from here"I'm all for eating hot food while I watch you fix the bed. ...With your shirt off," he added with a smirk. "I mean, you did break it after all
( Read more... )
BY the time he returned home, he had no kittens. None. There were two he still had to deliver, but he'd promised them to people, so they could stick around a little longer. Jack stomped the snow off his boots and stripped off his winter wear by the door before he wandered over and joined Logan.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked, settling his cold body next to the younger man's warm skin.
Logan shivered a little, the other man making it feel like someone had dumped a bucket of ice in what had been a warm bed.
"One of your poetry books," he replied, shifting closer even though Jack was still cold. Handing the book over, he wormed his way under Jack's arm and held on as he tried to snare a little of his warmth.
"All right," he agreed, then flipped through the book until he found the shortest poem available.
"Devotion The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean-- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition."
"I just like the way you sound when you read- The only thing that sounds better is the way you sound in bed," Logan replied, his head settling on Jack's shoulder as his fingers slipped beneath the other man's shirt.
"Oh, really? Why don't you break out that operations manual, then?" Jack teased, easing closer to the touch. He hummed softly in approval, appreciative of Logan's warm, gentle hand against his cold skin.
"Always purge the acidic coolant before applying pressure to the primary courser joint when dismantling the friction relay," he said, nuzzling close to Logan's ear and letting his voice drop to the low purr that made the man shiver. He was mainly curious to see if it might actually work.
It shouldn't have been sexy, and honestly Logan wasn't even sure what it meant, but Jack's voice... God, Jack's voice.
"Oh," he said quietly, his own voice barely more than a whisper as his fingers dragged over slowly warming skin and he tilted his head to give Jack room.
"Once the friction relay has been put aside, the graviton control manifold will be visible. To disassemble the manifold, begin with the particle centrifuge," he continued, his warm breath feathering against Logan's neck. His tongue darted out and trailed across the other man's pulse until he could nibble softly on his ear.
"Now...pay attention. Removing the particle centrifuge is never easy..."
"You gotta admit, it's much more fun to learn it like this," Jack countered, his lips making their way lower and to the center. He lingered over Logan's Adam's apple before dropping to the hollow o his throat and licking slowly.
"You want me to stop everything? I can stop. I can go back to Frost," he offered, though it didn't seem like he was interested in stopping anytime soon.
"I love hearing you say that," he replied, draping himself over Logan to get to the other side of his neck. One hand crept up and he carded his fingers through the younger man's hair and tugged to tilt it enough to get better access.
"Tell me more. I love hearing all the things you think up while I'm away. You have such a vivid imagination."
Logan groaned deeply, gasping as Jack tugged his hair and started in on the other side of his neck.
"What do you want to know?" he asked, wetting his lips. "I think about a lot. Games we could play- things we could never do. Daydreams. Fantasies... You have to narrow it down for me."
"Whatcha reading?" he asked, settling his cold body next to the younger man's warm skin.
Reply
"One of your poetry books," he replied, shifting closer even though Jack was still cold. Handing the book over, he wormed his way under Jack's arm and held on as he tried to snare a little of his warmth.
Reply
"Do you like Robert Frost, or were you just that bored?"
Reply
Reply
"Devotion
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean--
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition."
Jack smiled and looked at Logan.
"I like Frost."
Reply
"I think I could listen to you read anything."
Reply
"Or...I could just read you more poetry...:
Reply
Reply
Reply
"Oh," he said quietly, his own voice barely more than a whisper as his fingers dragged over slowly warming skin and he tilted his head to give Jack room.
Reply
"Now...pay attention. Removing the particle centrifuge is never easy..."
Reply
He squirmed a little on the bed, his skin flushed and all thoughts of poetry forgotten.
Reply
"You want me to stop everything? I can stop. I can go back to Frost," he offered, though it didn't seem like he was interested in stopping anytime soon.
Reply
Reply
"Tell me more. I love hearing all the things you think up while I'm away. You have such a vivid imagination."
Reply
"What do you want to know?" he asked, wetting his lips. "I think about a lot. Games we could play- things we could never do. Daydreams. Fantasies... You have to narrow it down for me."
Reply
Leave a comment