echolls_cursed | for Jack

"Fuck being adults," Logan replied simply, ever the beacon of maturity and wisdom.

That made him laugh in spite of himself. Jack put the guns back in the trunk and thought that they were just two more that he'd turn over to the IPD when the time came. Because he was an adult.

"You're unbelievable," he said, still chuckling a little. He wandered back to the bad to stand over the other man and drink in the sight of him.

Logan folded his arms behind his head and looked up at Jack.

"Sorry I punched you or whatever. I guess at least this time you don't have a broken nose."

A shadow crossed his face. Now that Logan had brought up John, had presented him with the guns, the memory of coming home stoned only to be greeted by John's fist, the solid force of it breaking his nose with a sickening crunch, just the memory made his stomach turn.

"It's okay," he replied. "...We're never going to stop this, are we?"

He paused.

"We can't fight like this around the baby."

He was more worried about fighting than he was about sex. Sex was...natural.

"It's part of us, Jack. It''s not like we can just switch it off. We just need to be less- intense. Maybe be more careful about when and where we throw our punches. ...But we're never gonna stop fighting, man. It's part of what makes this work."

He sat up and reached for the other man.

"I don't wanna talk about the baby anymore today. We spend all our time talking about the kid- we should enjoy us while we can, right? So, no babies, no ex-whatevers. Tell me what you want to do. Name it, I wont flip out this time, okay? I swear it."

Jack took hold of Logan's hands and guided them to his ass. Looking down at his husband's upturned face he knew it was the truth. They'd never not fight. It was just a fact. He pressed harder against the back of Logan's hands to make him hold on.

"Kiss me," he said, then nodded, pleased that Logan was right there at waist level. "Right there, where you're at. Kiss me."

Logan held on at Jack's urging, and gave the man a look before leaning in and kissing Jack's hip, letting the other man's cock brush against his cheek.

He knew that wasn't what Jack was asking for, but he couldn't help himself. Logan would always wind Jack up when he was given half the chance.

He let his nails dig in lightly to soft skin of Jack's ass, and then let go so he could give him a quick, sharp smack.

He caught Logan' by the hair and held on tight.

"Don't hit me. Just kiss me," he said again, his jaw clenched almost as tight as his ass as he pulled Logan in to kiss his stomach.

"Last time I checked, this was mine," Logan smirked, smacking Jack's ass again and trying not to wince as the other man pulled his hair.

"I'll hit it if I want to," she said simply, leaning in to kiss the other man's stomach.

"Little shit," Jack exhaled, no heat to it at all. The sting of the smack coupled with the soft warmth of Logan's mouth made everything else irrelevant. Even his grip on the man's hair loosened as he got what he wanted.

Logan played nice, but only for a little while, and he ducked his head to nuzzle Jack's cock before abruptly smacking the other man on the ass again and pulling away.

Grinning, he looked up at Jack. "I like the way you tense when I do that."

"Stop it," he protested, looking down at Logan. He was hard again and, as usual, his thoughts were consumed with Logan and the urgent need to have him.

"Come on...god, Logan, come on..."

Logan simply raised a brow, taking Jack in hand and slowly starting to pull him off.

"Say please, and I might let you come. Say it a few times, and I might let you fuck me. Maybe. If you suck me off first as well. I like it when you get on your knees."

Sometimes he hated that Logan could hold off, if for no other reason than to make Jack wait. It drove him crazy. Jack's eyes fell closed and his head fell back. Fingers clutched at the younger man and he gasped quietly.

"Please," he said, barely a word at all. "Please," Jack repeated a little louder so he was sure Logan heard him.

Logan wet his lips.

"So do it then. Suck me," he purred, spreading his legs and inviting the other man to kneel.

Jack didn't want Logan to stop touching him and it gave him pause. He swallowed hard and looked down and that decided it for him- the sight of Logan naked and demanding made him drop to his knees. He ran his hands up and down Logan's thighs, met his gaze, then ducked down to lick and tease the head of his cock.

Logan stroked Jack's hair gently at first, and then held on tight, tugging as he encouraged the other man to keep going.

"Fuck, I love your mouth," he moaned.

One hand remained on Logan's thigh, the other wrapped around the root of his cock to keep him rigid. Jack began to suck in earnest, his lips pulling and tongue sliding against the hot, heavy flesh.

Logan groaned softly, urging Jack to take him deeper with a tug and a push.

"Fuck, yeah, like that," he murmured. "Come on..."

Jack relaxed his throat and began to plunge down on Logan's dick, swallowing around him, moaning a little at the feeling of the way the cock hit the back of his throat again and again. His own cock was throbbing with his pulse and he wanted relief of his own, but for now it was enough to listen to Logan sound like that and feel the way he jerked Jack's head around.

Logan panted harder, biting his bottom lip and then swearing softly.

"Fuck, Jack, I'm gonna..."

He made a choked sound and pushed Jack's head down hard as he came, holding him there fora moment and then letting go.

"Fucking perfect," he groaned.

Logan's seed hit his throat and he didn't even have a chance to taste him before he was swallowing pulse after pulse. He kept sucking until Logan was completely spent and then took his time pulling away.

"So good," he said, wiping his lips and chin dry. He reached up to push Logan back, down onto the bed.

"Now it's my turn...do I have to say please again?"

Logan was spent and content, but he still squirmed a little as Jack pushed him down.

"Yeah, say please again," he demanded, ignoring the fact that Jack practically had him pinned down.

Jack reached for the lotion and made quick work of slicking his cock. He only used what was left on his fingers to prepare Logan. He was beyond caring if this was rough.

"Please," he said with a note of desperation. Then he guided himself into his husband slowly.

"Please," he ground out. "Fuck...Logan, please..."

Logan winced as Jack slid into him, gritting his teeth and swearing softly.

"Impatient fucker," he gasped, tensing and then slowly relaxing.

Sometimes he still felt incredibly vulnerable when Jack was inside of him, and in a way he was. Like this, Jack could do nearly anything, and he knew he'd be in no position to fight.

Though as time had past and their relationship had changed, he'd found he didn't really mind being at Jack's mercy. In fact, it was the best place to be sometimes.

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