Logan

[im_torchwood]

"Ugh, I can't read Swedish," Jack grumbled, tossing the little hex wrench to the floor.

He'd had this great idea to build a shelf. Just a shelf. How hard could it be? He'd built lots of things.

Clearly he'd never built anything in Sweden.

Jack sighed and picked the tool back up from the carpet in their flat.

"Logan, do I need the locking bolt for this? Can you tell?" he asked, showing the paper to the younger man who, he was certain, was having a good laugh at his frustration.

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[im_torchwood]

Jack laughed softly and left the shelves so he could take hold of Logan to kiss him.

"I love your smart mouth," he said.

[logan_echolls]

Logan grinned into the kiss, then pulled away slightly.

"What's with all the nesting, man? You're all about settling in lately."

[im_torchwood]

"I don't know. It feels like home. I don't know how to describe it any better. Not just a place I stay for a while, you know? A home," he stumbled.

[logan_echolls]

"Look at you, getting all nest-y and sentimental. It's adorable. ...Weird, but adorable," Logan grinned.

[im_torchwood]

"Oh, shut up," Jack laughed. "If you don't knock it off I'm going to start bringing home paint chips."

[logan_echolls]

"As long as you don't expect dinner waiting in the oven, my dear, I couldn't give a damn," Logan grinned, stealing another quick kiss.

"Come on, let's do something fun. Let's go... I dunno, the bar? The club? Somewhere they don't serve meatballs."

[im_torchwood]

"I don't want to dance. Let's go to that one bar you liked," he replied.

[logan_echolls]

"Which bar? The one with all the drunken business men singing Spice Girls karaoke, or the one where the bar staff dress like pirate wenches?" Logan asked.

[im_torchwood]

"The wenches. Obviously," Jack said as he slipped his coat on, then pointed to his stripes. "I like how they call me captain."

[logan_echolls]

"You slut," Logan laughed, following him out the door and locking up behind them.

[im_torchwood]

"If you had a buxom wench calling you captain, you'd be a slut for it, too," he insisted.

[logan_echolls]

"Oh yeah? Let me wear the coat, let's find out," Logan grinned.

[im_torchwood]

"Let you wear the coat?" Jack scoffed. "I earned these stripes!"

[logan_echolls]

"Yeah, I bet you did," Logan snorted.

[im_torchwood]

"God, why do I put up with you? he asked, beeping the truck unlocked.

[logan_echolls]

"Because I'm hot and young, obviously," Logan grinned as he climbed in.

[im_torchwood]

"You actually have a valid point," he said, then pulled out to head for the bar.

[logan_echolls]

"Come on, let me wear the coat. I'd look great in the coat," Logan grinned.

[im_torchwood]

"You're not going to shut up about it until I give in, are you?" Jack asked.

[logan_echolls]

"Probably not," Logan agreed, still grinning. "Come on, it's romantic."

[im_torchwood]

For all that he enjoyed the banter, the truth was that Jack would give Logan literally anything he could. If he wanted to wear the coat, of course Jack would let him. He just liked poking at Logan.

""I'll do it. But only to get you to talk about something else. Anything else."

[logan_echolls]

Logan grinned. "Sure. Why don't I tell you all about my last fifty-seven COD matches?" he joked.

[im_torchwood]

"Oh god," he groaned, but he didn't say no.

[logan_echolls]

Logan was only teasing though, and he smiled as he leaned forward and clicked on the radio instead. Jack had it tuned to some oldies station, but he flicked it over to top forty and turned up the volume.

[im_torchwood]

Jack preferred the oldies, but he had nothing against pop and this one actually had a catchy beat.

"Did I tell you our section is getting audited by the home office?" he asked.