He'd started sleeping in the nude again. He'd missed the way it felt to feel Jack's skin against his own, and he'd slowly made the transition to sleeping naked every night once again
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Jack woke slowly, his body moving against Logan's before he was awake enough to control it. Once he'd opened his eyes, though, Jack gasped and drew away. He was doing so well, giving Logan time and keeping his needs to himself (there was nothing wrong with jerking off...a lot). But to wake up against bare skin with the feeling of Logan hard against him and his own cock throbbing with need- he had to physically pull himself away. He knew Logan wasn't ready and he was doing everything he could not to press for more than the younger man could handle.
"Sorry," he mumbled, twisting away a little. "It'll go away. Sorry."
Logan shook his head, silent as he held Jack's shoulder and pushed him back down. Nervously, he rutted against the other man's hip again, letting himself enjoy the friction with a quiet gasp.
He could see Jack was hard too, and he settled in as he reached out to touch him, his fingers dancing up the underside of the other man's cock. Soft touches. Nothing too sexual.
"I dream about you still," he confessed quietly. "About your hands. Your lips. I dream, and I remember how we were... I remember the way it felt to be bent over your lap, or to be held close- And it makes me... It makes me hard. It makes me... want things."
"Jesus, Logan," Jack gasped, practically shaking as he tried to keep from throwing the other man down and devouring him with lips and hands. "I...God, I want you all the time. I'm trying to be...to keep my hands off...oh, fuck..."
He chanced holding Logan's waist with one hand, the other reaching for the sheet and grasping it like a life line. He'd been aching for attention and now that he had it, he almost didn't know what to do with it. Yeah, he could have run off to Helen or Maureen, or Bagoas or Alcuin. But he hadn't wanted them. He wanted Logan. He wanted Logan to be okay.
"Can we just- play. just like we used to? I dunno if I can- I mean, I'm not sure I'm ready to go all the way or whatever, but I could use my hands. I could still get you off when we're done messing around."
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"Sorry," he mumbled, twisting away a little. "It'll go away. Sorry."
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He could see Jack was hard too, and he settled in as he reached out to touch him, his fingers dancing up the underside of the other man's cock. Soft touches. Nothing too sexual.
"I dream about you still," he confessed quietly. "About your hands. Your lips. I dream, and I remember how we were... I remember the way it felt to be bent over your lap, or to be held close- And it makes me... It makes me hard. It makes me... want things."
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He chanced holding Logan's waist with one hand, the other reaching for the sheet and grasping it like a life line. He'd been aching for attention and now that he had it, he almost didn't know what to do with it. Yeah, he could have run off to Helen or Maureen, or Bagoas or Alcuin. But he hadn't wanted them. He wanted Logan. He wanted Logan to be okay.
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"Can we just- play. just like we used to? I dunno if I can- I mean, I'm not sure I'm ready to go all the way or whatever, but I could use my hands. I could still get you off when we're done messing around."
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