echolls_cursed | for Jack

"And you're the one that bit me," he shot back while he wrestled Logan on the bed. Logan kicked hard, even with bare feet, and Jack pulled his leg back, but it only put him in an awkward and vulnerable position.

"Yeah, well, you deserved it," Logan snapped, curling up as he sat up so he could defend himself if he needed to.

Jack grabbed Logan's leg and jerked him closer, trying to put him off balance. It didn't work and planned and all he did was pull himself closer to the younger man.

"You're a dick," he accused, holding on tight...and then nuzzling in against Logan's hip.

"Learned from you," Logan gasped, trying to kick Jack again.

He wouldn't be deterred this time, running his tongue along the just of Logan's hip where the skin was so smooth and sensitive. The only concession he made was to reach out to hold Logan's other leg in an attempt to get him to stop kicking him.

"You've learned well," he murmured, doing his best to make his husband willing and weak.

"Stop acting like you've been training me," Logan snapped, squirming and grabbing a fistful of Jack's hair.

Logan may have meant it to hurt but with the scent of his skin overwhelming Jack, the added pull only shot down his spine and settled between his legs. It made him moan softly.

"Stop acting like you don't pick up everything, whether I'm training you or not," he said, turning his head just enough to meet Logan's eyes.

Logan let go and shoved Jack away.

"Fuck off," he muttered, glaring a little and moving to get out of bed.

"Logan," Jack sighed, his tone dropping in disappointment. He reached out to stop the other man but bare skin slipped away from his grasp. He sighed heavily and fell to the bed.

"Whatever."

Logan was surprised when Jack didn't pursue him, and he frowned a little.

"Fine, whatever," he sighed softly.

Getting up from the bed was more work than he really wanted to do, but he sat up slowly. He reached out and beckoned Logan with one finger.

"Come back to bed," he said, a request rather than a command. "Please. And...don't kick me anymore."

Logan hesitated, and then slowly did as Jack asked, slipping into bed again and watching the other curiously.

Jack fell to the pillow heavily, rolled until he was pressed tight against Logan, and kept his eyes closed the whole time. He sought Logan's skin and kissed him with slow, lazy movements.

"You should pull my hair again," he whispered after a minute. "If you want to. I want you to. I want you to...I don't know. Everything."

Logan pulled the other man's hair lightly, then arched against him.

"Everything is a lot," he murmured, kissing the other man on the cheek as he let go.

"Good thing we've got time then," Jack chuckled, moving against Logan. "How about anything that doesn't require getting out of this bed. Everything I can do with my head on this pillow."

That limited things significantly. Too much. Jack lifted his head just enough to kiss Logan again, this time using the kiss as a distraction while he reached with both hands to grope the younger man.

"Mmmm, I told you that you should sleep." Logan yawned.

"I don't want to sleep," he protested, practically whining. "I want you. I always want you. Don't yawn..."

He kissed Logan again, trying hard to not be clumsy about it. Of course the younger man was right. He should sleep. They'd likely have more fun after a nap. But Jack was determined and wanted to see through what he had started.

And then he yawned, too. It was contagious and he couldn't help himself.

Logan couldn't help it, he laughed.

"Look at you, man, you can barely prop yourself up," he pointed out with a grin. "Get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up. I'm always here, right?"

Jack held onto him and kept kissing him, but each press of lips came slower.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I really do want you. Just let me...don't let me sleep for long. Promise?"

"You think I'm going to let you sleep all day after that? Logan asked. "I'll wake you up, I promise, and you can have whatever you want, okay? Anything."

He purred softly, nuzzled against Logan's neck, and held on. But his arms slowly loosened as he drifted off and it didn't take long before he was completely dead to the world. It was a testament to how truly tired he was. Jack rarely fell asleep that fast.

Logan drifted off not long after, but he didn't sleep long. It was hot in the hut, and still too bright for him to sleep properly.

He let Jack sleep a while longer, pulling away slightly just so he could watch him.

Jack always looked so relaxed when he slept.

Eventually he settled in close again and kissed Jack's cheek.

"Wake up, Captain," he whispered.

Jack was reluctant to open his eyes but he did wake up. His automatic response was to drape a heavy arm around Logan and roll toward him.

"I was dreaming," he mumbled softly. "I was trying to cook but you were behind me and I was naked..."

"That sounds dangerous," Logan replied simply, tilting his head to kiss Jack softly on the lips.

"I like it better when you have dirty dreams. You get all grope-y. It's cute."

"Cute?" he grinned, eyes still closed while his hands roamed Logan's body. "You think it's cute? You mean like when you grind against me in your sleep? I'm surprised you don't come on me. Or wake up enough to do more. And you make the hottest sounds..."

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