echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

Logan was breathless, and he dropped his leg slowly as he found his voice again.

"I always want you to kiss me, you asshole," he murmered, every word said with affection as he let his breathing level out and watched the other man.

"I love you."

It was something Logan wanted and Jack could tell he wanted it badly. That made it a point of leverage. He smiled and got to his feet, pressed a kiss to his fingertip and then touched Logan's lips.

"That's a close as you'll get until you deserve it," he said steadily. He looked away, studying the chains, and then he nodded to himself. Jack reached down and stroked Logan's thigh.

"Lift your leg again. High as you can."

"I deserve it now," Logan argued, refusing to lift his leg. "Kiss me, and I'll do what you want."

"That's really not how this works," Jack said before ducking down, catching both of Logan's legs, and lifting him off the ground. It was only the fact that he was held up and pressed into the wall that spared his wrists from being his sole point of support.

"You'll do what I want no matter what," he said as he tilted his hips and thrust forward, sliding his cock along the slick, ready crack.

A little rush of panic hit him as he found himself lifted, and he gasped as he went still, not wanting to hurt himself by fighting.

Jack's cock was hard and perfect, and though he wasn't ready to admit it, he wanted it. He really wanted it.

"Bossy jackass," he hissed.

"You know it," he purred. "Now...hold on or you're going to be hanging just by your wrists." With that small warning, Jack guided Logan's leg around his waist to he could work his hand around. He guided his cock slowly since he was blind, but managed to find the spot and began to slide ito Logan. It had him rising onto his toes to get in deep enough.

Jack kept his eyes on Logan's face the whole time.

"See...aren't you glad I made you use the lube so neither of us had to wait?"

Logan's legs tightened, so tight that it must have been somewhat painful for Jack, and whimpered as his husband slipped deep inside of him.

"Oh, god," he groaned, stretching out the word until it was nearly impossible to make out. There weren't words to describe how it felt, the angle and pressure all new.

It was incredible, and though he'd just come, Logan easily got lost in the pleasure of it.

Once he was in and sure he wasn't going to slip free, Jack cahnged his grip. Arms wrapped around him, he held Logan's ass and used his body to push him against the wall. The effort of it meant that every thrust was accompanied by a gutteral grunt. There was so much to coordinate it was hard for him to get completely lost, but the way Logan sounded and the way he felt quickly made it very hard to think at all.

Jack sounded so primal and so raw, and if he hadn't already, he would have found himself instantly compelled to submit, keenly aware of Jack's dominance in that moment.

They were always on such equal ground, even during their games, but for a moment the power had truly shifted, and Logan found himself in awe of Jack's power and control.

God, that sounded so cliche and lame, but it was true. It was true, and Logan couldn't ignore it.

"Please," he whimpered.

Jack groaned and closed his eyes as he thrust deep and stopped. He took the opportunity to shift his grip and hike Logan's legs a little higher. Once he got hold of his husband's ass in a secure grip, fingers digging into the meat, he started again. Every push drew him closer to the edge. Every grunt rumbled in his throat and made it raw. And it was all so good. So fucking good.

"Shit," he finally gasped through clenched teeth. He drew back and nearly slipped out, but a quick push had him in deep again. He shuddered and slumped against Logan as he quit thrusting and came. As soon as he was spent, he withdrew and practically dropped Logan as he moved to lean heavily against the wall.

Crying out loudly when the other man let him go, Logan burned with embarrassment as come dribbled from his stretched hole, drying slowly.

He looked small and submissive hanging from his chains, but somehow he still looked like Logan. A fire burning beneath it all that made it clear that this was only a temporary surrender. That he was thinking and plotting, just as always.

"My arms hurt," he said softly. "Will you- ...Can I please be let down," he tried, ducking his head slightly in submission as he watched the other man.

"Yeah," sighed Jack, sounding every bit as dazed as he felt. It took a minute before he pushed off the wall. He shook his head to clear it and then went to grab the keys.

He was careful, undoing one arm and helping Logan to lower it, then taking care of the other one. Jack dropped the keys on the floor and held onto the man's arms, then leaned in and kissed him. After that, Logan had earned it.

"You're fantasitc," he purred as he rubbed the stiffness from Logan's shoulders. That was...everything I'd imagined."

Logan returned the kiss eagerly, savoring his reward and letting it last. He loved the way Jack tasted, and with the added aftertaste of himself, it felt even more complete than usual.

His shoulders were stiff and his back was sore, and he let Jack rub away the pain, soft and quiet as he kept close to the other man.

"Good. Because I really didn't want to sleep on the floor," he replied, leaning in to kiss Jack's jaw and neck.

"I need to lay down."

Jack nodded and wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulders, leading him to the bed. But when thy got there, true to his word, he put the younger man at the foot of the bed.

"Get comfortable," he said gently. He reached out and tugged on the collar to pull Logan close enough to kiss again, then let him go.

Logan hadn't truly expected to be made to sleep at the foot of the bed, and he looked betrayed as he pulled back from the kiss.

He'd been good. He'd been submissive, something that didn't come easily, and now Jack wanted him at the foot of the bed? That wasn't fair.

"I'm sleeping with you," Logan protested, batting Jsck's hand away from the collar and crawling up the bed, ready to settle into his spot. "This is mine, you can't take it away. Only I get to sleep beside you. I earned that a long time ago. I earned that the first night you slept over. ...Now lay down, we're going to sleep."

Jack reached out and grabbed him by the collar and jerked him off th bed and dragged him to the blanket on the floor.

"No. You're not. I don't care if you think you earned it," Jack said evenly. While Logan's defiance wasn't part of his plan, he had factored it in.

"You said you wanted this. So...since the foot of the bed isn't good enough, you get the floor. Keep this shit up and you'll wind up back in chains and it won't be half as fun."

There was no room for argument. Jack wasn't playing and this wasn't a game. It was obvious that Logan would only get what he wanted if Jack decided he could have it.

Though he'd been bold and self sure only a moment ago, Logan instantly looked scolded and small as he knelt in the middle of the blanket.

He never slept without Jack if he didn't have to. Never.

Startled, he watched the other man for a long moment, and gently rubbed his neck where the collar had briefly dug into skin. He watched Jack with hurt eyes, wondering if the other man would sleep fine without him at his side, and then scowled as he huffed and curled up on the blanket.

It was cool without Jack near, and he shivered a little as he got as comfortable as he could, swallowing down the humiliation.

With Logan in his place, Jack got up and went to the food he'd brought up. He ate quite a bit of it, then walked over and put the plate on the floor by Logan.

Jack laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, but he didn't sleep. He just lay there thinking. It didn't take long for him to realize that he didn't like not having Logan with him. His mind wandered to thoughts of the younger man's body against his, the feel of the possessive weight of his arm, and the steady rise and fall of his chest that came with every breath. It struck him hard, just how much he missed it.

"I'm hungry," he finally said. "If you haven't eaten all of that, you should bring it over here and feed me more. I don't feel like getting up."

Logan huffed, rolling over and pretending to be asleep. Though there wasn't much chance of that happening. Not when all he could think about was the beat of Jack's heart and the warmth of his husband's body.

Wrapping his arms around himself, he knew it was going to be a long night.

Jack could tell Logan was faking it and let him be. He'd figured that at some point Logan was going to have a good sulk. Jack just pulled up the covers, rolled onto his side, and watched the younger man as he lay there.

He wasn't sure how much time went by. Long enough for the firelight that came up the stairwell to fade away. He'd built the fire up so much that it must have been a couple hours. And still Jack simply laid there watching Logan. Studying the breadth of his shoulders and the curve of his waist. His eyes were drawn to the swell of his ass. He wet his lips and tried to ignore the way his cock seemed to have a mind of its own.

But he couldn't ignore it and soon he was out of bed and standing next to Logan.

"Get up," he said, nudging him with his toes. "Logan. Get up."

Logan hadn't slept at all, and he made a small sound of protest as he rolled over and looked up at the other man.

Reluctantly, he started to get up, clearly still tense and annoyed as he stared Jack down.

As soon as Logan was on his knees, Jack reached down and took himself in hand.

"I want you again," he said simply. "Go get in bed so I can fuck you."

The way he said it kind of implied that was Logan was meant for. That it was something expected in return for taking care of him.

And yet...Jack really didn't expect Logan to comply.

He was tired and sore, and thanks to the floor, he was more than a little stiff as well. And Jack... Jack was being such a dick.

This didn't feel like being taken care off. This wasn't what he'd hoped for. Sure, he liked playing a little rough, but sometimes he liked the felling of Jack's fingers in his hair, or to lay close while they ate fruit or read... Sometimes he liked to be treated like he was something special

He'd anticipated punishment, but he'd expected to be spanked or tied up, not forced to sleep alone on the floor in the cold tower.

Shaking his head a little, he reached up and removed the collar. "No," he said simply, getting to his feet and giving Jack a look of warning before he crawled into bed. A look that made it clear that he wasn't submitting. He was tired and going to bed.

"Come lay down," he said firmly.

That Logan had gotten into bed willingly surprised him a little. The defiance he had expected. In fact, he'd been expecting more than he'd gotten...Logan was a shitty sub.

"You don't get to tell me no," Jack purred before he climbed into bed with Logan. He got behind him and wrapped a strong arm around the young man's chest and held him close. Squirming into a comfortable position, Jack pressed his cock hard against Logan's ass and rocked a few times just for the friction.

"You are doing so well," he said softly, pressing kisses to Logan's shoulders. "You're doing everything I want and you're hardly fighting." He paused and he realized that he was a little uncomfortable with the understanding...more than a little suspicious.

"Why aren't you fighting this? You fight everything."

"I am fighting you idiot," Logan huffed, squirming out of Jack's hold, and twisting around to shove the other man onto his back.

"I said no. No, Jack. You are not fucking me. You're going to lay there, and we're going to sleep. I only wanted to try this because I thought... I just thought it would be different. But it's not like I thought, and I'm not sleeping on the floor, so shut up and move so I can get comfortable."

He was tense and angry, and the look in his eyes made it clear that if Jack pushed him at all he would rage in protest. Logan hadn't gotten what he's wanted, and he didn't know how to ask- So that was it. Logan would fight until Jack stopped, and then tomorrow he'd start fresh with something different. Something new.

The anger faded for a moment though, just a moment, and the fire in his eyes faded a little as he said, "You made me sleep on the floor. It wasn't a game, it was us, and you made me sleep on the floor."

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