breath and headed out of the bedroom.

He couldn't risk breaking down in front of Jack, and he could feel himself about to lose it. The last thing he wanted was Jack even more disgusted when he started to fall apart.

Not bothering to pull his coat on, he stepped out onto the porch and sank down, his back against the wall and his arms around his knees as he ducked his head and reminded himself to keep breathing.

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Jack wasn't sure where Logan had gone and for once, he didn't follow him. It was dark out and Jack found his watch to check the time. It was only around nine...there wasn't anything like accurate time, but it was close enough. He wandered downstairs, built up the fire, and busied himself just to keep his mind off of things. Jack looked at the food and started to put it all away. He had no appetite.

As he worked, he wondered if he should tell Logan why he'd reacted how he had. He couldn't hold Logan's dreams or fantasies against him, but Jack just...couldn't. He didn't really want to share certain parts of his past- No more than he had. Logan already knew Jack had been a monster. He didn't need details.