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"Because you're my bitch?" Jack snorted. "No...because, um, I have no idea. Because you love me."

Jack groped Logan's ass again and then hooked his thigh to pull his leg up against Jack's hip.

"God, I want you."

"Fuck you, I'm not your bitch," Logan laughed. "...I do love you though," he said after a beat. "You have no idea how much."

Quietly, he stroked Jack's cheek.

"You are stunning, you know that?" he asked.

"I feel like I am when you look at me like that," he replied. He leaned into Logan's touch for a moment and then kissed him again.

"I need you," Jack murmured against Logan's lips. He rocked his hips forward and slid his cock against the other man's and moaned at the friction.

"So tell me what you want," Logan replied softly. "Go on, tell me. Tell me what you want to do," he smiled, gasping softly and arching against him.

He was still buzzed, but he'd sobered up enough to really enjoy Jack's touch. He tingled all over, and he felt light and calm.

Edited 2010-10-04 03:29 (UTC)

"I want to fuck you slow," Jack said softly. He was almost shy about it. They were so rough and so fast most of the time, and when they went slow it was a torment. But to be slow and sweet and savor it, Jack was almost embarrassed to admit he wanted it.

And then, he knew, he could never keep it up. It always devolved into something feral. Primal. It was just how they were. Still, it was something he thought about often.

"I want your legs wrapped around me.I want to make you come so hard. I want to hear you moaning my name."

"I'd like that," Logan said quietly. "Don't look embarrassed. You don't think I like that too?" he asked curiously, wondering, not for the first time, if he demanded too much from Jack in bed.

All his games- maybe Jack was sick of them.

"I'm starting to wonder if I'm any good at it anymore," he admitted. That was all, just his own worries-- worries that didn't stop him from kissing Logan, lingering against his lips and savoring the taste of him. His hands roamed his husband's body, touching where he knew it would get the best reactions.

Gasping against Jack's lips, Logan gently groped the other man's ass and thigh, feeling him up as if he'd never touched him before.

It didn't matter that he knew every inch of Jack's skin, it never got boring.

Jack moaned wantonly and writhed against Logan. It didn't take long before he couldn't stand it any more and he pushed to roll Logan onto his back. He braced himself over the other man, kissed him slowly, then pulled away so he could just look at Logan.

"I want you so much," he said, amazed a bit that even after all this time he was absolutely captivated by Logan.

"You sound surprised," Logan laughed. "Were you planning on being sick of me by now?"

"No. What?" Jack said, shaking his head to help clear it. It was hard to think when all he wanted to do was feel Logan close."No. Shut up."

"You shut up," Logan countered, ducking his head and biting down on Jack's shoulder. "Don't tell me what to do."

He groaned loudly and grabbed hold of Logan's hair and held him in place. He thrust his hips forward again and again, rutting against Logan insistently.

"I'll tell you," he managed to get out, then groaned again. "...Leave a mark."

Logan cried out softly as Jack pulled his hair, jerking away and letting out a moan.

"I might mark you first," he panted, rutting against Jack eagerly as he spoke.

"What...ever," Jack gasped. He let go of Logan so he could fumble for the lotion they kept nearby. So much for slow. SO much for romance. With Logan bucking against him all Jack could think of was getting him slick and sinking into him. Now. All he could think was now.

"You said slow," Logan panted. "You said... you said gentle. You said you wanted different. So. Fucking. Impatient," he laughed

"I'm trying to go slow but you're making it hard," Jack replied. "I want you so bad, baby. I need you."

He was generous with the lotion, mostly because he worked fast. He slicked his cock and then prepared Logan, focing himself to slow down. Forcing himself to really feel the warmth, the resistance, the soft and slick skin against his fingers.

"I'm trying," he repeated.

Logan couldn't answer, he could only moan as the other man's fingers stretched and prepared him.

He waited as long as he could stand. It was hard and he wanted Logan so much but he waited until he was wet and well stretched before Jack guided his cock into position. Even then he was slow, sinking in just a bit at a time. The way Logan's body gripped him and drew him in made him gasp and he didn't stop until he'd sunk to the hilt.

"Fuck," he said softly. He could hardly say anything else.

Jack filled him and it felt so good. It was perfect. It was always perfect.

With Jack inside him, he always felt whole.

"Shit," he panted. "God, fuck... you feel so good, baby."

He drew back and thrust in, setting a slow, sensual pace. It was so good, moving together and using his heartbeat as a tempo.

"Love you," Jack said as he caught up one of Logan's legs and then stretched to be able to kiss him. "So much. Love you so, so much."

"Love you," Logan groaned in return. "Love having you in me. Love touching you. Love it..."

Holding on tight to the other man's hips, he rocked into each thrust.

The slide and friction were overwhelming and Jack had to work hard to keep his pace. He kept the slow, steady rhythm but it didn't take long before he was thrusting harder and harder. He collided with Logan and skin smacked skin.

"You better. Better fucking love me," he ground out. "Take it..."

No one else in the world was allowed to talk to him that way, but when Jack did it it was good. It was sexy.

Groaning, he arched his back. "I'm not your bitch, Captain," he panted, clawing at Jack's chest as he moaned.

Oh, that was just unfair. The combination of the captain and the nails made Jack shiver and seek Logan's mouth again. He couldn't imagine anyone else he'd consider being with like this. No one could compare to his husband.

"Say it again," he demanded. "Call me that all the time."