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"you don't have to be sorry," Logan replied. "You can feel however you want, you know? I just want you to be happy."

"M'happy right now," Jack replied. "I like when you get high. You're...sweet. You're so...I don't even know. You're easy." He said it with a teasing smirk and then moved fast to trail kisses along Logan's chest.

"You calling me easy?" Logan laughed, squirming on the bed. "Baby, I'm always easy for you."

"I know you are," Jack chuckled. He caught Logan's nipple between his lips and then trailed his hand down to open Logan's fly and push his hand inside. He could molest Logan' like this for hours, just kissing and touching and winding him up like this. Sometimes, just sometimes, Jack could be patient.

Logan's fingers raked over Jack's shoulders, and then moved higher to tangle in his hair.

"You have the best hands," he gasped. "Best mouth..."

Jack hummed softly and tracked kisses in lazy trails over Logan's body. He loved how he tasted and how he felt. He worked lower until the waist of Logan's pants was a hinderance and then he backed away.

"Lift up," Jack said softly. "I want these off."

"Don't boss me around, I'll take my pants off when I damn well want to," Logan replied, being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn.

He narrowed his eyes a little and then grinned. "I'm not too stoned to fight you, man. Better watch it."

Jack yanked the pants down off Logan's hips but that was as far as they'd go without a little cooperation.

"You really want to fight?" Jack purred before ducking down to mouth Logan's cock through his underwear.

"Ye- That's cheating," he gasped, squirming as the defiance quickly drained from him.

Jack murmured softly and used his lips and tongue against Logan. The cotton of his underwear grew wet as Jack sucked and pulled and worked his way over the hard ridge.

Too stoned to fight it, Logan groaned as he melted against the mattress and settled in.

"Love your mouth. Love it. Kiss me. I want to taste you... Love tasting you."

Jack worked his way back up, kissing Logan's stomach and chest and neck before he got to his mouth.

"I love how you feel," he said softly. You're just perfect. I could spend all my time in bed with you."

He kissed Logan slowly at first, savoring the softness of his lips. It didn't take long for him to press for more though and his tongue passed Logan's lips to glide against the other man's mouth.

"Mmm, you'd get bored eventually. You like people. You like dancing. You couldn't live like this. I'm never enough," Logan murmured between kisses, letting out a moan as he arched against Jack.

Jack would have liked to argue the point but he knew it was the truth. Logan knew him too well. It was one of many things that he loved about his husband. No one knew him as well.

"Shut up," he said, rather than fighting about it. He reached up and covered Logan's mouth with his hand and turned his attention to the man's throat and neck again, kissing and nuzzling as his other hand slid into Logan's underwear.

"You shut up," Logan gasped, moaning and bucking into Jack's hand as he tangled his fingers in the other man's hair. "So. Damn. Bossy." he accused.

"You love it," Jack said softly. He twisted into the grip on his hair and his eyes rolled back with pleasure. "Nnngh, God, Logan. That hurts."

The pain was totally welcome, though. Jack didn't try to escape it at all.

"You like it," Logan replied simply, tugging harder. "Say you like it. ...Say you love it, baby."

"I do. You know I do," he moaned. His fingers curled around Logan's cock and he stroked him slowly as he savored the sting.

"Love when you hurt me like that. Feels so good."

Of course, he liked doing it to Logan, too. It was such a good balance, he thought. Give and take. Perfect.

Logan yanked hard and then let go, smacking Jack lightly across the face.

He wanted to play, and he knew exactly how to bate the other man into one of his games.

The slap was a shock and as the burn of it lingered on his cheek, Jack looked at Logan with dark eyes. He let go of the man's dick so he could reach up and grab his wrist and press his arm to the bed.

"Ass," he hissed. "Think you can just get away with that?"

"Yes," Logan replied, slapping Jack again with his free hand and then trying to roll them over.

Jack fought him to stay on top but Logan got just the right leverage and Jack toppled over. He kept his hold on Logan's wrist...for all the good it did.

"Get off," he snarled, but the weight of the man and the hard pressure of his cock so close to Jack's own erection made him less than convincing. He didn't care that Logan was a little high. It felt good to have him on him.

Logan laughed, the roll making his head spin as he squirmed on top of the other man.

"I'm trying to," he replied, grinning at his own joke and pushing down on Jack's shoulder.

Logan's joke made him snicker a little and he wrestled the other man a little harder. All he managed to do was buck and grind against him.

"I'm too dressed for this. So are you. Take your pants off."

"You first," Logan demanded. "I like watching you get naked. I love it."