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"You make me a better man," he said quietly. "You don't even do anything. You just...you make me want to be good. Worth it."

Logan said nothing, he simply pressed closer and kissed Jack until he was breathless.

His heart ached in the best way, and he held on tightly to the other man.

"I'm not killing your high, am I?" he asked, stroking his hand down Logan's back. Even after all this time,even though they were married, it was still a big deal to him to touch Logan's back. He hadn't forgotten how it felt when Logan had said it was okay.

"No- no you always make it better," Logan assured him. "Keep touching me. I love that. You're the only person who can touch me there and make me feel good."

"I love you," Jack said again, as if Logan might have forgotten in the past few minutes. "I'll always make it good. I promise."

He kissed him again, earnest and sweet, and let his hand move up to Logan's neck and then all the way down to his ass.

And then he spanked him, just once. Just one hard smack and then he was tracing the muscles of his back again.

The smack made him tense, and he responded by pinching Jack's hip.

"Jerk," he accused lightly. "Always trying to smack me down..."

Jack yelped and smacked Logan's ass again. He laughed and pulled Logan closer and rolled himself so he could get the upper hand again. Every chance he got, he spanked Logan again.

"You've got the best ass," he said. How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?"

"I dunno, maybe you could try some self restraint," Logan gasped, smacking Jack in return and pinching his ass.

"Or maybe I don't want you to. Maybe I like it."

"I'll leave the restraints in your hands," he purred. He smoothed his hand over the swell of Logan's ass and groped him rudely and then pulled him closer.

"I know what you like," Jack said softly. "I know just what makes you moan. Do you want me to? Make you moan?"

"God you're smug. Why do I love that so much? Why is it I love how damn smug you are?" Logan asked with a grin, catching Jack's wrist as he spoke and giving him a challenging look.

"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.