"At the same time?" he asked, grinning at the joke. Jack leaned in to kiss Logan slowly, his hands moving down to his fly so he could get rid of everything in between them so there would be nothing but skin against skin.
He did like the dance they did as they got out of their clothes. It was always different- sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes frantic and sometimes sensual. Jack loved watching Logan move as he peeled off his clothes. Jack loved watching Logan do everything.
Except just as Logan got the garment half off, his arms and head trapped, Jack took hold of his arms and folded them, holding him with his face half covered and his torso bare.
"Beautiful," Jack said, licking Logan's lips and then kissing him slowly. Only gradually did he let Logan's arms go so the younger man could finish taking his shirt off.
"Shut up," Logan murmured, squirming a bit until Jack finally let him go, and then lunging in for another kiss as he held on tightly and closed his eyes.
"I love you, Jack," he said, his voice firm and rough. "I love you. Sometimes I think you're the only thing keeping me here. Sometimes I think that without you I'd just vanish. Do you think that's crazy?" he asked.
Jack was quiet for a long moment, kissing Logan and feeling him close. Then he took a breath and pulled back slowly. Looking into Logan's eyes, he could think only one thing.
"No," he said softly. "No. It's not crazy. I don't know what I'd do without you. I really don't, Logan. I wouldn't be strong enough to stay here without you. Or...or maybe I'd be strong enough to do whatever it took to find you again. However you want to look at it."
Jack held him, pulled him closer, and kissed him hungrily and with an edge of desperation. There were times he felt as if he couldn't get as close as he needed to be. Holding him didn't do it, and sex came close but it wasn't enough, either. He needed...more. Something more he couldn't even name..
"I need you, too," he gasped, his body pressing hard against Logan's tightly.
Jack kissed him again, gasped softly, then kissed him once more.
"Bed," he agreed, then began to pull Logan that direction. There was barely a moment that he didn't want Logan. Even in his sleep his dreams were filled with his husband.
Jack let go of Logan long enough for them to shed the last of their clothes and then he was petting and holding the younger man. He kissed him again and his hand slid down so he could give Logan a swat on the ass.
Logan gasped, but he didn't draw away. He never minded Jack hurting him. Jack might have been the only person in the world he really let have the upper hand.
Jack was the only person who could treat him that way and make him feel loved.
Gasping, Logan closed his eyes and ducked his head, trying to catch Jack's lips with his own. His ass was warm from where Jack's palm had made contact, and he was hard as he rutted softly against the other man.
Jack savored the kiss for another long moment, then backed away, took hold of Logan, and shoved him hard down onto the bed. A moment later he was following him down.
Jack snarled softly as he scrambled to grab Logan and hold him down. He knew the younger man well, but he could never guess if he would struggle and fight or if he'd submit. He always got a thrill waiting to see which it would be.
"Yeah," Jack purred, trying to wrestle Logan into place. He used his whole body but where he used to be able to control the younger man, that wasn't so easy anymore. Logan had learned his tricks and fought back much better. Jack didn't have a clear advantage anymore.
It was a thrill.
Jack was hard, wanting, and yet he had enough patience in him to enjoy the wind up of the kissing and touching and fight that amounted to foreplay.
It didn't matter that he wanted it. That he wanted Jack to win. That he wanted the other man to hold him down and take him hard. He had to fight. He simply had to. It was in his blood. He needed to fight and struggle.
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Except just as Logan got the garment half off, his arms and head trapped, Jack took hold of his arms and folded them, holding him with his face half covered and his torso bare.
"Beautiful," Jack said, licking Logan's lips and then kissing him slowly. Only gradually did he let Logan's arms go so the younger man could finish taking his shirt off.
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"I love you, Jack," he said, his voice firm and rough. "I love you. Sometimes I think you're the only thing keeping me here. Sometimes I think that without you I'd just vanish. Do you think that's crazy?" he asked.
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"No," he said softly. "No. It's not crazy. I don't know what I'd do without you. I really don't, Logan. I wouldn't be strong enough to stay here without you. Or...or maybe I'd be strong enough to do whatever it took to find you again. However you want to look at it."
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"I need you," he murmured.
And it wasn't just sexual. Logan needed him. Not just in bed, not just that moment. Always.
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"I need you, too," he gasped, his body pressing hard against Logan's tightly.
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"Bed," he agreed, then began to pull Logan that direction. There was barely a moment that he didn't want Logan. Even in his sleep his dreams were filled with his husband.
Jack let go of Logan long enough for them to shed the last of their clothes and then he was petting and holding the younger man. He kissed him again and his hand slid down so he could give Logan a swat on the ass.
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Jack was the only person who could treat him that way and make him feel loved.
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"I love you," he whispered and then spanked him again.
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"I love you," he murmured in return.
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Jack snarled softly as he scrambled to grab Logan and hold him down. He knew the younger man well, but he could never guess if he would struggle and fight or if he'd submit. He always got a thrill waiting to see which it would be.
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As soon as Jack was on top of him, he started to struggle hard. He bucked and twisted, tired from running the dogs, but still ready to fight.
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It was a thrill.
Jack was hard, wanting, and yet he had enough patience in him to enjoy the wind up of the kissing and touching and fight that amounted to foreplay.
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It didn't matter that he wanted it. That he wanted Jack to win. That he wanted the other man to hold him down and take him hard. He had to fight. He simply had to. It was in his blood. He needed to fight and struggle.
He bucked up hard again and growled softly.
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