echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

NYE post midnight

He practically dragged Jack away from the party, holding his hand tightly and grinning as he lead the way outside and into the snow.

"I'm sorry I'm so bad at parties," he said as they walked. "I've been trying though. I was really trying hard tonight."

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"That's because you do matter. You matter more than anything to me," he assured him, taking more time than necessary to was Logan's ass. Jack loved his husband's ass almost as much as he loved his mouth. He couldn't keep from groping him, just a little, before moving down to his legs to wipe off the water that had run down them.

And then he was done and he took up a towel to dry Logan off, moving him a little closer to the fire to keep him from getting too cold.

"You're the most precious thing in my life."

"Quit groping me," Logan laughed, letting Jack move him closer to the flames and wrapping his arms around the other man.

"And if I'm the most precious thing in your life, I wish I could- I could be something more. You deserve more."

"I don't think I could handle more," he chuckled, grabbing for Logan's ass again.

"I don't even know what 'more' there could be. I love you the way you are."

"Yeah? Lucky me," Logan grinned, swatting Jack's hands away as he leaned in to kiss the other man. "I love you the way you are too."

"You better," Jack laughed, grabbing for his bare skin again and smacking him, not even hard enough to make a sound. He simply swatted and then held on. His smile spread against Logan lips and he kissed him back.

"You want to do me now? Or do you want to go upstairs?"

"Do you?" Logan asked with a grin, pressing up against him and playfully rutting against his leg. "Yeah, I want to do you," he laughed, clearly pleased with his little joke.

Jack snorted and then actually laughed before he pulled away from Logan to refill the pot and put it back over the fire.

"You might as well get dressed before you freeze," he suggested. "We can strip when we go upstairs again."

Which was something he was looking forward to despite the sudden and overwhelming need to get clean.

"fine, just get your clothes off," Logan said, smacking Jack's thigh and turning away to pull his clothes back on.

He dressed quickly, glad to be warm again, and then grabbed the pot and refilled the bucket with hot water.

As Logan got everything ready, Jack stripped out of his clothes and put them aside. He wet his lips as he moved closer.

"I want you to do a good job," he ordered. "Thorough. And no messing around...just wash me."

"No messing around? Like this?" Logan asked, groping Jack's ass with a smirk and then slowly starting to wash the other man. "So bossy. It's adorable."

"Just do it," Jack said with an undercurrent of warning. He reached out and touched Logan gently, though, stroking his jaw and running his hand down his throat and along his arm.

"You said I could do this, so I'm doing it my way," Logan replied, rubbing down Jack's arms and chest, before moving onto his back.

He rubbed every inch of skin, and then slowly dropped to his knees, washing Jack's thighs, and then his ass and his cock. He was careful and tender, and clearly enjoying the chance to touch and tend to the other man- Especially his more tender areas.

Finally he worked on his ankles and feet, down on all fours as he rubbed away all traces of sweat and dirt from the other man.

"You look so good like that," Jack said softly, studying the curves and angles of Logan's body. "You shouldn't wonder why I like watching you crawl...you're gorgeous."

Logan's hands had wound him up and the sight of him didn't help. His body betrayed him, though he'd tried hard to think away his hard on. There was no way he could. By the time Logan finished his feet, Jack was breathing slow and deep and fighting for the last shreds of self control.

"I'm not crawling for you," Logan replied, aware of what Jack was looking at.

Slowly he straightened up, pressing a kiss to the curve of Jack's ass before finally getting to his feet and dumping the washcloth back in the water.

"You'd crawl if it was your idea," he pointed out. "You just don't like me telling you what to do. Except...sometimes it really gets you hot. You can't lie to me, I know. I think you need to go upstairs. Now."

"Everything you do gets me hot," Logan replied, smirking and smacking Jack hard on the ass before rushing up the stairs.

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