echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

"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.

"I know you didn't mean to," Jack replied, the tension in his jaw making the muscles jerk.

"It's just...you hate that he has a crush on me and you don't want me flirting, but then I can see it in his eyes when I'm talking to him that he's thinking about the two of us fucking in the jungle. You make it hard to play by your rules, Logan."

"I make it hard? By talking about us? I make it hard? Oh fuck that. You know what Jack? You want to flirt with him, go ahead. I don't care any more. In fact, go kiss him. Go do whatever the fuck you want, but don't look for excuses. You told me you'd never change, and I never said you had to. ...I just thought that maybe, finally, I was enough."

His head was pounding and his heart hurt, and he swallowed hard as he looked away.

"I just dunno what I'd do if you picked him over me. And why wouldn't you? He's a nice guy. He's attractive and he cooks. He's friendly and people like him. He's pretty much everything I'm never gonna be. I bet he'd go to parties with you and be social, never looking over at you and hating whoever you were smiling at or touching. I bet he doesn't start fights, and he always cleans up his mess. ...I bet he can take orders and would always know what you wanted, and never have to ask if you were happy."

"I don't want Scotty. I've never wanted Scotty, you idiot," Jack said calmly. "And I certainly don't want someone who's the opposite of you. I just..."

He wasn't even sure how to explain it, but it touched so close that it made him blush and look down.

"You're not some story. You're my whole life and...and there's some things that I don't want to share with people. I don't know how to tell you, Logan. I'm not prude. Maybe I'm just selfish, I don't know. I just know that he wouldn't shut up and it made me..."

He shrugged and raked his hand through his hair.

"Nevermind," he said sadly. "It's not important."

"Tell me," Logan insisted. He rarely pressed Jack for information, but right now he needed to know. Maybe it was the hang over, or maybe it was just the discomfort of having the new year get off to such a rocky start... Logan just needed to know.

This time he needed Jack to talk.

"I'm sorry that I opened my mouth, but you have to explain this to me, Jack. I don't understand it, and I won't until you just tell me everything that's going on in your head right now."

"I'm your husband, not some dumb slut you fuck," Jack blurted out, his face burning crimson. "The things we do aren't some dirty locker room stories for you to laugh about and share at parties. I thought it was special. Private. And then...then I found out that he knew. So you were drunk. So your mouth got away from you. Whatever. I was just so...I don't know. It takes a lot to embarrass me, Logan. It takes a lot, and you did one hell of a job."

"You know that isn't what I think of you," Logan said quietly. "I said I was sorry. ...I didn't mean to embarrass you. I wasn't thinking. I wont ever do it again, I swear. I won't."

Raking his fingers through his hair, he ducked his head. "Maybe I really should stop going to the parties. All I ever do is get drunk and fuck up. ...It wont happen again," he promised the other man, resolving then and there to never attend another island party.

He was silent for a long moment, and then said something that had been nagging at him since they'd started talking. "You dunno what it's like though. Watching you flirt and dance. I don't mean to do it, but sometimes I just need to make sure people know you're mine. I want them to know that you're my husband... And that they can't have you."

Edited 2010-01-02 22:27 (UTC)

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