Logan

[im_torchwood]

It had been days and Jack had been keeping track of Logan. The young man had no money, no access to his accounts, no key card to the penthouse, no car, no resources, and he didn't even know how to use his phone. But Jack knew and while he gave Logan time he watched him on CCTV to make sure he was safe. Relatively.

But days had passed and he knew Logan had to be hungry, had to be exhausted trying to be homeless on the streets of London, and when he saw a dispatch for police to Logan's location Jack bolted to the SUV and he got there just as the police arrived.

"Torchwood," he said, flashing his ID. "I'll handle it."

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[logan_echolls]

"It's fine. It's- Whatever, you know? I'm amazingly used to shit not making any sense any more," he assured Jack, slumping lower in his seat and watching the other man.

"I guess I just- It's just strange that you know. I mean, we hated each other, and you- God, you wanted everyone on that island who wasn't me. And it wasn't just because I was young, I saw you flirt with people younger than me. ...And I'm not some seventeen year old any more anyway."

He trailed off, not sure why he even cared- He just new he did. He'd always been bothered by how easily Jack could blow him off.

"It's kind of hard to believe that one day you just woke up and decided I was worth your time or something."

[im_torchwood]

"Why is that so hard to believe?" he asked. "Because you think I can't love or because you don't think I could love you?"

[logan_echolls]

"Neither. I mean, whatever, I'm sure you've loved someone. You loved House, right? Or, I mean, you didn't, but the Jack I knew did. And No one could love me long term, my divorce is proof of that. ...I just mean- You always treated me like I was in your way, the rest of the island was your best friend or in your bed, but not me, right? Never me."

[im_torchwood]

"No. Not never. Somehow. Eventually," he replied, a hand sliding to cradle Logan's jaw.

There was something magnetic between them and even though he knew Logan could hurt him- would, eventually- he couldn't resist the pull. The young man who came for college, the young man before him, the husband in his memories, it didn't matter. Logan pulled him in and Jack closed the distance, lips ghosting against the young man's.

[logan_echolls]

Logan went still at first, then slowly relaxed into the kiss, returning it cautiously- As if he didn't trust Jack completely. Like it was a joke, or a strategic attack he needed to be ready to defend himself from.

[im_torchwood]

As Jack kissed him he fell. He fell for Logan and knew that no matter who he was or what he knew, when he was from or what dimension or time, he was destined to love him. It was surely a fixed point.

Heat rushed through him and he felt as if he could breathe for the first time since Logan had changed before his eyes. The passion rose in him, life itself swelling up, and his kiss grew warm. Electric.

[logan_echolls]

A little voice inside his head told him this was a bad idea. That Jack couldn't love him. No one loved him. ...But the kiss felt so right, and even though he was certain he couldn't be happy, that he couldn't be cared for- He wanted to be. He wanted this to be as real as it felt.

"God, I hate you," he said quietly, but the words sounded like lies.

Especially when Logan slipped his arms around Jack and kissed him harder.

[im_torchwood]

His other hand rose and pushed into Logan's unruly sun kissed hair. His tongue licked at the inside of Logan's mouth and he gasped between open lips.

"You...don't," he counted, the words mumbled into the young man's mouth so he could swallow the truth of them.

[logan_echolls]

"Shut up," Logan gasped between kisses. "Just- Just shut up, Jack."

He pushed the other man a little, but not hard enough to actually shove him away- Not enough to stop him from kissing him again.

[im_torchwood]

For a reason he couldn't understand, a reason not tied to any concrete memory, hearing Logan tell him to shut up shot straight to his cock. He tugged at Logan's hair to keep him close, then let go of his face so he could pull the hem of his shirt up to feel the warmth of his skin and the muscles toned and tanned from a life surfing.

[logan_echolls]

Logan pulled away though, not about to make out on the sofa like this was some sweet and innocent hook up.

Instead he got to his feet and peeled off his shirt, giving Jack a look that asked if he was coming, before turning away and slipping into the bedroom.

[im_torchwood]

Jack left his coat behind and followed a moment later, slipping his braces off his shoulders and undoing the top buttons of his shirt. His attraction to Logan was almost beyond reason.

"You're beautiful," he said, eyes raking over Logan's body.

[logan_echolls]

"Bullshit," Logan snorted, sitting down on the edge of the bed and clearly not sure what to do.

"Don't be nice, Harkness. I don't know what to do with nice."

[im_torchwood]

"What am I supposed to do? Slap you around?" Jack chuckled, peeling his own shirt away. He was flawless, not terribly toned but in fine shape. There were no scars, no wrinkles, no blemishes. Jack walked up to Logan and put a hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the bed.

"I don't want to be mean. There's too much cruelty in the world."

[logan_echolls]

Logan snorted a little, but didn't argue. Instead he fell back against the mattress and stretched out a little.

"I just don't know what to do with a nice version of you," Logan admitted. "It's weird."

And it felt dishonest. Like maybe he didn't deserve to be liked by this man.

[im_torchwood]

"You met me at a weird time in my life," Jack said. "I'd just died. The first time."

He bent over him and began to explore Logan's body, learning the shape of it with his lips. Teeth raked over skin and while he was caring he was hardly gentle.

[logan_echolls]

Logan was aroused and eager, but his guilt was heavy, and he pushed Jack back.

"And you met me when I was someone else completely," he replied. "You don't even know me. ...I don't know you. Not this version anyway."

[im_torchwood]

Jack had never forced himself on anyone and he wasn't about to start now. It was London...there were dozens of people he could pick up if he needed sex that bad. But he didn't just want sex. He wanted Logan.

And...Logan had a point.

"Maybe we should get to know each other first, then," he said, even as his rigid cock pressed into Logan's thigh.

[logan_echolls]

"Maybe," Logan replied, touching Jack's hip with curious fingers.

Honestly, he couldn't believe this hadn't devolved into a fist fight by now. It was surreal to just be talking to Jack while they were this close. This kind of proximity had never ended well for them in the past.

"How old are you? When I knew you, you were- I dunno, like thirties or something, I think. I don't think you ever gave me a straight answer."

[im_torchwood]

Jack moved off him then and settled in beside him on the bed. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

"About two thousand and seventy five, give or take," he replied.

[logan_echolls]

Logan was silent for a long moment, taking that in and trying to fully process just how big an age difference that was.

"So... You're not a dirty old man. You're, like, full on super perv, huh?" he said finally, trying to make light of it.

[im_torchwood]

"I guess so, yeah," he replied, realizing it was a lot to take in. He'd never even told Ianto how old he really was. Only Torchwood knew and he didn't even know if anyone looked at his file anymore.

"Too old?" he asked.

[logan_echolls]

"You don't look old. I mean- You don't look that old. I don't know. I mean, am I too young?" he asked. "I figure you get past a thousand and it doesn't matter anymore. That's not an age gap, that's something totally different. Not in, like, a bad way, just- Different."

[im_torchwood]

"You're not too young," Jack replied. He twisted to face Logan and touched him with a slow hand.

"For the record, for nineteen hundred of those years I was buried alive so it's not like..." he said, but cut himself off, realizing there was no real justification in the morbid confession.

[logan_echolls]

"Jesus," Logan said, pulling away slightly. "So it's not like what? You lived? I don't think that's better Jack."

That kind of thing... It had to make a person just a little out of touch. A bit mad.

Eventually he relaxed again, looking a bit unsure of himself as his finger's brushed against Jack's.