Jack - Play, then Work

[logan_echolls]

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.

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[im_torchwood]

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.

[logan_echolls]

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.

[im_torchwood]

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.

[logan_echolls]

"Fuck," Logan gasped, closing his eyes. "Jesus, Jack, you mouth is just- Fuck, it's amazing," he panted.

[im_torchwood]

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.