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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[logan_echolls]

"...Wow," Logan replied, genuinely shocked.

[im_torchwood]

"I got kind of picky," he explained.

[logan_echolls]

"How picky?" Logan asked curiously, still perched on Jack's lap.

[im_torchwood]

"If I couldn't see me sticking around for their entire lifetime, I just didn't try anything. And there's a lot of people I don't see forever in," he said. "But there's forever with you. It's fate."

[logan_echolls]

"Epic," Logan said quietly, leaning in and resting his forehead against Jack's.

[im_torchwood]

"Epic," he agreed, then tilted his head so he could kiss Logan deeply.

[logan_echolls]

Logan moaned into the kiss, pushing Jack's coat off his shoulders and starting on the buttons of his shirt.

"Jesus, you still wear way too many layers," he complained.

[im_torchwood]

"I get cold!" Jack protested, even as he shifted, pulled, and squirmed out of it.

[logan_echolls]

"I'll buy you some thermal underwear," Logan replied.

[im_torchwood]

"You'll just try to get me out of those, too," he chuckled, pulling at Logan's clothes in return.

[logan_echolls]

"Well, yeah. I mean, the dream is you naked 24/7, but we've established HR is probably on mars, and I just don't feel like making that trip every week," Logan quipped, peeling his own t-shirt off over his head.

[im_torchwood]

"Jesus," Jack said under his breath. Logan was so warm and he smelled so good. Jack could almost taste him on his tongue just being this close. He ran his palms over Logan's skin, light fingers tracing what was, once upon a time, a body he knew every inch of. How long ago had it been? More than eleven. More than forty. More than a hundred.

And yet he still remembered just where to touch to get a reaction.

[logan_echolls]

Logan swore as Jack's fingers found that one spot that teetered on the threshold of pleasure and pain. It was one of those things only Jack could do.

[im_torchwood]

That sound went straight to his cock. He didn't do it again, though. Instead he reached around and grabbed Logan's ass.

"I really want you," he said. "In case you had questions."

[logan_echolls]

"All yours, captain," Logan assured him, yanking off Jack's shirt and kissing him roughly.

[im_torchwood]

Logan's mouth was so hot and he was so solid. So real. He kissed him with fervor, hands roaming all over him, fighting to get them both naked without getting too far from one another.

[logan_echolls]

"Much as I like this couch, why don't we go to bed?" Logan laughed between kisses.

[im_torchwood]

"Bed's so far away," he protested with a fake whinge. But then he laughed and moved to get up. He was already working to get the cursed layers out of the way.

[logan_echolls]

"My place is the size of a shoe box, it's not that far," Logan snorted, too busy watching Jack undress to think to remove the last of his own clothes.

Honestly, he could watch Jack all day. In some ways it felt like just yesterday they'd been on the island- But then that other timeline crept in and it had been nothing more than a foggy dream. The memories warred with one another a bit, leaving it all blurry and nebulous.

[im_torchwood]

It took a ridiculously long time for Jack to get down to just pants and socks. He left a trail of clothes in his wake.

[logan_echolls]

"Too many clothes," Logan tutted again, letting himself enjoy the sight of Jack a beat longer before stripping down himself.

[im_torchwood]

Jack stripped off the last then eased up against Logan and held him.

"You should always be kissing me," he said.

[logan_echolls]

"We'd have to invest in a shit ton of chapstick, but I'm not against it," Logan said, slipping his arms around the other man and pressing up against him.

[im_torchwood]

"It's a small price to pay," he replied. Kissing Logan deeply, strong hands roamed over miles of familiar skin.

[logan_echolls]

Logan laughed, a sharp little noise that contrasted just a bit with his lazy California drawl.

"Whatever you want, Captain," he said, starting to guide them into the bedroom.