im_torchwood

Logan

Jack slipped behind the wheel and headed for the Torchwood hangar on the outskirts of London. It wasn't marked and heavily gated and guarded but Jack's ID got them in without a problem. He and Logan walked in and then out the back where a ship was waiting to be 'inspected'. It was a beutiful piece of machinety, sleek and silver, untouched by time or travel. Jack touched the ship and the metal opened and morphed into stairs for them to enter.

Inside the light glowed softly from unseen sources. Jack went to the pilot's seat and looked at the controls. The Nandovarian tech was close enough to Chula systems that it took him no time to close the door and give Logan a look.

"Get buckled in, I'm not sure what sort of inertial dampeners this baby has."

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"I can't imagine anything making you humble," Logan laughed, turning in Jack's arms and slipping his arms around him in return.

Jack didn't answer, he only took the opportunity to kiss Logan. It was slow and deep, just hard enough to make it clear he didn't intend to stop.

Logan's fingers tangled in Jack's hair as he deepened the kiss, pressing closer and holding on tightly.

He moaned into the kiss, getting lost in the intimacy of it for a moment.

With Jupiter off their shoulder on the view screen, Jack gasped softly and completely ignored the giant. In the moment Logan was all he knew. He broke the kiss long enough to take another breath then launched back into it.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, and Logan was smiling when he finally pulled away.

"Sap," he teased.

"Me? You are," he replied, smiling smittenly at Logan. "Now that we're in orbit I think we'll have plenty of time to look at space...let's go back to that bed."

"Hey now, just because I love you doesn't mean you can just show me the stars and expect me to put out, Captain," Logan grinned. "You've got to woo me."

"You want to dance?" he purred. "Or would you prefer poetry?"

"A dance, I think- Don't you?" Logan smiled, tugging Jack towards the other room again.

"I don't know...I know some good poems. There once was a girl from Venus...who was hungry for a huge..."

But by then they were in the room and Jack was cutting off the dirty limerick with another kiss.

Logan laughed into the kiss, nipping at Jack's lips and then tugging him towards the bed.

"I'll take it," he replied. "That's all the romance I need."

"I've got dozens more. Five about Nantucket..." he offered, laughing softly as he began to pull Logan's shirt over his head.

"I'm stripping right now to make sure I don't hear any of them," Logan laughed, helping Jack remove his shirt as he spoke.

Jack grinned as Logan wriggled free and then he began to thumb open his own buttons with one hand while tugging the tail of his shirt free with the other.

"You know, I'm pretty sure Keats wrote dirty poems. I know Byron did," he laughed.

"You hoping I'll fall asleep on you?" Logan grinned playfully, stripping off the rest of his clothes and then flopping onto the mattress.

"I'm sure I can tire you out in better ways," he said as he stripped down too and climbed right on top of Logan. Over the younger man, Jack ducked down to kiss him slowly.

"Yeah?" Logan asked between kisses, pulling Jack down a bit more to kiss him that much harder.

"Prove it, Captain."

Jack began to rut against him, his cock thickening and growing hard against him. He kissed the man eagerly, hungry for he feel of his tongue and the taste of him.

"Love you," he murmured.

Logan hummed his agreement, nibbling at skin and arching against him.

He loved these moments of quiet intimacy- where it was just them, and nothing else.

It wasn't quiet ofr long. Jack grunted softly as he moved over Logan, moaned into his kisses. Hands roamed freely, petting and clutching and his breath came faster and faster.

"God, you taste good," he said quietly. "You taste perfect."

"Almost as good as you," Logan grinned, rolling them over so he could take control of the kiss for a while.

Jack's back hit the bed and he immediately found Logan's hips. He lifted his head to meet him, eager for every bit of friction and every slide of his tongue.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned.

You smell like ozone and fresh cut grass," Logan murmured, moving lower to kiss Jack's neck and jawline.

"Fifty-first century pheromones," he said as he tipped his chin up to give Logan better access.

"I love it- No one smells as good as you," Logan sighed, nibbling Jack's jaw- Then ducking his head and biting down hard on the other man's shoulder.

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