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logan_echolls) wrote2020-02-17 07:57 pm
logan_echolls) wrote2020-02-17 07:57 pm
Jack - Play, then Work
He was never going to get used to this. It wasn't as if they spent all their time together, this was still new after all, but they spent enough time that waking up in Jack's fucking hobbit hole happened more than Logan liked.
"You need a real bed. And a real bedroom. ...And sheets that don't date back to World War One," he complained, rubbing his face as he sat up and turned on the light.
"You need a real bed. And a real bedroom. ...And sheets that don't date back to World War One," he complained, rubbing his face as he sat up and turned on the light.
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"I feel that," he grinned against Logan's mouth.
"Get some stuff," he continued more softly, rutting against him obscenely.
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That was when Logan realized he didn't have anything. ...Not even condoms. After all, the last version of himself hadn't been looking for love.
"...About that," he said awkwardly.
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Jack stopped and moved back enough to look at him.
"I am literally going to die," he said, but then moved to push Logan flat on his back. "Gonna have to get creative, I guess."
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"If this creativity involves a story about some eight legged spider king you fucked on Jupiter, just know I can live without the story," Logan laughed.
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Jack devolved into laughter and dropped his head.
"Shut up," he managed.
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"You shut up," Logan laughed.
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Jack lifted up and pushed him down. He smiled, his eyes sparkling.
"God, you're a shit," he said just before kissing him once again.
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Laughter faded to a moan as Logan hauled him closer, pressing against him.
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Jack moved against him, rutting against him in a way that broke the kiss from time to time, but that was only an opportunity to breathe.
"Logan," he moaned as he raked his nails down Logan's arm.
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The faint hint of pain brought back memories Logan wasn't sure what to do with, memories laced with love, and emotional baggage he no longer had a place for in his life. They hadn't been kind to one another. They'd been young, and angry, and lost- Or maybe that was just what he'd been.
Fights, lust, bridges burned all around them, it all rushed back and Logan's breath caught before he tried to push it all away. This was a fresh start, and he was a new man- Literally, in some ways.
Their bodies slid against one another, and Logan lifted his hips to meet Jack's as they writhed together on the bed.
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Jack was content to kiss and rut against him for a long moment, but soon he had to break away to catch his breath. He paused to look at Logan for a second, then began tracking kisses down his throat and chest, working steadily lower.
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Fuck he'd missed this. He'd missed Jack in general, but in the bedroom the man was like no one else- Knew him, like no one else.
"Jack," he gasped, needing to ground himself in the moment- To be certain it was real.
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Jack hummed softly and nuzzled Logan's belly while taking him in hand. Keeping him rigid, Jack parted his lips and swallowed him down.
The very taste of him made Jack moan in the most obscene way.
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"Fuck," Logan gasped, closing his eyes. "Jesus, Jack, you mouth is just- Fuck, it's amazing," he panted.
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Jack hardly had to think, muscle memory was so strong. He knew just how to make Logan moan and just what to do to tease him and draw this out. One hand held his hip and the other roamed up the length of Logan's body.