echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

"Fine, I'm drunk. I am- I am wasted," Logan confessed with a moan. "I drank so much, and- oh fuck, I have no idea how I'm supposed to sleep it off when you're on top of me. You're making this hard. ...You're making me hard."

Reaching out, he slid his hands down Jack's sides and moaned.

"You're so fucking hot."

He was keenly aware of just how drunk Logan was, though he didn't want to let on. The heady smell of liquor and sweat and sex was like a cloud all around him and he was making it just as hard on himself.

"Maybe I want you hard," he purred, reaching down to catch Logan's hands so he could lace their fingers together. Then he dropped forward and held his husband to the bed.

"Think you'd resent me in the morning if I rode you? You won't have to do anything. Just enjoy it."

"Please," Logan begged, desperate for some kind of release. "I won't resent you, I swear. Please, Jack... give me something."

He looked drowsy and worn out, but it was obvious he wanted it. though with his head on a pillow, it was hard to keep his eyes open.

Jack held him down for a few more minutes, simply enjoying the act of kissing the sedate man beneath him. Then he let go so he could grab the lotion. He prepared himself quickly, not bothering to put on a show. Even though he still wore the strap, he wasn't in any mood to draw this out any longer than he already had.

He exhaled a low moan as he lifted and impaled himself, taking every inch slowly. He loved the way Logan felt when he first slid in.

And then he caught Logan's wrists and held him down again as he started to ride him, watching his face the whole time.

When Jack started to ride him, it was like taking another drink, the sensation making him even more drunk than before. The other man didn't need to hold him down, but it still felt good. Really good. Amazing even. And he couldn't help but wonder how Jack always knew what would make him feel good.

Moaning loudly, Logan struggled as he bucked up hard, searching for more.

He was drunk and he'd been waiting all night for this, so the chances of him lasting very long were pretty slim. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy it.

Jack set an even pace, just slow enough to make it last, just hard enough to make Logan moan. When Logan thrust, Jack gasped and it made his rhythm falter. Falter, but not stop.

"You were so gorgeous tonight," he said, rolling his hips, liftng and dropping, grinding against Logan when he was balls deep.

"I watched you. I watched you all night. Whoever I talked to, whoever I danced with, I was watching you. Drinking. Talking. Dancing with people. I watched you with them all. And I might have come to kiss you more than I had to. After we went downstairs, I kept kissing you to see if your tongue still tasted like me."

"Perv," Logan gasped, fighting to stop the pleasure from building too fast as he squirmed and bucked up sloppily out of rhythm. "I watched you too. Hated it, but I couldn't look away. Hate the way you flirt. Hate how you smile at people. I wish i could have all of it to myself," he babbled, letting out a sharp sound and then a low groan as he got closer and closer...

"Shit, Jack- I'm... I'm gonna. I can't stop it," he whimpered.

"Do it. It's yours," he gasped, doubling his effort to make it as good as he could. Logan was making it tough with his own erratic thrusts, but it didn't stop Jack. He was fairly certain that once Logan was done, if he passed out, Jack was going to have to take care of himself. He was so hard he ached and it was only the strap that helped keep him in check.

Letting himself go, Logan watched Jack with wide eyes as he came, panting and groaning as he spilled inside his husband.

He'd waited so long for that release, and it was worth every second.

"Oh, fuck, Jack" he moaned, going limp on the bed and letting his eyes slip shut again.

Jack slowed, stopped, and then waited until he was certain Logan was spent before he rose and moved off of him. Jack bent over and kissed him softly between the eyes.

"Go to sleep, baby. We'll do more in the morning. You look exhausted."

He was tired. In fact, tired didn't really cover it, and though in the morning he'd probably have a headache and find himself regretting all the things he'd blurted out while wasted, sleep sounded like such a good idea.

"But what about you?" he asked, already starting to drift off as he spoke.

"I'm fine. I got off in the closet, remember?" he said quietly, pulling the blankets over Logan and then getting up.

"Just get some rest."

Logan hummed a little, easily convinced, and he curled upwith his pillow, too tired to complain about Jack leaving him alone in bed.

"Don't let me sleep in. Wake me up in the morning," he insisted, his voice trailing off as sleep took him.

"I promise," he said, slipping away. He went downstairs and took care of himself quickly, just so he could read without distraction. He wasn't tired, so he sat in front of the fire for a while before he came to bed.

He settled in next to Logan, the smell of sweat and booze had become bitter and stale. Before he drifted off, he thought there was no way he'd let Logan sleep late. Waking the man up to take a shower was definitely going to be a priority.

He slept well and when he woke up, it was second nature to drape his arm over his husband and kiss him lightly. Logan was never easy to wake up, but this was, he'd found, the surest way to rouse him with the least amount of fight.

Protesting softly, Logan clutched his head as he tried to squirm away.

Moving hurt though, and he groaned loudly before letting out a pathetic sound.

"Fuck, my head," he whined. "God it hurts."

"I've got some water and aspirin by the bed," he whispered. "I brought it up before I came to bed. It's probably flat, but it'll do the trick. Take it...and if you want to go back to slepp, I'll let you. You were so drunk."

Groaning a little, Logan sat up, taking the aspirin and knocking back the water.

"Mmm-no, I just need coffee," Logan insisted, trying to sit up and pulling a face at the way he smelled. "And a hot shower," he added. "I can't beleve you slept beside me, I'm disgusting."

"You kind of are," he agreed, laying his hand on Logan's back.

"I'll go make you some coffee. Come downstairs when you're ready." And then Jack got up, stretched hard, found a discarded pair of Logan's pajamas, and headed downstairs. It was an uncommon bit of modesty, but he couldn't help but wonder if whatever Logan had told Scotty would have the man watching their windows.

Logan protested the loss of Jack, but eventually gave up and pulled his jeans on before wandering after the other man.

"What's with the modesty? You're usually pants free in the morning... I like the pants free mornings. It makes getting out of bed worth it," Logan insisted.

"Call it...post party modesty. After your loose tongue, I'm not sure who might think they could see what if they came by. I'm not taking chances," Jack said, pouring the servicable coffee into a cup for Logan.

"I didn't say anything!" Logan insisted, only to pause a moment later as chunks of the party came back to him.

"Well, okay, I might have told Scotty we fucked in the snow... And I might have tried to patch things up with House so he'd stop hating me. ...And I might have told Scotty I could shoot Giles for him if he wanted Alcuin to himself... But that was it," he assured the other man, doing his best to look innocent.

Jack turned a skeptical glance on Logan and cocked his head. He didn't buy the innocent routine for a second.

"Scotty came over and talked to me," he said. "I got to hear how it was an interesting way to spend Christmas, fucking in the snow."

Logan couldn't help himself. He grinned brightly as he sipped his coffee.

"Interesting and hot," Logan grinned. "You looked so amazing out in the snow, Captain. ...I am sorry though. I didn't mean to tell him all that. Sometimes I just can't shut up."

Jack didn't look amused at all.

"I don't care what I looked like," he said flatly. "It was..."

He paused and turned away, taking time to pour himself a cup of the bitter brew.

"It was embarrassing. The way he knew. I don't tell people...details. That's ours. It's private."

Edited 2010-01-02 05:43 (UTC)

The smile faded, and Logan looked scolded and small as he stared down into his cup.

He hadn't meant to tell Scotty, it had simply come out, the alcohol loosening his tongue until things just came pouring out. All his little secrets and private thoughts.

"I didn't.... I didn't mean to tell him, alright?" he sighed, rubbing his head and finally looking back up from his coffee to watch Jack.

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