Jack came home from training, freshly showered and dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt. He laid his gear aside before he even looked around, but then he spotted Logan and he froze. There were times when Logan wore something different and it always struck him differently. Almost always it made him want to get Logan out of whatever he had put on.
Even now.
Even now, and he could feel his cheeks flush with heat.
"What's going on?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
The hint of colour that turned Jack's cheeks pink was enough to tell him he'd hit the mark, and Logan casually shrugged one shoulder as he got to his feet.
He was dressed in uniform, but he was very deliberately disheveled. His shirt not quite tucked in right, and his hair standing on end. Little details he was sure Jack would notice as he wandered closer.
"You told me I could wear anything a few days ago, don't you remember? I'm just trying this out. I can go change if you don't like it. I brought home a few things today- I just thought you might like this one, Captain."
When Logan was close enough to touch, Jack reached up to smooth his collar and straighten the jacket a little. His mouth was dry as he looked over the younger man, his throat tight and his gut twisting a little as he took in just how young Logan appeared. It was...wrong. Somehow it was wrong.
"You thought I'd like it," he repeated. "...You're wearing it wrong."
"Am I? I think it looks right - I mean, what fun would it be to put it on if you didn't have a reason to reprimand me? Unless you just want me to run drills, Sir."
The sir was deliberate, and the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips the second it slipped off his tongue made it obvious he was winding Jack up and slipping right into his role. As if baiting Jack into playing with him. Nipping at his heels like a pup looking for attention.
"You don't have to feel guilty about it," he said softly. "I know you like it. I know you like the idea of someone younger. The idea of training me. I'm not a kid, and you;ll never train me, but I can pretend. I can be this for you. Young, small, yours to mold and control... You do things like this for me all the time, let me do it for you. Let me be this. -I'll never tell anyone."
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Even now.
Even now, and he could feel his cheeks flush with heat.
"What's going on?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
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He was dressed in uniform, but he was very deliberately disheveled. His shirt not quite tucked in right, and his hair standing on end. Little details he was sure Jack would notice as he wandered closer.
"You told me I could wear anything a few days ago, don't you remember? I'm just trying this out. I can go change if you don't like it. I brought home a few things today- I just thought you might like this one, Captain."
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"You thought I'd like it," he repeated. "...You're wearing it wrong."
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The sir was deliberate, and the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips the second it slipped off his tongue made it obvious he was winding Jack up and slipping right into his role. As if baiting Jack into playing with him. Nipping at his heels like a pup looking for attention.
"You don't have to feel guilty about it," he said softly. "I know you like it. I know you like the idea of someone younger. The idea of training me. I'm not a kid, and you;ll never train me, but I can pretend. I can be this for you. Young, small, yours to mold and control... You do things like this for me all the time, let me do it for you. Let me be this. -I'll never tell anyone."
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