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"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."

"Captain," Logan growled. "My Captain. My husband. Mine."

He was practically snarling the words, and he reached between their bodies to take himself in hand.

"Shit, Logan," Jack choked. The feeling of Logan's fist against his belly just rounded out the overload of pleasure.

"Slow down...slow," he said, biting his lip to keep some self control. "Go slow. Want you to...to come so hard."

Logan reluctantly slowed his hand, but it didn't last, and soon he was jerking off at a rapid pace yet again, desperate to come.

"Can't," he moaned.

As Logan's pace increased, so did Jack's. He was thrusting hard and grew faster and faster.

"Please. Do it. Come on," he said breathlessly. "Love how you look. Do it, baby."

Biting his lip, Logan whimpered as he grew closer and closer to the edge.

Jack's words shot right through him though, making the pleasure explode inside him as he spilled in his hand and across Jack's stomach.

"Jack," he moaned.

When Logan came, there was no use in holding back. The way the man's body clenched and relaxed timed with the rhtyhm of Jack's thrusts made him weak and useless. He came hard, pumping his load into Logan with hard thrusts until he was boneless and tired and dropped to the side so he didn't crush Logan.

"My God," he groaned. "You're so damned amazing."

"That's me, the eighth wonder," Logan snorted, catching his breath and rolling onto his side to look at the other man.

"My eighth wonder," he purred. He squirmed closer and nuzzled Logan's neck and should, smiling against his skin.

"Did that sober you up?" Jack asked after a long moment.

"Mmm, yeah," Logan grinned, tilting his head to give Jack more room. "I've got a whole new high now, Captain..."

"You make me so weak when you call me that. Wrapped around your finger," he murmured as he kissed Logan, tasting the sweat and lingering perfume of desire.