echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

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.

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"And your ass will be numb...so I'll have to do something other than spank you," Jack said placidly. "But I'll decide what's mouthing off. We'll see. If you want to stay, we'll see."

Logan continued to eat, clearing his plate as he considered Jack and his words.

Swallowing the last bite, he licked the icing from his bottom lip and the tips of his fingers as he nodded.

"Alright," he agreed.

Jack gave him a warm smile of approval, then a short nod.

"Okay," he agreed. "Then finish up. I'm going to try to heat up enough water...I want to wash you all over."

With that, he left what remained of his breakfast on the table and went to the fire. There was a large pot and water in pails. He set it up so the water would get hot and then looked for a rag. Without a shower, it was the net best thing. And Jack wasn't ashamed to admit that he liked washing Logan. It gave him a chance to touch him in a unique and pleasant way.

Logan didn't argue or fight, after all, he liked when Jack touched him. He liked when they washed one another in the showers, and this was no different.

Stripping slowly out of his clothes, he made his way towards the fire.

"Can I wash you as well?" he asked, suddenly itching to touch the other man any way he could.

"Yes. I kinda expected that," he replied. "We might have to heat up some more water, though."

Jack circled him and looked him over, drinking in the sight of Logan's naked body. He was gorgeous and Jack ran dry hands over him before he bothered to put the rag in the water so he could start washing Logan down. He began at his throat and moved slowly. Methodically. There wasn't an inch of skin he missed, though he left the man's face and hair dry.

Lifting his arms, Logan gave Jack more room to work, watching him the whole time.

"Water's not that hot," he complained softly, though that didn't stop him from moving a little closer so Jack could reach more skin.

"I could let you stand here and drip while I reheat it," Jack offered, though he didn't stop. He also couldn't resist leaning in to taste the water that beaded on Logan's chest. Jack closed his eyes and flicked Logan's nipple with his tongue. The he continued to move lower.

"I'll be quick," he promised.

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