(from hereThe first thought that crossed his mind was how fucking scary Jack was sometimes. His voice, his eyes, his insanely strong grip
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His grip only tightened as Logan struggled, holding him in place. When the other man went still, it didn't loosen at all.
"You're not going away for a couple days," he added to his previous order. "You're not running away. I can't help it that I'm good with people, but they get fake smiles and smooth lines. You get me...and it's way too late for you to change your mind about that." His voice was low and rough and he was so close that he could almost feel Logan's heartbeat against his own chest.
"Tell me you didn't want him," Jack insisted. "Alcuin. Tell me you didn't really want him."
Jack's grip hurt, and Logan let out a choked sound. Still, he didn't fight or ask Jack to let go. He didn't mention that he was in pain. ...Because for all it hurt, and for all there would be bruisis later, Jack's grip made him feel wanted. It made him feel like he was Jack's.
"I didn't. I don't," he insisted. "Not like that. It was just a dance. I just wanted him to- I wanted to be wanted. I wanted you to worry about people flirting with me- like how I worry about you."
"You know what it looked like from across the room?" Jack asked, the words coming like a threat. "It looked real. It looked like you wanted to get off the dance floor. Is that what I look like? When I dance with people, does it look like I'm just killing time before I can get them alone and naked? Because that's what I saw when I looked at the two of you. My loss, huh? Did you mean that? How far would you have gone with him if I hadn't walked over? What if it had been someone else? Or were you really just doing it to hurt me? Make me jealous? See if I noticed? Because I fucking noticed, Logan. I was watching you all night long."
"You're hurting me," Logan finally hissed, his stomach twisting as Jack spoke, and shame creeping over him as he looked away.
His eyes were damp, and though Jack's hold hurt, he made no move to get free still. In fact, he almost leaned into the grip, silently willing Jack to be rougher. To keep touching him. To never let go.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want him, I wouldn't have let it go too far, I just... I fucked up, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
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"You're not going away for a couple days," he added to his previous order. "You're not running away. I can't help it that I'm good with people, but they get fake smiles and smooth lines. You get me...and it's way too late for you to change your mind about that." His voice was low and rough and he was so close that he could almost feel Logan's heartbeat against his own chest.
"Tell me you didn't want him," Jack insisted. "Alcuin. Tell me you didn't really want him."
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"I didn't. I don't," he insisted. "Not like that. It was just a dance. I just wanted him to- I wanted to be wanted. I wanted you to worry about people flirting with me- like how I worry about you."
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His eyes were damp, and though Jack's hold hurt, he made no move to get free still. In fact, he almost leaned into the grip, silently willing Jack to be rougher. To keep touching him. To never let go.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want him, I wouldn't have let it go too far, I just... I fucked up, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
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