echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

"It's okay," he replied, tugging his coat closed against the cold. "I'm sorry you didn't have as much as I did. Always do."

"It's not a big deal, I'm having fun now that I'm with you," Logan replied, staggering a little. "Did you break any of the rules?" he asked curiously, wobbling and hanging onto Jack's arm to make sure he didn't slip.

"I made Scotty blush, so Iguess I flirted with him somehow, but I don't know what I did. I was on my best behavior," Jack admitted honestly. "I just told him the story about the hypervodka and my executioners."

"The ones you had a three-way with you mean," Logan replied, giving Jack a look. "Yeah, can't imagine why that would make him blush. ...You know I wouldn't care, but you know he likes you."

"It's a good story!" he insisted. "It's not like I was offering a threesome or something. And it's one of the few stories I have that don't end with me running away...naked. I can't help it if he likes me." He paused. "I don't know why. All I ever do is talk about you."

"You should have offered him a threesome. Maybe the thought of being naked with me would turn him off enough to get over you," Logan muttered, stumbling a little and swearing under his breath.

"Oh, please," Jack snorted. "You should see how he looks at you. "If I thought for a second that you noticed, I might be jealous."

"He does not look at me, you're out of your mind. He's too busy imagining you naked," Logan snorted. "He doesn't even like me."

"You don't have to like someone to wonder what it'd be like to have them drag you off to bed," Jack pointed out, pulling Logan to a stop and backing him up aganist the pasture fence to give him a slow, hungry kiss.

Logan returned the kiss eagerly, setting his annoyance aside for a moment as he held on tightly and kissed Jack hard.

This, by far, was the best part of the night so far.

He pushed his hands inside Logan's clothes, cool skin meeting warm. Their breath between them rose up in a thick cloud, but the cold just made him draw closer.

"But I like you," he murmured. "And I want to do more than drag you to bed."

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Logan moaned against Jack's lips and held on tighter.

"Please," he said finally. "Tonight might have been fun for you, but it mostly sucked for me. ...Take me home. I want to go home with you, Jack. I want to start off the new year with you."

"Okay," he sighed, lingering against Logan's mouth just a minute longer before he smiled, backed away, and grabbed the man's clothes tightly. He walked backwards, dragging Logan along.

"When we get home, if you want, I'll put my glasses back on," he offered.

"Thought you didn't want to play any games like that," Logan replied, giving Jack a suspicious look as the other man dragged him along. "I thought my fantasies freaked you out. ...Or are we playing something else?" he asked curiously.

"You gonna give me detention Jack? You kind of look like you'd rather do my taxes..."

"Oh, I'll do your taxes," he purred seductively, then paused. Then he laughed. "That sounded sexier in my head."

"I'm pretty sure you just killed my hard on," Logan snorted, wrinkling his nose as he wobbled and nearly fell on top of the other man. "Calculate my return, baby," he laughed, the sound dissolving into a giggle as he nearly fell again.

Jack reached for him to keep him from falling down. He got a real sense of just how drunk Logan was.

"Let's get home and I'll check that hard on of yours. Until then...let's just get out of the cold."

Logan continued to laugh all the way home, still grinning as they made their way into the tiny home that was no longer a hut.

Tossing his coat aside, he practically pounced on Jack.

"Love you," he said simply.

Jack let his coat slide off his arms and fall to the floor. He reached between them and loosened his tie, letting it hang.

"I am so in love with you," he replied. "You want to go upstairs?"

"Yes," Logan replied instantly, dodging Linus and one of the cats as he tried to make his way over to Jack.

"For fucks sake," he muttered. Grabbing some of the pet food and over filling all the bowls.

"Right, upstairs. Now," he told Jack. "You so owe me."

He unbuttoned the top button of the shirt and toed off his shoes before heading for the stairs. Once he reached the bedroom, he simply stood there, his hands in his pockets, watching Logan.

"You need to take your clothes off," he said firmly. Commanding. "Take them off slowly. That's a good suit, you don't want to ruin it."

Logan wasn't sure what Jack was playing at, and the laughing and grinning slowly stopped as he studied the other man. Ever curious, Logan nodded, wetting his lips and struggling to keep his balance as he slowly stripped out of his suit.

It took longer than usual, but eventually he was naked, and he took a step closer to Jack as he waited to see what would happen.

He sauntered closer and ran his hand along Logan's arm, then dragged his fingertips across his bare stomach.

"I think you're still wearing something," he prompted, circling behind Logan. His hand grazed over Logan's hip and his ass, then slipped between his cheeks and pressed in.

"Yep...not completely naked yet."

Logan shivered and twitched, the light touches tickling him and making him squirm.

"You said to take my clothes off, that's not clothing. I thought you wanted it left," he insisted with a soft gasp.

"Mmm...maybe for a while," he agreed, worming his fingers and thumb in so he could take hold of it andpull and push it, just to see if he could make Logan moan.

"You owe me a fantasy," he purred. "Do you have one ready, or should I take you over my knee for being unprepared?"

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