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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"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.

"God, your mouth is wicked," he moaned, a hand coming up to tangle his fingers in Logan's hair.

Logan only hummed, biting again as his fingertips wandered over smooth skin. He was too focused to banter right now. All he could think of was Jack.

"Oh, god," he moaned, then exhaled, gasped, and again- "Oh, god..."

He rutted up against Logan, hands skimming over his arms and his back without a thought. He needed to feel him. Needed him close. His mind turned to dark thoughts of abuse and death, of coming hard and Logan stabbed him in the heart, of keeping the boy in a box. The images should have been frightening but they only made Jack moan again.

"Mine," Logan growled softly- Though as sure as that word was, there was uncertainty in his tone. As though part of him feared he couldn't make that claim.

"Forever," Jack promised softly. "Forever and ever, across time and space. Forever, Logan," he swore.

"You're so good to me, Captain- But never promise forever. Forever is always bullshit in the end," Logan said, forcing a laugh.

"In our case I don't think it is," Jack said. I really don't. It's like time, space, dimensions...none of that matters to us. We're meant to be. Can't you feel it?" he asked.

"I don't know- It feels different now. I love you- But... One day we're not going to be like this. I'm going to get old, you're gonna move on," Logan said quietly.

"Never gonna happen," Jack assured him. "I'm in this for the long haul..."

"That's easy to say now- I'm still only... What? Eighteen?" Logan asked, pulling away slightly. "You going to feel the same when I'm fourty? How about seventy?"

Jack pushed up onto his elbow and reached for Logan's face. The set of his own jaw was solid.

"Until the end of time and then all over again. If I have you to ninety and you die and return from some other dimension at eighteen again then we'll do it all over again. I'm yours, Logan. I'm yours."

Pulling away again, Logan shook his head.

"That's not good enough for me. ...We need to find a way to make things the way they were."

"You mean make you immortal?" Jack asked. "Torchwood doesn't have Akami stones here and I don't know...it could take years to find a way."

"I don't care, I want to try," Logan replied, sounding firm. "I want things to be how they were. "We don't need Akami stones. We'll find another way if we have to."

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