echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

Logan said nothing in return, he simply continued to stroke jack's hair, and moved a little so h could drape his arm over the other man's chest.

It was easy to simply sit there, touching the other man. Bothing sexual, just soft touches. Tender touches. the sort he usually only indulged in after a hard day or a rough night.

It had been a rough night for them both, after all.

"I'll always give you what you need. I love you. I'll give you everything I can."

Jack opened his eyes and looked up at Logan. All the sadness was gone, all the hurt evaporated.

"I know," he said with certainty. "Same goes for me. I know you hate it when I take care of you, or you say you do, but I always will. I can't not. I don't know if I could even try to quit."

"I- I like it," Logan said, struggling to spit it out. "I like when you look after me, when you take care of me- and you have no idea how hard it is to say that. I love when you tend to me. I love it. Love you. You once said you were gonna keep me as a pet all weekend. We didn't do it, you just put me in the cage and fucked me, but part of me wanted it. Part of me wanted you to keep me. ...I just couldn't admit it. I can't believe I'm admitting it now."

He'd had a feeling, but he hadn't known to what extent. He'd had a feeling that Logan might tolerate it for a day or so, but all weekend, he'd thought, was out of the question.

"I don't know if I could actually do that," he finally said, grinning a little. "I like it too much when you fight back. And keeping you for days...I think it'd be hard. I think it'd be hard for both of us. A day, maybe, but more than that? One of us would crack."

"You think?" Logan asked, still stroking Jack's hair as he spoke. "Yeah, probably. I was just... Nevermind."

He went quiet again after that, scratching Jack's scalp softly and then moving to gently touch his neck.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked after a moment. "It's a new year, our first new year as a married couple."

"I don't know. If we were anywhere else I'd say go watch fireworks or sports or temple ceremonies, but there's nothing like that here. The new year's just kind of like the old year, except with a kiss at midnight."

And kissing at midnight happened often enough between them by chance that he didn't put much stock in the idea of one kiss bringing love and luck any more than any other kiss.

"What do you want to do? With you playing with my hair, I can't really think of anything I'd rather do than lay here with you touching me."

Logan couldn't help but be a little insulted.

"Right, because a kiss at midnight with me is stupid and boring," he muttered. "You're a real dick sometimes Jack. Get off me," he huffed, shoving at the other man.

"I'll try and be more exciting in the future. I'll build you a fucking temple next time."

Jack stayed in place.

"You really just hear what you want, don't you?" he asked, his arm snaking up around Logan's neck. He held on tightly and pulled, using it to lift himself off Logan's lap, even as he pulled the younger man down. Their mouths met in the middle and he kissed Logan clumsily from the odd angle.

"Your kisses are never boring," he whispered. "And I don't want anything this year that I didn't already get last year."

Logan returned the kiss slowly, still unsure but slowly giving in to Jack's words and Jack's lips.

"Alright," Logan replied with a sigh. "Seriously though, sit up a bit, my leg's falling asleep," he insisted, tapping Jack's cheek gently. "Let's go lay down upstairs. Or, I dunno, we could go enjoy our secret hut-castle before it vanishes... Or, I dunno. Anything."

"Mmm...we could," Jack agreed, reluctantly getting up from Logan's lap. "We could take everything we'd need for a few days. The snow's got to be vanishing soon. It always does. I could beg off work and we could just go."

Getting to his feet, Jack held out his hands to help pull Logan up.

"I could keep you," he said. "If we stayed a few days...I could try. It might work."

Logan let Jack pull him to his feet, and he caught the other man's face in his hands as he leaned in and gave him a kiss.

"You don't have to do that," he assured the other man. "We don't have to do anything if you'd rather do nothing. I was just making suggestions."

"You kiss me like that and 'nothing' is the last thing on my mind," he purred, winding an arm around Logan's waist and dropping his hand to his ass.

"I think you should make it up to me, passing out like you did last night. You're lucky I didn't jerk off in your hair," Jack teased, pulling Logan along as he started for the stairs that lead to their bedroom.

Logan laughed a little, letting Jack pull him along and hanging on lightly to the other man.

"Fine, baby, you can have whatever you want. I'll make it up to you. You just tell me what you want," he grinned, kissing Jack playfully and grinning. "...On one condition. I want you to strip for me first. I want you to put on a real show. ...Then I'll do anything you want."

"Strip for you?" he asked skeptically. He'd gotten very good at it working at the club, but he'd stopped months ago. He'd quickly lost interest. But if Logan wanted it, he wasn't going to say no. He sat the man on the edge of the bed and stepped back, looking at him intently.

"You really want me to put on a show?" he asked, thumbing the button of his jeans open before running his hand down over his fly. The other came up to start undoing the buttons of his plain blue shirt that he'd put on over a t-shirt.

Grinning again, Logan nodded, leaning back and smiling as he watched the other man slowly undress. He was perfect, and Logan wet his lips as he smiled and started to grope himself lightly through his jeans.

"You're good at this," he said.

"I'm good at everything," he replied, wearing a cocky smile that was eerily like the one he saw on Logan's face so often. Jack moved to a beat only he could hear, writhing and gyrating as his clothes came off slowly. Shoes and socks, button down shirt and jeans, undershirt and the rare instance of boxer shorts. It was always obvious when Jack had spent any time in the snow- he added that extra layer.

After dancing around, teasing Logan at every opportunity, he was finally naked. He was enjoying watching the way Logan touched himself in response to the show as much as he liked the feeling of his husband's eyes on him.

"Like that?"

On anyone else, that cocky look would have been annoying, but on Jack it was hot.

Reaching out, he took hold of Jack's hips and dragged him closer, pulling him down onto his lap. "I love it. Love you. Now tell me what you want. Tell me how I can make up for last night."

Jack settled comfortably and dropped his chin so he could nuzzle Logan's throat.

"I want you against the wall," he murmured. "I want to feel your legs around me, the weight of you in my hands. I'm not sure we can...but I want to try."

Of course they'd fucked standing up before, but he didn't want to take Logan from behind like he had in the shower. He wanted to look in his husband's eyes when he came.

"But first, I want you naked. I want you in my mouth...since you wouldn't let me last night."

"Wouldn't let you?! You made me go to bed," Logan argued. "...But fine. Against the wall, let's fuck against the wall. I like that idea."

He paused a beat and then grinned. "And then we'll go to the castle," he decided, getting bold again, before he flopped onto his back and dragged Jack down into a kiss.

"You wouldn't let me in the closet," he replied, enjoying every kiss leisurely. "When we got home, you'd have let me do anything I wanted. But I really wanted you in the closet. You have no idea just how preoccupied I was with the thought of having your cock down my throat. All night. Everyone I talked to, everyone I danced with. All I wanted was to come over and drag you off so I could suck you dry."

"You should have. You should have," Logan babbled between kisses. "Maybe then I wouldn't have felt like shit, watching you dance, watching you flirt... God you're such a flirt. Hate that. I mean- I love it, but... i hate it. ...Fuck it, just kiss me again," he decided, kissing Jack harder this time and rolling them over.

"You can't have me against the wall. Not yet. You think I made you wait before? Now you can't have me until we're packed and at the castle. Put your pants back on, baby. We're going out."

Jack groaned his disappointment and there was decidedly plaintive whine to it. His hands grasped for Logan to keep him close. He was wound up and he didn't want to wait.

"You always pull this shit," he complained, nipping and nuzzling to try to con Logan into giving him more, but he could tell just by the man's tone that his mind was made up. He had a plan.

"Where are we going?"

"The castle," Logan replied, squirming a little and laughing as he fought his husband off.

"And you can wait, you can totally wait. I'm worth the wait. ...Now get dressed, that's an order, Captain," he grinned.

"You're such and asshole," he pouted, then gave Logan a weak shove before he got up to get dressed again. Putting it all back on was far less erotic than taking it off.

"I'm gonna chain you to the wall," he threatened. "Use you and fucking leave you there."

"You're so cute when you talk tough," Logan laughed, adjusting himself and getting to his feet.

Smirking, he swatted the other man hard on the ass. "I'll pack, you sort out the dogs and the cats. Maybe we can get someone to walk them and feed them until tomorrow night? I bet you could charm one of the neighbors into pet sitting..."

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