echolls_cursed | for Jack

"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..."

Logan looked embarrassed and gave Jack's arm a hard punch.

"Fuck off," he muttered, glaring a little and starting to roll away.

That got him to open his eyes.

"No," he replied, rolling to catch Logan and stop him.

"You make me want you all the time. Just thinking about you...god, Logan," he purred as he licked the man to taste him. "I love when you touch me like that."

Logan squirmed a little, still blushing but starting to relax.

He reached out to touch the other man's hip, holding on lightly.

"I like the way you touch me," he murmured.

Jack moved his lips close to Logan's ear so he could whisper.

"I love when you're dirty," he admitted, his whole body moving against Logan, rubbing and grinding, not that he needed that much more friction to drive himself mad with desire.

"Dirty how? What kind of dirty," Logan gasped, groaning as he arched against Jack.

"Your mouth. Love your fantasies. And when you tease me. When you make me get on my knees for you. Games. I love your games. Your mind," he babbled, caressing Logan all over, his hands never lingering any one place for long.

"Had a dream," he continued. "A couple nights ago. You...you held my hair and made me jerk off on your feet, then lick them clean. Kept telling me how I deserved it because I was such a bastard to you."

Logan wasn't sure how he felt about Jack licking his feet, but he got the idea.

"So- what, you want me to be in charge or whatever?" he asked, trying to sound casual and failing.

He wasn't sure why, but it was always awkward when Jack asked for it. Logan had no issue with taking control, they both knew he'd fight for the upper hand given half the chance, but when Jack asked... When Jack asked he felt like the other man would be judging him. Like he might not be as good as Jack expected.

"Sometimes. It's good. You're so good," Jack replied, tasting the salt from Logan's skin. It took him a second to catch the tone of Logan's voice and then he pulled away so he could blink the sleep from his eyes and look at his husband. Jack was struck by just how beautiful he was.

"I like everything we do. All the games we play. It was just a dream. I hardly ever dream like that so I remembered. I like dreaming about you."

Considering how many of his dreams weren't good, dreaming of Logan was a relief.

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