echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

It hurt, hearing jack say it hurt, and his face crumpled as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the other man's forehead.

He closed his eyes as his lips touched skin, emotions rushing through him. Jack had died. He'd died, and while Logan was aware of the fact that it hadn't stuck, that his husband would come back again and again in his future off the island, it still hurt. It hurt to think of a world without Jack.

"Love you, and... You are so brave. I couldn't have done that. I couldn't have fought like that. You- You are amazing. ...I'm sorry though, that you died, that you were scared, that you had to do that."

"Shh...it wasn't brave. I didn't feel brave, anyway. It was just something I had to do. I couldn't have lived with myself if I'd run." He sometimes wondered if that was what Rose really felt. If that was what had made her do whatever it took to get back.

"Don't be sorry. I can't be too upset. It got me here and it got me you. Right?" He didn't care about the other bit of timeline that he knew about. He wasn't that guy and although his future haunted him, it wasn't here and it wasn't now and he couldn't imagine that the man Ianto knew was remotely as happy as he was.

"I'm not sure I'm a good enough a prize, but I'm glad you're happy. You deserve to be happy. You've had too much pain in your life," Logan said quietly.

"That's funny, coming from you," Jack pointed out, reaching up to hold Logan's face so he could drag his thumb across his husband's lips.

"You are amazing. Love of my life, remember. I don't care how or why, just that I've got you."

"Why's it funny?" Logan asked, not giving Jack a chance to answer before moving on.

"Love of your life... Love of my life. Sounds like a fairy tale. ...We would make one seriously fucked up fairytale.

That earned Logan a broad smile and a soft, genuine laugh.

"We really kinda would," he agreed. "Definitely not the kind of thing you read to kids at bedtime. Not unless you wanted to torture them and make them cry."

"The kind of fairy tale my dad could get behind then," Logan laughed, the sound throaty and dry. "I would have preferred that to spending a night in the closet."

Jack hated the very mention of Aaron. There was nothing he could do, no way to fix the past, and it just made him sad when he was faced with just how much the man had damaged Logan.

"At least this has a happy ending," he said softly, rolling toward him to give him a soft kiss. "It's about time we got a happily ever after, right? I think we've both earned it."

"More than earned it," Logan replied, returning the kiss and stroking Jack's cheek.

"...Do you want to eat? I'm starving," he said suddenly. Though it wasn't a change of subject, at least not to Logan. The memory of being locked in the closet reminded him of how hungry he'd been that night. Sent to bed without dinner, and then punished again when he'd tried to sneak down for some left overs.

There were always left overs at the Echolls' house. Little pastries and appetizers from parties, or side dishes from dinners cooked by strangers who seemed to pass through their home like ghosts without names.

"I want something sweet," he added softly.

"I brought some cinnamon rolls, but they're downstairs," he replied, preoccupied with the kissing and touching. It was hard to want to get up and go get them, even though he was hungry, too. He was perfectly content to lay with Logan and just have him close.

"Mmm, sounds good," Logan replied between kisses. "Sticky. Sweet. Soft... Is their icing on them?" he asked with a soft and somewhat boyish laugh.

"Yeah. I grabbed four and wrapped them in foil. They're really sticky," he said, his mouth watering the more he talked about them. And then his stomach grumbled and he laughed, too.

"Come on. Get up. I need to go pee anyway."

Logan kissed Jack one last time and then stretched as he got to his feet. "Me too," he said, grabbing his jeans and tugging them on quickly.

Jack got out of bed and grabbed his clothes before he went about his business. One thing being out here proved to him, beyond the shadow of a doubt, was that he loved civilization. He missed having a shower and a shave, not to mention a proper toilet. Of course he could live without them, but he really appreciated them when they were around.

Downstairs, he stoked the fire and got food together. Putting a plate together, he set a place at the small table for Logan before he bothered to get himself anything. It was a small thing, and not as obvious as actually feeding the man, but it was all part of taking care of him just the same.

Logan took his time taking care of his morning routine, and he went straight for the water once he came back inside, pouring just enough into a bowl to freshen up a bit.

Logan noticed the set place at the table, and he looked at it curiously before looking over at Jack.

"Sit down and eat. I set it out for you already," he said, pulling the chair out for Logan before he went to the food and started to make some for himself.

"So bossy," Logan tutted, sitting down and watching the other man. "Thanks though, for this. ...For everything."

Jack just shrugged. "I said I'd take care of you," he replied as he took a seat and began to pick his breakfast apart. "I mean, I'm glad you didn't expect me to hold your dick while you peed, but..you know," he chuckled, leaving that image for Logan to consider.

"Wow, thanks for that image, Jack," Logan replied, giving the other man a look. "Gross."

He picked up his first bite and chewed it thoughtfully. "These are so good. Wow."

"I worked hard making them," he chuckled, more amused by Logan's reaction than he had any right to be. It was so funny, with all the things they did, just what Logan would consider gross. It was just biology after all.

"Do you want to go home today? We can stay another night...Scotty said he'd take care of everything so there's no rush. But if you're, you know, sick of this..."

Logan rolled his eyes and then shrugged. "I dunno. I like it here, but if you want to go, that's fine. I just want to be where you are."

Jack watched him and sucked some sugary stickiness off his thumb. There was a wet smack as he pulled his thumb free and he ran his tongue along his lower lip before he smiled.

"I want to stay," he said. "If you'll give me another chance, I'll take better care of you today."

"You wont make me sleep on the floor?" he asked, watching Jack with obvious interest. "I'll do it if you don't make me do that again."

"I won't make you sleep on the floor," he promised. "But I expect you to do what I tell you to do, and without fighting me. If you really fight, I'll leave you alone again. I won't take care of you. But..."

Jack smiled again and looked down at his food, picking at it a little.

"I know how you are and if you're just mouthy, I'll punish you. I'll take you over my knee and make you hurt."

Logan couldn't help it, he snorted a little at that. "If you actually took me over your knee everytime I mouthed off, you'd have a sprained wrist by the end of the day," he snickered, clearly amused by the idea as he popped another bite into his mouth.

Meeting Jack's eyes with his own, he wet his lips. "You'll be worn out by noon," he warned, giving his husband a chance to take it back.

Edited 2010-01-05 14:05 (UTC)

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