echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

Jack sucked a sharp breath through his teeth as the pain spurred him on. He picked up his pace gradually, but was soon pounding into Logan ruthlessly, using him for his own needs. He'd make it worth it. He always made it worth it.

"Don't come," he said roughly. "I'll take care of it...I swear. Just...don't."

Logan's breath hitched, and he nodded as best he could, swallowing hard and letting out a deep groan.

"Wont," he promised. "I wont."

"Just don't. Don't. Don't even..." he gasped, repeating it like a mantra. It was almost like he was trying to tell himself instead of Logan.

The words didn't work for him, though. The grueling pace, the force, the grip...there was no way he could hold off without effort, and he didn't want to try that hard. He slowed down and each slide into the heat of Logan's body came with fluid ease until Jack jerked and spilled inside his husband. His hair was plastered to his forehead and sweat prickled down his back. When he was finished, he let go of Logan's leg and slipped free, then closed the distance to kiss him hungrily.

"I want you to fuck me," he rasped. "I want you inside me. S'much as I like sucking your cock, I want it in me. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me."

Maybe it was a slip, but he'd promised to take care of Logan and he knew part of that had to be letting the man get off in every way possible.

Logan looked surprised. He'd been sure that with Jack in control there would be no chance of a turn on top- but Logan wasn't going to say no.

He'd worked hard when they'd first met to get Jack to trust him enough to let him be on top, and it wasn't something he took for granted, not even now after all their time together and their promise of forever.

"Always want to," Logan replied, catching his breath and then leaning in to kiss Jack soundly as he rolled them over. "Tell me there's still lube in the drawer, I don't want to get up," he murmured, pushing Jack flat against the mattress and kissing his shoulders and neck.

"It's there," he nodded, his eyes locked on Logan. In the low light, he was struck by just how beautiful the man was. It wasn't as if he didn't notice- as if he didn't know. It was just that sometimes the light was just right or Logan had a look about him and it hit Jack so hard it made him ache.

And then he couldn't see him at all. As Logan's mouth moved across his skin, Jack flushed with heat and his eyes fell closed.

"Just don't make me wait," he added, and there was a steel to his voice. Even though he wanted Logan to top, this wasn't going to be mistaken for surrender. Jack was going to get just what he wanted.

"That would mean waiting myself," Logan pointed out, sitting up and reaching to open the drawer of the bedside table.

The lube was in a heavy bottle, with text Logan couldn't read in the dim light. not that it mattered. It was lube, that was all he needed to know.

Slicking up his fingers, he prepared Jack quickly, adding one finger and then two, stretching and prepping him until he was slick and ready. A moment later and he was lining up his cock, his arms hooking under Jack's legs to lift them up.

"God, you are so beautiful," he said, only to lose his voice a beat later as he started to slip inside his husband.

Jack moaned loudly and arched against the bed. The feeling of Logan sliding into him was delicious and he reached up to touch him.

"Love when you hold my legs," he admitted, relishing the way Logan's cock stretched him in this position. He managed to open his eyes and looked over at the mirror. The sight that greeted him was unbelivable. It made his spent cock twitch and stiffen just a little.

"Look," he said, jutting his chin toward the mirror. "Look how well we fit together."

Turning his head slightly, Logan gasped at the sight of them, the way they seemed to lock together perfectly. They were beautiful.

He was still for a moment, drinking in the sight, and then turned his head to look down at Jack. "It's because we were made for each other," he said, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in as he slowly built up a pace.

"You feel so good, Jack," he gasped. "You're always so tight and so- oh, fuck, hot. So good. Love you," he babbled.

He loved the way it felt when Logan slipped free, only to slide back in. It made him moan wantonly and tilt his hips for more.

"Fuck...fuck me," he gasped, clawing at Logan's arm. "Lo-Logan. Logan, baby...do it."

Logan knew it wasn't a surrender, but he couldn't help but take advantage. Letting go of one of Jack's legs, he cupped his hand over the other man's mouth and hushed him.

"I got it, baby, I've got you. I always do," he said, biting his lip before he started thrusting harder and faster, letting his hand occasionally cover Jack's nose as well, only to move and let him breathe again a moment later. Over and over in a way that couldn't be accidental.

Jack struggled to breathe, fighting against it until Logan would let him gasp for air. He didn't really try to fight the man off, though. The breath control coupled with the steady, rhythmic slide drove him completely out of his damned mind.

"Please," he gasped once, losing precious air to do so. That was all...just one word before he practically melted beneath Logan.

"Stroke yourself. Don't care if you come, just want to see it be-ah... 'for I come," he groaned.

Though he never got his wish, his hand plastered over Jack's nose and mouth as he spilled deep inside his husband, letting out a throaty groan as he came and his hand slipped away from Jack's face, leaving the other man to breathe freely again.

He was gulping air, trying to clear his head of the dizziness. It had been perfect, better than he'd hoped for. He hooked an arm and a leg around Logan and pulled him down. His cock was nearly hard and was noticable, trapped between them.

"That was so good," he said, praising Logan with his word as well as his touch. "For that...for that, you can sleep in bed with me. With me, not at the foot. Not like a pet."

"Damn right," Logan replied breathlessly, squirming a little and then settling into place. His place. His spot.

Wrapping his arm tightly around Jack's middle, he yawned quietly.

"Mmm, 'mnot a pet."

"No. You're really not," Jack agreed before kissing him and settling into the bed. It was a fantastic bed and he was going to miss it. He was going to miss this whole place.

"Go to sleep," he said softly. "No more tonight."

Sleep took him quickly, and Logan fell asleep to the sound of Jack's heartbeat.

His dreams were vivid that night. Vivid and good. Warm and comforting. They were filled with Jack.

He stirred a little now and then, wiggling around and then settling back in, never waking but never completely still.

Every time Logan squirmed, Jack woke up. Not completely, just enough to keep him onthe edge of sleep. Byt the time the sun came up, though, he was sound asleep. Not even Logan's movement could wake him up.

It was dangerous to sleep so deeply and he never really had before Logan. It was comforting and upsetting at the same time, when he bothered to think about it. Logan had told him he didn't want to change, but Jack had changed in a hundred ways that he couldn't begin to name. Sleeping so well in his husband's arms was just one of the many.

Twisting, Logan woke up with a soft gasp. Even when he woke by himself, he was rarely cheerful in the morning, and he made an annoyed sound as his eyes opened slightly and the light stirred him even more.

Agitated, he pulled the covers over his head.

Edited 2010-01-05 01:54 (UTC)

Jack was hardly aware that the covers had come up. Or wasn't, until the edge tickled his lips and he turned his head. It was enough to take him from dead asleep to fully awake. The change was accompanied by a gasp and an involuntary jerk at the shock of his surroundings. It took a second to remember where he even was.

But then the comforting weight of Logan fixed him and gave him his bearings and he closed his eyes again. It was a lzy gesture he rarely indulged in. And it was kind of nice to just lay there and hold Logan.

Slowly giving into consciousness, Logan let the covers slip away and opened his eyes.

Jack looked so calm and still, completely relaxed and at ease. There had been a time where Jack hardly slept at all when they were together, but now... Now Logan knew he was trusted.

Now Logan knew it was his job to make sure nothing happened to the Captain while he slept.

"Are you awake?" he asked quietly. "Jack... You awake?"

"I'm awake," he said without opening his eyes or moving at all. "I've been awake for a few minutes. How did you sleep?"

"Good," Logan replied honestly, pressing a kiss to Jack's nose. "How about you?"

"Hard...once you quit wriggling around," he smiled. "Dreams?"

"Good ones," logan replied with a yawn, stretching lazily and rolling away so he could spread out a little.

"You were in them. You almost always are."

Even his nightmares occasionally featured Jack.

"Good ones? Tell me," Jack replied, rolling onto his side to face Logan. He propped his head up on his hand. He never pried into Logan's nightmares, but good dreams...that was a temptation he couldn't pass up.

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