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]

He grabbed another device, this one with a couple wires that ended in sticky pads. But when he turned Logan was bare and that was...distracting.

He looked like a man dying of thirst.

[logan_echolls]

Logan didn't seem to notice that. He was too busy being a bit awkward, half covering himself while also doing his best to look as though he didn't care that he was naked.

[im_torchwood]

"You want a gown? You look cold," he said, trying to make this a little more bearable.

[logan_echolls]

"I'm fine, can we just get on with it?" Logan asked awkwardly.

[im_torchwood]

Jack stuck the pads to Logan's temples and stared at the screen.

"Vitals are steady, brain is good. Heart's good."

He read on a bit.

"Yeah...this is all a lot of nothing."

[logan_echolls]

"I mean, I know it's average, but I think it qualifies as something" Logan quipped.

[im_torchwood]

Jack looked up from the screen from beneath his lashes. A slow smile curved his lips.

"Oh yeah...definitely something," he replied flirtatiously.

[logan_echolls]

Logan snorted a laugh, then rolled his eyes.

"Anything else you want a good look at?"

[im_torchwood]

"Actually, yeah. Stand up straight and let me look at your hip," he said.

[logan_echolls]

"My hip?" Logan asked, looking puzzled and straightening up.

[im_torchwood]

Jack reached to touch where the tattoo had been. He really shouldn't hope, yet part of him did.

[logan_echolls]

Logan had no memory of that and seemed puzzled, though he invited the touch anyway.

"What? What is it?" he asked, looking confused.

[im_torchwood]

"It's...remarkable," Jack said. He looked up at Logan and he was clearly puzzling something out. Some memories, mixed memories, different body, definitely younger, but if he'd been direct from the island the tattoo would have been there.

He looked into Logan's eyes and shook his head.

"I have absolutely no ideas on this. None. And I'm so used to being dicked around between the island and the Doctor and Torchwood and this mist bullshit that all I can think is 'huh. weird.' and then just carry on. And that can't be the right reaction," he said.

[logan_echolls]

"You want me here though, right? You're not going to ask me to leave or whatever, right?" Logan asked, looking a little worried.

[im_torchwood]

"Never in a million," Jack said, reaching up to stroke Logan's cheek. "Whatever is going on, you're you...and that's all I've ever wanted."

[logan_echolls]

Logan relaxed visibly and nodded a little. "Well, I'm glad you still have shit taste in men then," he joked awkwardly.

[im_torchwood]

"The best taste," he countered. He gave Logan a smile and a cheeky wink, then smacked the side of his ass.

"I'm done invading your space."

[logan_echolls]

"What if I want you to stay in my space?" Logan asked with a grin.

[im_torchwood]

Jack wet his lips, his eyes growing darker.

"Make me," he challenged.

[logan_echolls]

Logan raised a brow at that, then shrugged.

"If you don't want to be here, that's fine, Captain," he decided, moving to dress again.

[im_torchwood]

Jack reached out and took hold of him, then hauled him close.

"Make me," he challenged again...well aware he was basically inviting Logan to punch him.

[logan_echolls]

All it did though was leave Logan at odds with himself- His younger self itching for a fight, but his grown self holding back, fighting to keep his impulses in check.

"Jack," Logan warned.

[im_torchwood]

He let go his hold and caressed Logan as he drew back.

"Okay," he said.

[logan_echolls]

Logan slowly relaxed, then pulled Jack down to kiss him hard. It was a hungry kiss, desperate and eager.

[im_torchwood]

For Jack, it seemed to happen in slow motion. A hand there, then fingers. A pull. Bend there. And then his kiss. Jack closed his eyes and lost himself in it. He'd never kissed anyone in all these long years that was as perfect as Logan. It was if their mouths were just made to fit.

Jack kissed him eagerly, kissed him like a man drowning.

...Which meant he wasn't thinking too hard about controlling the life energy that threatened to overflow.