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Part 29
Making sure it was a quick shower Remy was out drying himself off in five minutes. Logan was in a pair of jeans, on the sofa and reading the newspaper, tapping his feet together. Remy stepped up behind him and leaned over to place a kiss on his ear and lick it before leaning back up. "I'm gon' look up a sushi place an' see what we can' get delivered later."
Reaching up to paw at Remy before he could escape, but being admittedly lazy about it, Logan asked, “What time izzit?”
"Oh, it's still early. 'S like... one 'er somethin'," Remy mumbled as he ambled over to the phone and looked at the clock on the wall. "One thirty-six," Remy said to Logan over his shoulder.
“So, whaddya wanna do before dinner?”
"Hmm.... 'Member dat bike y' wanned t' build?" Remy asked.
Grinning a little, Logan said, “Yeah. Why? You got the parts?”
"Well... not yet," Remy smirked.
“Y' wanna go get ‘em?”
"C...can we leave him alone here...?" Remy asked. "Well, an' not get in trouble?"
“Creed?” he asked, looking out the window as if he could see him. “Yeah, he'll be fine. Why, ya don't wanna take him with us, do you?”
"Non, I don' wanna, but I don' want Scott jumpin' down y' troat neider... dat's f' me," he winked.
Chortling a little at that, Logan could get shy sometimes. “Well... Yeah, okay...” He shuffled his feet. “He'll be fine out there, just lemme... Lemme get my shirt on...”
"Oh," Remy said as if Logan just reminded him there was something he needed to do. He went into the bedroom to grab all of his clothing so he could be decent when they left. He wouldn't want to embarrass anyone, and he smirked secretively at the thought.
Thinking he should probably give Creed a heads-up, though, so he could be on his best behavior, Logan called out, “Hey, Rem! I'll be right back!” and he launched out of the house, nose in the air for Creed.
Remy let Logan go and waited for him in front of the house after he was dressed.
Wandering around, Theron was learning the place. He staked out a nice spot near a stream that he was probably going to set up camp in and see if he could build a shelter. There wasn't much in the way of timber lying around, so he was pretty sure he would have to make something suitable from a couple of the trees. Theron sniffed at the air and... he could swear he smelled Logan. Oh, and sex. Yeah. Logan was coming to find him. Why, he had no idea, but he went toward the scent.
Hearing Creed coming, like a wild bull in the underbrush when he wasn’t being careful, Logan said, “Hey...” when he got within range. He could smell him strong and clear before seeing him. “Settin' up camp?”
"Yeah," he said casually. "It's gettin' warmer so it should be just like old times," he said smiling at Logan.
Smiling back, Logan approached him a little. “Ahh... Remy an' me were gonna go out an' pick up a few things, so... You gonna be all right here on yer own?”
"'Course I will—" then it dawned on him why he was asking. Logan knew he wasn't helpless.
"I ain' gonna—" he didn't want to have to say the words.
“Yeah....” Logan said, licking his teeth a little. “Just... be sure ta not tear down any a’ the trees... 'Ro would prob'ly tear yer head off...” Standing there a little while, awkward, Logan searched for something else to say.
Frowning, he wanted to brush Logan off... but Remy wasn't there... and.... Theron stepped over to Logan and leaned in to kiss him deeply. Gods, he could taste Remy on him! His heart sped up at that and he broke away from Logan and looked at him a little apologetically before stepping back. "See you guys around seven still?" he asked.
Logan would really kill to know what Creed was thinking when he did things like that, but just nodded at him a little. “Yeah... An'... We're tryin' somethin' new t'night... It'll be a surprise...”
"Uh-oh. I bet ya don't remember that I don't like surprises," Theron growled to Logan.
Grinning, Logan said, “If I tell ya, will ya promise to act surprised?”
Theron laughed. Boy, he could have Logan wrapped around his little finger in a heartbeat. He nodded to Logan and leaned in conspiratorially.
Licking his ear, Logan whispered, “Raw fish.”
"Gehk! What? Why??" Theron jumped back at that surprised and grateful that he was surprised now and not in front of Remy.
Laughing, Logan said, “C'mon! It's healthy for ya! An' don't tell me I never dragged ya to Japan and made ya eat it before!”
"Yeah, ya did, an' I got sick ta my stomach as I recall." He had hated the smell of the fish as they rotted in Japan's summer sun. It had been horrible. And Logan had called it a delicacy. Theron snorted at the memory.
Raising an eyebrow, Logan recalled he could eat raw fish from rivers for days. “Y' serious? Did I take ya someplace bad?”
"In Japan ya did," he grumbled. He really didn't want to eat tonight. "Maybe ya can just tell Gumbo I'll pass fer tonight. See if there's anythin' palatable in the mornin'."
Grabbing Theron’s wrist, Logan said, “Look, we'll pick up somethin' else fer t'night, all right?” He grinned. “We'll buy a rabbit an' let ya hunt it and kill it in the wild, ya boneheaded heathen,” he said just being playful with him. He offended sushi! How dare he!?
Laughing outright, Theron hugged Logan. "Ya don't gotta do that. I smelled some around here, I'd rather hunt fresh than somethin' store bought anyway." Pecking Logan on the cheek, he went back to his gleaning materials from the forest to build with. "Have fun," he smiled.
“Yeah... You too....” He watched him for a moment before retreating back to the house. Remy was waiting at the front door, reclining on his elbows on the porch steps. Jogging up to him, Logan asked, “Ready?”
Getting up, Remy walked over toward the mansion to the garage. "Oui."
Trotting up beside him, Logan said, “Hey... Whaddya think a doin' sushi some night when it's just you an' me?” He always thought of sushi as pretty sexy, intimate dining.
"Uh... sure...." Remy said and wondered why Logan had changed his mind. He ignored it, reminding himself about Emma's lectures. Privacy—privacy!
Wrapping a hand around Remy’s waist until they got to the garage, Logan opened the door for Remy. Stopping, Remy glared at Logan. Grinding his teeth, he marched over to the jeep and pulled open the driver's side door for Logan and stood next to it.
Huffing, a little moody now, too, because he just forgot, it was just his nature, Logan was grinding his teeth a little, too. Getting in, he slammed his door shut.
"An' how d' you like it?" Remy asked sweetly over the window at Logan. He was smiling at him, seeing how he was going to react to a taste of his own medicine.
“Don't start in on me, Cajun, just get in if yer comin'.” Logan felt like he got criticized for everything he did. Rounding to the other side, Remy hopped in without using the door and buckled in without being asked. He didn't want to upset Logan further.
Keeping his jaw clenched as he backed out and started down the road, Logan’s eyes looked straight ahead. Trying to relax with Logan tense beside him, Remy tried to clamp down on that blasted link, but eventually it started giving him a headache. With a sound like he had been holding his breath for minutes, Remy let out a breath and let the clamp over the link go and Logan’s feelings rushed into him and his own rushed out to meet Logan. Remy got from Logan a tension and indignation... which he was surprised he recognized. To Logan, he was sure he was sending his light mood from just getting to be with Logan. He had been joking with him about the door.... he thought with a puzzled and slightly worried look.
Shifting a little, Logan could tell Remy was open, and he cleared his throat. “So, tell me about Antarctica.” He was being a sneaky shit... Logan knew that with him as open as he was, if he had any feelings that indicated he slept with Sinister again, he would feel them.
A pang ran through Remy when Logan said that. He was thinking about the time the X-Men left him and was wondering why the hell Logan would want him to talk about that white, blisteringly cold, hellish wasteland. "It... it was cold...." he started out. He had almost been blinded by the snow, but he had managed to keep his eyes closed for a lot of it. After all, once he picked a direction, there wasn't really anything he could stumble over. "I.... I thought about all of y' alot.... just driftin' around.... why—?" he was going to ask Logan why he wanted to know that.
Looking over at Remy, a little startled, Logan said, “I mean... I meant this past week....” Lord, he hadn’t intended to bring that up for him again, and he reached over and grabbed Remy’s hand.
"Oh!" Remy let out a relieved laugh. "I'm sorry, cher. Uh... Wid Nathaniel. Right. I was teachin' Mark how t' cook. He got de basics down now," he smiled. Mark was far from chef quality though.
“So you think Sinister's really changed, then?”
"I... I can feel it, Logan," he said kind of sadly. He didn't like remembering Logan's reaction to finding out what happened between he and Sinister before Remy had met Mark. He didn't mean to bring it up, but... that was certainly his evidence that Nathaniel had changed completely. He hadn't taken a look in his labs, but he was certain that he had emotions... and a conscience.
“You can feel it? With yer empathy?” Still having his hand around Remy’s, Logan only used it to shift gears.
"Oui," Remy nodded. "He knows about de tings he done.... I even felt regret in him." In amounts that were comparable to the grief that Remy felt for his sins.
“Regret??” He thought that was difficult to believe. “What happened to change him?”
"He found a letter from his wife," Remy explained.
“And that... was all it took?”
"I dunno. Dere might've been oder factors. He didn' tell me if dere were."
“...... Huh...” He stroked his thumb over Remy’s hand. “So you really trust him.” Well, obviously if he stayed at his house for a week and shared his body with him.... Logan cringed at that thought. Feeling the cringe Remy squeezed Logan's hand, but stayed quiet otherwise.
Licking his teeth a little, Logan asked, “Ya don't love ‘im, do ya?”
"What? No!" Remy shouted emphatically. Hurt ran through Remy and across the little elastic link.
Wincing from that hurt feeling, Logan sent back one of his own. “Well, you did let him fuck you; it's not an unreasonable question.”
Remy looked out the passenger window and frowned, clamping down on the circulation of emotions that was running back and forth. It allowed him some privacy to feel his shame, though he thought a little probably got through to Logan before he shut it, and it also allowed the hurt to clear from his mind after a few minutes. It would bounce around and be absorbed by the shields, then the shields would heal. He tracked the process and thought it interesting in and of itself, then tried to concentrate on Logan. "I'm sorry." And he was. He had reasoned that he was helping the man... and that Logan wouldn't even ask about it... but he had. Then again, Remy had known that Logan and Theron were making love... but Logan actually loved Theron. His heart contracted a little and Remy tried to ignore the feeling.
Realizing that he just put his foot in it, Logan pulled over to the side of the road, into a little cove. “Darlin’....” He didn’t know what to say. He was not very good with words and just unbuckled Remy’s seatbelt and pulled him into his lap.
Curling up into Logan's lap and nuzzling his chest, Remy wanted to let the clamp up... but he didn't want to burden Logan. That was the thing about the link—there was no way it could be just monodirectional. Trying to control his feelings, he slowly let open the link and poured his love through... although it was tinged with pain.
Pressing his face in Remy’s neck, Logan knew Remy felt that way even before he opened up and he squeezed him tighter. “I'm sorry this is so hard...” As for Logan, he loved Remy so much, but the guilt had settled in him like a burning ember. Instinctually, Remy wanted to say that it wasn't Logan's fault... but it was the fault of both of them. Remy thought it was more his fault than Logan's. He had been the one to push and push and push for this relationship... and he had gotten it... just in time for it to be shredded before his eyes. He knew he was in deep shit now because even if he wanted to, he couldn't break the link without killing himself.... Unless he made himself hate Logan.... but would that work?
A chill ran through Remy at the thought.
Feeling that chill like a knife through his throat, Logan asked uneasily, “Remy? What's wrong, darlin’?”
Remy shook his head. He didn't want to hate Logan. He would much rather be with him than without him, even if he did have to share. He knew though that he would be wanting company of some physical sort during the weeks that Logan was with Creed. He had been thinking about Logan all that week... but what would happen when Logan was next door and he still wasn't able to go and see him? He didn't think he had that much self control. "'S nothin', cher," Remy dismissed, but the uneasy feeling still wouldn’t go away.
“That wasn't nothin, darlin’...” Logan observed stroking Remy’s cheek. “Talk to me...” He was so afraid of something going wrong because he didn’t understand him.
"Logan... I...." Remy couldn't possibly tell him what he had been thinking, even though he had felt the emotional ramifications already. How was he going to dodge this? "I jus’... still feel really guilty... 'bout what happened wid Nathaniel...." The guilt did pour through him again when Remy brought it up, but the emotion wasn't quite the same as that stabbing chill when Remy had thought about making himself hate Logan.
“Okay...” he said petting him, curling him into Logan’s chest, his fear building off of Remy’s. “But whatt're you afraid of?”
"What am I ever afraid of, Logan?" What's de only ting I ever been dis afraid of in de past month? Loosin' you.
Nuzzling him gently, Logan stroked his hair. “The only way I'm lettin' ya go is if you ask me to... an’... even then, I'll put up a fight.”
"Thanks, Logan," Remy said and snuggled into his chest further, hugging him. He almost started to feel like he desperately needed something that would endear him to Logan beyond Creed... but that was a really selfish thought.
Kissing his cheek, Logan said, “I love you, darlin’....” He really did, and was pretty sure Remy could feel it over the bond. Rocking him a little bit, Logan could feel his desperation.
"Je t'aime, Logan." Leaning away, Remy kissed him and then looked at his eyes, searching for... for what, Le Beau? Y' already know de man loves y'. He couldn't tell what he was searching for.
Smiling a little, Logan could see him there gaping like a fish and he stroked his thumb over Remy’s lip. “Ya look like a guppy when ya do that.”
Remy's face showed the startled offense and his mind shook with humor. "A guppy?"
Grinning, Logan pulled Remy to him and kissed him passionately, because he really looked like he needed it, stroking his throat. Holding him as if he might disappear, Remy's mouth was firmly attached to Logan's. His lips and tongue played a little bit, but he wouldn't stray from the contact. Letting his hand slide down Remy’s chest, Logan stroked his stomach in a calming gesture, letting Remy kiss him for as long as he felt the need... Logan was certainly not complaining.
Remy didn't notice the passage of time so much as the lips shifting every now and again under his own. He felt the affection buzzing in Logan's mind and felt like he wanted to absorb all of it and constantly keep it with him. Eventually, he backed off and smiled at Logan a little shyly.
Breathing a little heavier, Logan said, “Yer sexy shit, y'know that?” Nuzzling him a little, Logan cradled him. Smiling brightly at Logan, Remy nudged his chest with his nose. The lust that was running through Logan felt like a little humm and Remy wallowed in it, but kept it at that level. They were after all in the middle of something... assuming they wanted to still go out.
Smiling, Logan could stay there and fondle Remy all day, but... weren't they doing something? Looking up and out the windows, Logan asked, “What were we doin'?”
Noticing that Logan remembered too, Remy smiled. "We were gon' go get parts f' dat bike y' wanned t' build from scratch. I jus'... just wanned t' be out wid you... alone, y'know?" he asked a little self consciously. He hadn't even really thought it through, he just didn’t' want Creed around... but even when he wasn't around, wasn't he still interfering in their relationship? Didn't it make it harder to be open about this connection they had? Remy wondered if this was the way he expressed his jealousy.
“Yeah... Don't blame ya...” He had wanted to be alone with Remy, too, even if it was all smooshed up in a cramped car. “Y'know... Ya didn't have ta invite Creed ta dinner if you didn't want ‘im there.”
Remy's lips pursed as he stared off into space thinking. "But he needed t' be able t' get food, an' dey wouldn' let 'im int' de mansion.... He... I get de feelin' he needs you, Logan.... More dan I do."
Scowling at that, Logan said, “That's not the type a thing ya should be judgin’, Remy. Creed c'n survive on his own, he's been doin’ it fer centuries.”
"He hasn' been widout you f' centuries," he countered.
Sighing, Logan moaned, “Remy...” you can be so goddamn stubborn sometimes. “Remy, sufferin’ ain't relative.”
"No, but need is. I mean, we're still gaugin' how much he needs t' be wid you, right?" What amount of you will keep him sane... and den what's de plan? Give him de minimum 'mount o' contact he need?
“No, it isn't, Remy.” Clenching his teeth a little, too, Logan went on, “This isn't about who needs me more, I'm a part a this, too!”
Looking away from Logan, Remy grumbled, "Y' sure are a pacifist 'bout it."
“An' yer hyper combative.” Swallowing, Logan bowed his head a little, quite certain that he’d be a murdering lunatic if he was in Remy’s position. “I'm just sayin'... It's okay ta think about yer own needs, Remy. It's okay ta be selfish once in a while.”
Clinging to that phrase like he clung to Logan especially hard, Remy was pleased to hear that. Relaxing in his arms after a moment, his death grip on Logan’s shirt eased and he breathed in Logan's scent. Nodding, he said quietly, "Den... can we jus' stay here f' a bit... an' maybe go out an' grab dinner afterward?"
“Here? In the car?” he grinned a little.
"W'.... if y' don' mind...?" he asked. He just wanted to be with Logan away from Theron.
Grinning, Logan said, “Y'know, there's a nice glade over there we can sit in if ya wanna. But if yer attached t' the car, I got no problem.”
"I don’ wanna move," he said poutily and tickled his nose along Logan's neck.
Chuckling, Logan said, “Okay, darlin’...” and stroked Remy’s long, soft hair, nuzzling him back a little and brushing his cheek.
Remy felt like he could just fall asleep in Logan's arms. He hadn't gotten good sleep over the past week and he had burned a lot of energy and adrenaline when he got back. Snuggling a little more, Remy adjusted his position in the car slightly and rested his head back down on Logan's shoulder, hoping he could drift off in those strong, warm arms.
Seeing where Remy was headed, Logan got comfortable, too, holding Remy close and secure, burrowing into his hair. Remy sighed happily and sleep tugged at his consciousness.
Remy opened the door to the boathouse and stepped in, setting the food in carry-out containers on the counter. He didn't know if Theron was going to like any of this, but they had gotten what they both felt like eating at the restaurant and Logan had chosen what to bring home for Creed.
Coming up behind Remy Logan slyly passed his hand over Remy’s butt. “What time is it?”
"Mmm... uh... C'est... six heur et demi...." he moaned sticking his ass into Logan's grasp. [It’s… six thirty]
Grunting, Logan noted that meant Creed would be there in a half hour. “Hmmm... You got any room left for dessert?”
"Mais oui," [but of course] he purred and turned around to kiss Logan sensually.
With a grin, Logan was actually talking about dessert so they wouldn't just be watching Creed eat, and he kissed Remy back, squeezing his butt. "Mmm?" he asked at the amusement running through Logan. He let up and looked at Logan.
Smiling, Logan reminded Remy, “Creed'll be here in a half hour... Don't even think you're that fast, darlin’...”
Raising his eyebrows, Remy objected, "Oh non?? Why don' we test an' see how fast I am den?" With a wicked grin on his face, Remy sank to his knees in front of Logan and started unbuckling his belt.
Barking, out, “That's cheating!” Logan hoisted Remy up, chuckling again. “C'mon, we don't wanna get caught...” Logan was afraid of what Creed might do: rip Remy to shreds or try to join in.
We, meanin' you, I take it, Remy sighed to himself and licked Logan's neck before acquiescing. Really—they could have gone into the bedroom, or something so it wouldn't be so in his face....
“Sorry, darlin’...” Logan wrapped his arms around Remy, feeling bad about that. “But after he leaves, we have all night...” he stroked Remy’s stomach.
Remy was reassured by that and kissed Logan before going to the freezer. "Did I ever stock dis place wit' anythin' dat could be considered desert?" He certainly hadn't been one for ice cream back then!
“You tellin’ me you don't have chocolate stashes all over this joint?” He was surprised at him!
"Chocolate?" Remy asked perplexed. "I ain' a woman!" Remy protested.
“You tryin' ta tell me you don't scarf chocolate, Cajun?”
"Not... no..." he growled shyly. "I don'." Not regularly, anyway.
Grinning, Logan asked, “So, what's yer weakness? Strawberries?” Dammit, now Logan was getting turned on again.
"Uh... I don' tink y' wanna get int' dis right now, Logan," he said looking at him coyly.
Chuckling a little, Logan said, “Maybe you're right. But ya gotta tell me one a’ these days.”
"I like bot' strawberries an' chocolate, Logan...." he purred and approached Logan to kiss him deeply, his tongue exploring Logan’s depths. This was after all the only way he could get inside him and that thought was actually really appealing at that moment and sent shivers of heat through his body.
Growling at him, because he was so sexy and he tasted so good... Logan stroked his hands down Remy’s back and imagined him eating a strawberry which was enough to make him press against Remy hard.
Answering his growl, Remy asked after he removed his tongue far enough that he would be able to speak against Logan's lips, "Sure y' don' wanna go int' de bedroom f' a bit? Creed can help 'imself t' food...." He licked Logan's lips enticing him to come with Remy.
Oh, god, Logan wanted to go with him more than anything, but leaving Creed out there alone was so fucking mean. “It's… Ahh...” Oh, who am I trying to kid? Logan asked and hoisted Remy up so his legs were around his waist and carried him to the bedroom.
Remy was absolutely purring in triumph and he didn't stop kissing Logan even as he was carried to their room. He was tearing at Logan's clothing the moment the door was closed. Biting and nipping at him, Logan pressed Remy down into the bed, trying to get his clothes off quickly, too, hungry for him.
Trying to help them both out of their clothes at the same time wasn't working, so Remy decided to help Logan with his own first then help Logan with his, that way they would actually get somewhere. It was hard to stop kissing Logan, but he was back to it the moment their clothing wasn't obstructing him.
Pouncing on Remy once they were naked, Logan just rubbed up all over him so he smelled like Logan. Growling and nipping at Remy’s lips, Logan devoured his mouth, hands stroking him everywhere.
"Awe, Logan," Remy moaned and grabbed at his ass, holding it as he ground his hips into Logan's. He could feel their cocks trapped next to each other as he ground and he loved the feeling.
Loving it, too, Logan stayed atop him and rut against him like a dog, too stupid with pleasure to remember that it could be even better. Remy didn't let go of Logan's lips easily once he latched onto them, and his tongue brushed over his sharp teeth, and twisted with Logan's. Blindly reaching for the night stand, Remy managed to find by touch what he was looking for. Reaching in between them, Remy made both their cocks slick with lube so they were sliding against smooth skin. Damn, that felt good!
Making an almost pained sound, Logan was so overwhelmed with the pleasure, he kissed and marked Remy all over. He could probably come just from this, but he started grabbing at Remy’s soft butt, mewling with want. Remy had to lean up a little bit and sneak his hand around Logan's ass to get to his own to coat it. His reach was enough to get him there. Fingering himself, Remy kissed harder at Logan's mouth, then eased up as he withdrew and on his way back up, his hand brushed through Logan's cheeks and across his hole. Remy didn't know what that would do, but he knew that Logan didn't like it when Remy was inside him... and he would respect that boundary. It didn't keep him from going right up to the wall though.
Jerking a little at that, Logan was knocked out of his lust haze just enough to get it under control and push two fingers in Remy. “How y' doin' darlin’?”
"Ooh... all ready an' waitin' f' you, cher," Remy purred, spreading his legs invitingly.
Unable to help it, Logan thought Remy’s dirty talk was thrilling and he pulled his fingers out and immediately pressed into him hard, nearly bending him in half.
"Yeah, cher... Logan...." The excitement bubbled up in Remy as Logan slid inside him and Remy thrashed underneath him. "Dieu... Logan, please, fuck me hard," he plead. Nodding, Logan would do anything for him and started thrusting hard and deep into his passage, sweating and panting. "Oui....." he breathed and his hands went to Logan's butt, holding him, caressing down his sides, then back up to his shoulders. He felt so wonderful moving over him, moving in him.
The pounding that Remy's ass was taking was transmitted throughout his body and he bucked in time with Logan. "Y' got such a nice cock, cher... feel y' inside me, lovin' me, brushin' against—dieu!" he shouted as Logan brushed over the very spot he was about to describe.
Grinning, Logan nibbled on Remy’s ear and started to drive for it, wanting Remy to scream again and again until he was hoarse. Growling in his ear, that was as close to sex talk as Logan could get right about then. "Ah! Logan!! Please!!" Don' stop! Whatev' y' do, don' stop!” Logan's continual mashing of his prostate was just driving Remy insane and he needed pop violently.
Thrashing, Remy bit Logan's neck to muffle a particularly loud scream and didn't know if he broke the skin or not. The taste of his sweat was going to drive Remy over the edge and his hand grabbed at his cock to pull at its slickness. Remy was adding the slickness of his seed to his stroking as he orgasmed and didn't want to stop orgasming for hours, but it probably only lasted for a number of seconds.
Not muffling his scream at all, Logan just roared hard and came into Remy’s butt, gripping his hips and pounding inside him, huffing and thrashing.
"Mmm...." Remy smiled at Logan. "Y'... y' okay?" he asked, hoping he hadn't hurt him by biting him. There wasn't any mark, but that didn't mean he hadn't broken the skin. He panted at Logan and smiled at the look of pleasure that was plastered onto his face.
One happy, happy puppy, Logan grinned at Remy like a little kid. “Yeah...” He didn't even notice his shoulder was bleeding, and it was all healed now. “You?”
"Oh yeah," he said with a huge grin. He was actually really happy that he had convinced Logan to come with him for a last minute quickie, which it turned out to be. He let out a contented breath.
Grinning, Logan nuzzled Remy all over, loving the smell of him and Logan and sex. Gently pulling out of him Logan flopped to the side. Curling up under his arm, Remy rested his head on Logan's chest. He didn't feel tired, thanks to their earlier nap and a bunch of food that his body was processing in a snap, but he did feel very relaxed and sated. Remy figured that Logan would want to take a shower before heading out into the living room to greet Creed.
Lifting his head a little bit, Logan tried to see if he could smell Creed or hear him near the house or inside it. Huffing a little, Logan said, “I'm... Y' wanna go take a shower, hon?”
Remy raised an eyebrow at him. "You plan on givin' me an encore?" he asked smirking.
Grinning, he said, “Nah.... Just cleanin' you up.”
"You go 'head," Remy said. "I'm gon' sit here an'... relax." And relish the smell of Logan's pillow. He snuggled into the covers and closed his eyes. Not knowing how to ask Remy to take a shower before he came out, Logan just leaned over and kissed him and went into the bathroom to shower quickly. Remy purred, comfortable in the covers.
Theron heard the shower running and went toward the room. "Logan?" he called. He stepped forward and got a huge whiff of the sex and Remy beyond. The scent turned him on and he snuck a peek into the room, seeing Remy nested in the covers. He looked freshly fucked, he commented to himself watched the man as he lay there.
Trying to be quick, Logan scrubbed hard, attempting to be efficient. Remy moaned from the bed and tossed a little, changing positions and Theron’s attention was caught. Remy opened his eyes and looked at Theron. He tried not to feel anything when Theron was looking at Remy like he was dinner. "Y' food's in de kitchen, 'Theron,'" Remy growled at him.
Startled, Theron ducked back from the door and went into the kitchen. Hearing voices, Logan turned off the shower quickly, and dried a little, then got dressed. Remy was facing away from the open bedroom door when Logan came out.
“Everythin' okay?” he asked, trying to sniff Remy for any fear scent, but he was just seeped in sex.
"Oui." Remy didn't know how to feel about Theron. If he wasn't allowed to start any sort of friendship with him, then what was he supposed to do? His only alternative felt like hate.... He sighed relaxing farther into the covers. He felt kind of hopeless, really.
Swallowing, Logan bowed his head a little, suspecting Remy was attracted to Theron. “Look... I'm, a.... I'm gonna go out... You gonna... stay here?”
"Yup." 'Cause dat's where I belong. Out of sight of Theron. Remy couldn’t help but feel more like a mistress than a lover of Logan’s. Theron after all was more like Logan’s husband than Remy ever would be.
Reaching over, Logan stroked his hair a little. “Remy... You attracted ta Creed?”
"Non," he bit out. Not now anyway. He had forgiven him for what he had done so many years ago... tried to give him a new start... but... he wasn't an unattractive man. You like 'im, Logan, so what de hell am I' supposed ta do, hunh? He really did feel like his only option was to hate the man because if he didn't, he knew he could allow himself to become attracted to him, to see the things in him that were worth while.
Reading that one as a big fat 'yes', Logan swallowed and leaned in to kiss Remy’s forehead. “If you want to... come out and visit.”
"Non," Remy cringed at the wrenching of his gut that Logan was bound to have felt.
Ouch. That was a sucker punch. “Remy....” Logan protested, looking at him in that 'fess up' way.
"What?" he asked turning over to face Logan.
Wincing, Logan asked, “Will ya at least talk ta me when something like that happens? C'mon, Remy, don't leave me in the dark over here!”
"But... you don' wana hear it...." Remy mumbled unsure of what to do.
Closing his eyes, Logan nodded... he was right... he didn’t want to hear it at all. “All right,” he said kissing Remy’s shoulder. “Gimme 15.” Slowly he got up to go see Creed, looking his age for once.
Theron looked at Logan and grimaced. "Kid a handful tonight?" he asked at Logan's dragging posture. Looking up, Logan growled at him warningly, but just sat across from him.
Okay, no bringing up the kid. Great. We're just supposed to act like the other doesn't exist. "This is good stuff," Theron said indicating the take out in the doggy-bag.
Swallowing, Logan watched Theron and whispered, “He's attracted ta you.”
"What? No he ain't," Theron countered. There was no way with that growl Remy gave him just now.
Baring his teeth at him a little, Logan snarled, “Just wanted ta say if you hurt 'im, I'll never forgive ya, and you better not do anythin' in fronta me.” Logan crossed his arms. That's all he wanted to say.
What the fuck?? That almost sounded like.... What?? "I ain't even gonna touch that, Logan. Thanks fer the grub," he said getting up and heading toward the door with the food.
Feeling pretty vulnerable and aching like an open wound, Logan just said, “Yeah,” and sat there under the kitchen light. Remy felt Logan's ache and reached out to him with his affection. He didn't know if that would help, but it was all the healing balm he had.
Convinced now he would lose them both to each other... or at least a part of them to each other, Logan was so steeped in his own misery he could hardly feel Remy. Remy stepped out of the room and looked around for Creed. He wasn't there. Stepping over to Logan, Remy wrapped his arms around him, feeling how lost Logan was on the other end of their shared experiences.
Swallowing, Logan fought down some tears and squeezed Remy close a little bit before picking him up. “C'mon... You must be tired...” He knew if he wallowed, he would never get out of it.
Not yet, cher, Remy thought, but he said instead, "Oui. Y' tuckered me out. Stay wid me?" he asked. He hoped that Logan would stay the whole night.... somehow he was afraid that Logan would go off to see Creed in the middle of it.
Nodding, Logan set Remy down on the bed, kicking of his jeans and curling up around Remy, swallowing. Looking at Logan, Remy asked quietly, "Nervous?"
“'Bout what?”
"You tell me. Y' de one whose tinglin' ov' dere," he said and brushed his hand over Logan's arm.
Sighing, Logan said, “I'm just... stressed,” bowing his head against Remy’s neck.
"Lay on y' stomach, cher," Remy instructed and got some lotion from the bedside table.
Grabbing Remy’s wrist, Logan said, “No... Darlin', it's all right...” He was not really feeling worthy of Remy’s loving attention right now.
"W... what?" Remy asked perplexed and a little hurt. "What's wrong?"
Curling Remy to him, Logan said, “I'm the one that should be givin' you a massage....”
"But you're more stressed dan I am," he supplied.
Snuggling Remy close, Logan said, “Maybe later, darlin’...” when I'm not feeling like you'd be justified tearing my throat out.
"Okay..." he said slowly. Putting the lotion away, Remy curled up beside Logan. "Would... it help if I said dat I wanned t' hear whatever y' had t' say?" he asked brushing the backs of his fingers over Logan's cheek.
Taking Remy’s hand, Logan kissed it. “Nope.” He said what Remy said before. “You wouldn't wanna hear it.”
Remy nodded understanding... or thinking he did and hugged Logan. "You 'fraid I'll be mad at y'?" he asked.
Swallowing, Logan said, “No...” kissing his ear. “Tell me yer not gonna start playin’ 20 questions...”
"Non... just tryin' ta identify what y' feelin' dere is all." He hadn't catalogued all the feelings in existence and he felt like some were still illusive in naming. He also felt that feelings that were similar, but not exactly the same were more difficult to pin down.
“Not really sure what I'm feelin’, babe....”
Remy nodded. "S okay, cher. Y' jus' wanna try an' get some sleep?" he asked.
Grinning, Logan said, “Ain't even 10 yet...”
"I know..." But what else're we gon' do, Logan? "I suppose I could clean up dat oder room dat I blew t' smitherines...." It had been the room they were using.
Grinning, Logan said, “Or, you could tell me yer guilty pleasure.”
"Y' mean like how I wan' y' t' tie me up an' spread m' legs wide an' cum inside me 'til y' cum is just drippin' outta me?" he whispered in Logan's ear.
ZING! Logan sort of had the wind knocked out of him at that. “Ghrygh…?”
"Hmm? Or maybe 'bout how I wanna wear a collar for y' sometimes... let everybody know I'm yours. How I wanna bite y' nipples an' suck y' cock 'til y' can' take it no more...?"
Grinning a little, Logan said, “That's kinky, darlin’...”
"Is dat what y' were lookin' for?" he smirked.
“Yeah...” he said nibbling Remy’s ear. “But I had myself fooled inta thinkin' I was lookin’ fer somethin’ more innocent.”
"Y' first mistake was tinkin' dat Remy was innocent, cher," Remy smiled broadly.
“I never thought th.—“ Well, shit. If that wasn’t the most insensitive thing to say ever. “Well, I mean... compared ta me, maybe.”
Remy giggled when Logan was about to say that he had never thought Remy was innocent. "So... y' were lookin' t' dress me up in a schoolboy uniform, er somethin'? Make me look innocent?"
Chuckling, Logan said, “Boy scout uniform. With Boy scout cookies.” Logan was pleased that he didn't hurt or offend Remy; it wasn't his intent.
"Do... do boy scouts even have cookies??"
Thinking about it, Logan said, “Uhhh... I don't know... Never was a boy scout,” he grinned, “That I know of.”
"I don' tink dey had boy scouts in Ancient Greece... do you?" he asked. "Now... what was it you were expectin' from me?" he asked mock glowering at Logan.
Grinning a little, Logan said, “Strawberries and chocolate.”
"Cher... I know a lotta tings go up my ass, but how'm I s'posed t' pull sometin' like dat out of it?" he asked, barely holding in his own laughter.
Cracking up at him, Logan rolled over on top of him. “Sometimes I just love ya ta bits...” he said kissing him. He was really being modest: he always loved Remy to bits. Remy kissed him back, but the 'sometimes' stung. Only on de on-weeks, cher, non?
Pulling back from Remy’s kiss, Logan shook his head at him. “Remy... I always love you ta bits...”
Smiling at that, Remy was relieved, but the reminder wasn't pleasant. It had been nice to act for a little while like they were the only two people who had ever been involved in this relationship. "Tanks, cher. I love y' t' bits too. Always," he said emphatically.
“I know...” he nuzzled Remy, considering if this was the right time to tell him what he told Creed.... Remy hugged Logan and his hands flittered to Logan's nipples to caress them gently. He wanted desperately to have back those moments of laughter and love and... isolation.
Nope. Definitely was not the time to tell him. Smiling a little, Logan asked, “What're you doin’?”
"Feelin' you," he said as his caress extended down his sides, and over his tight stomach. "Admirin' y'," he said with a hint of the smirk that had been much bigger minutes before.
Sighing against Remy’s hair, Logan enjoyed the feel of Remy’s hands for a moment before he started touching him too—he would never get used to the feel of Remy’s soft, smooth skin.
"Mmm... y' sure I can' give y' dat massage?" Remy asked, tickling his nipple a little again.
Jerking slightly, Logan said, “Depends on what yer plannin’ on massagin'...” Well... the answer was going to be yes either way.
"Whatever aches," he said as he bent his head down to lick at the nipple he wasn't rubbing, "whatever... has tension," he said ghosting his hand down to Logan's thigh, brushing very close to his cock, but not touching it. "Whatever y' wan'...."
Swallowing, Logan watched him. He was so giving, so willing to please... “Remy...” Logan hoisted him up and kissed him. He couldn’t kiss him enough... and grunted against his lips. “My chest is... tight.”
"It looks it," Remy commented with a smile and grabbed for the lotion he had set aside earlier. Pouring a little into his hands, he warmed it up before caressing Logan's pecotralis muscles smoothly, gently at first, but deepening after a few strokes.
Grabbing Remy’s knee, Logan made Remy straddle his stomach, stroking his thighs gently and watching him, getting hard. Moving from the pecs to his shoulders, Remy made deep strokes where his collarbone met his shoulders and slid up to his deltoids and upper trapesius. Remy moaned a little as he massaged Logan's muscles deeply, leaning into the stroke.
Wincing a little when Remy hit a sore spot, Logan mostly concentrated on Remy over him, on stroking his thighs and his stomach, watching his cock to gauge his interest.
The caress became gentler as he stoked the muscles along Logan's neck, the sterno-clydo-mastoids, then back down to his shoulder again. He pressed harder as he massaged along his clavicle to get the attachment points for his muscles there. Remy's cock was only partially interested, but as he continued massaging, his interest grew. Logan had a truly incredible body and he was turned on by it.... He leaned down to kiss him and massage his lips with his tongue, then he bit with his lips in little massaging nips at his jaw.
Growling pleasantly, Logan stroked Remy’s back, all the way from shoulders to butt, feeling the play of his muscles as he worked his arms. Logan kissed and nuzzled into him when he was near.
"Mmm...." Remy moaned slightly and then leaned up to let his hands slide back to Logan's chest, going along the sides of his sternum this time. Smirking, he wiggled slightly on Logan’s hips and liked the way his balls fell to either side of Logan's interested cock.
Remy rocked his hips a little into that aroused, but not rock-hard cock underneath him. Liking that, too but willing to take this slow and easy, Logan huffed a bit, his eyes locked on Remy’s as he shifted above him. Stroking his arms Logan cradled his face, studying his bone structure.
"Y' supposed t' be relaxin', cher," Remy chided smiling.
“Sorry... Some places just stiffer than others, I suppose...” which tended to happen when Remy was around.
"I meant y' arms, cher. Pud ‘em down," he said and guided Logan's arms down to rest at his side. "Wan' me t' do y' back?" he asked waggling his eyebrows at Logan.
Letting his arms flop to the side with a heavy thud, Logan said, “Think somethin’ up front is still a bit tense. “
"Wan' me t' take care o' dat first?" Remy asked.
Nodding, Logan pulled Remy down into a wet kiss, and whispered, “I want to watch you pleasure yourself on me...”
That... actually sent a surprised pang of pleasure through Remy. "Oh, oui, cher," Remy moaned as he took more lotion in his hand and warmed it up. He was actually getting really hard at the thought of using Logan for his own pleasure. Stroking Logan's cock with the warm lotion, Remy leaned up and lowered himself onto Logan's waiting shaft. Remy started out without having stretched himself on purpose and he took just the very tip of Logan’s head into his hole and the muscle ring massaged it, not even going over the crown. He teased himself with it, squeezing and relaxing, making faces of tortured pleasure as he slowly backed centimeters on and off of the head, never getting it inside.
Grunting and wincing from the pleasure, Logan gripped Remy’s thighs to keep himself from moving... This was Remy’s show, but man, the desire to push up into him was extreme. “Baby...” he cooed, reaching up and stroking Remy’s face, already sweating like a bull from his teasing.
Relaxing more, Remy let Logan's manhood deeper into himself and this time was just teasing himself with the crown, feeling the pop as it entered in and came out of him. His eyes closed and he couldn't keep his head from tilting back as he moaned out at the feeling coursing through him. He liked that feeling of being exposed when he leaned in extension with his head back. Logan's words and grunts were music at his ears and the tempo was that of the teasing that Remy set.
Panting hard, Logan never thought he could be so turned on just by watching someone in pleasure... that coupled with the sensation of Remy playing with his cock was just unraveling him.
Logan's shaft slid easily into Remy's passage, the sounds Logan made as much a lubricant to Remy as the lotion. Remy's cock was drooling a stream as he continued to just give himself a little taste of that thick cock of Logan's. Remy started to shake with pleasure and effort to keep himself only partially elevated and he collapsed hard onto Logan's cock with the sensation of burning in his thighs and his cock hitting his pleasure button deep inside him. Grunting at the fall, Remy's hips were working back and forth immediately after.
Letting out what would be a terrifying snarl if one didn't know what he was up to, Logan gnashed his teeth with the effort to not thrust into Remy wildly. He did however cradle Remy’s face and make him look at Logan... hoping Remy could see how beautiful he was reflected back at him.
Smiling at Logan, Remy could see how good this was for Logan... and how much he loved him. Leaning down to kiss him, Remy sucked Logan's tongue into his mouth and started pleasuring his mouth with Logan's. He was sucking on his tongue, running his tongue along the sides of Logan's as if it were his cock all over again. Leaning up after a moment, Remy went back to moving around the flesh inside him. The burning in his thighs had faded and he was able to raise and lower himself again, sliding all the way up and all the way down, angling to hit the spot at the back of his chute. Once he hit it, Remy worked his hips back and forth so that the head of Logan's cock was just rubbing against his prostate.
Growling and snarling, Logan really was making quite a racket to control himself; he wouldn’t be able to for much longer, he knew that. Reaching out Logan grabbed Remy’s cock, letting the slick meat slide through his hand, enjoying the feel of it. “Baby...” He didn’t know what to say, but he could only think over and over how beautiful he was. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Logan wanted him to have his shields wide open for all of this.
Remy felt how good it was for Logan through their link and also noted that he was going to lose control soon. Remy kept teasing him until he did lose control—he wanted him to lose control—wanted him to be overcome with need to the point where he was forcing Remy to do what he wanted. It was fair, after all. Remy got to do what he wanted with Logan, which was torturous to Logan, and Logan would get to do what he wanted with Remy... although Remy didn't think it would be torturous at that point. He contracted around Logan raising in tiny increments and squeezing at every pause, then he squeezed hard and slid all the way back down him.
Snarling, Logan grabbed Remy’s hair and pulled him down into a deep, demanding kiss. Flipping Remy under him, Logan got his knees stable beneath him and started to thrust hard, feeling possessive and complete inside Remy. He was so overcome with pleasure he was near feral.
"Mon dieu, yesssss!!" Remy hissed as Logan pounded into him. He loved his lack of control at times like these. It made him feel extraordinarily special—he was doing that to Logan. Noticing that his behavior was similar to their first time together, Remy growled in Logan's ear, wanting to experience that again... without the pain. He latched onto Logan's ear and bit, hoping that the animal within him would come out and play.
Biting him back on his neck, Logan started thrusting harder in a show of dominance, pawing down his body and biting him again when it looked like he wasn’t going to behave. Huffing and snarling with Remy’s flesh in his mouth—not hard enough to break the skin, but like a lion holding its cub, Logan lifted and spreads Remy’s legs a bit more to rut harder. He loved how Remy was so wet with his come.
Remy started whimpering at the way Logan was pounding him and holding his flesh between his teeth. It tugged at his skin and tingled. Remy's dripping cock stuck between him and Logan's stomachs, sliding wetly in between them set Remy off. Crying out loudly, Remy just verbalized his orgasm. God, he felt so good, and Logan's pleasure bouncing around in his head had amplified his orgasm and prolonged it.
Reacting to that, Logan couldn't resist one of Remy’s orgasms with their link open as it was and with a roar more feral than his usual one, Logan erupted inside him, lifting his hips off the bed with his thrusts, pinning him down so he couldn't wriggle away even if he wanted to.
Remy sighed into Logan's ear. He felt so good and he drifted for a while caught in the afterglow times two. He enjoyed the feeling of Logan still in him, sated and he knew he was probably drenched with Logan's cream... which was a really hot thought.
Leaning over Remy, panting, Logan still gripped his wrists. He started nibbling gently on Remy’s throat and licking where he bit him.
"Dieu, Logan... I jus' wan' y' t' come in me all night," he said. He wanted to be so full of Logan's cum that they soaked the bed. Purring a little, Logan made soft growls and huffs, still too stupid to really make words for him as he kissed Remy all over, especially his soft, moist, rose colored lips. Remy kissed him back and nipped at his shoulder a few times.
Finally calming down enough to find a few words, Logan asked, “You... okay?” He hoped he wasn't too rough on him. Raising his eyebrows, Remy looked at Logan with a smile growing on his face. "Okay? Better dan okay, cher."
“Good, maybe?” he forced his hands to unlock around Remy’s wrists.
"Great, even," he said and licked Logan's lips.
Kissing him deeply, Logan settled back on his heels, pulling out of him slightly, moving down to kiss Remy’s nipples. “Hmmmmmm....”
"Mmmm..." Remy moaned at the attention Logan was giving his nipples. "I love y' so much, cher...."
Smiling, Logan said, “I know... I love you too, Remy...” He was actually a little tired now, and lifted Remy’s hips to pull out of him slowly. Shuddering as Logan slipped out, Remy snuggled next to him, his hand on his chest playing absently with his hairy pecs and his hiding nipples. Stroking his thumb over the plane of Remy’s cheek, Logan studied his face, taking delicate sniffs of him, just basking in his closeness. Remy started thinking again about how much he wanted to be like this with Logan forever... that he couldn't have anything happen to moments like these....
Seeing Remy’s brain spinning, Logan looked at him inquisitively. A plan started taking form in Remy's mind as he looked at Logan. Remy smiled at Logan's inquisitive stare and kissed him. He could have sung at that moment... but he would have sounded horrible. That thought made him grin.
Grinning back, Logan asked, “Sleepy yet, darlin’?”
"I should be... but I don' tink I am." His grin was mischievous at best, wicked at worst. "Buuuut, if y' tired, I might as well let y' sleep. I know y' jus' incredibly warn out from all de work o’ havin' two lovers." Remy's voice was melodramatic and put upon and he pressed the top of his wrist to his forehead, leaning back.
Smile fading at that, Logan couldn’t tell if Remy was being silly or if he was really feeling gypped. He didn’t know what to say. “You... Ya need another go, Cajun?”
Remy put his wrist down and looked at Logan with a silly face. "Non, cher, I'm fine. I don' tink I'll be able t' sleep dough, so I'm gon' stay up f' a bit. Maybe go up t' de mansion an' bug Bobby 'er somethin'." Bobby was actually a great target for teasing these days.
Stroking Remy’s cheek, Logan crawled on top of him again. “Remy... If ya wanna go again, I c'n give it to ya...”
"Grrrrr," Remy purred. "De thought does turn me on, but I really don' wanna wear y' out." They had made love like—three times that day already, and he bet that Logan had more before hand from Theron.
Leaning down Logan kissed him soundly. “You gotta leave?”
"I don'... I don' wanna get... old—f' you," he tried to explain. He didn't want Logan to get tired of him or feel he was a burden.
Not following at all, Logan asked, “Old?” He snorted, how could someone like Remy get old for him?
Remy looked away from Logan. "Y'know... like a kid who play wid a new toy so much when dey first get it... but den... it jus' gets old... de kid wants somethin' new...."
Feeling struck in the gut by that one, Logan said, “Remy? What the hell are you talkin’ about?? After all this, ya think any force on earth could get me ta discard ya! Get over it, I'm keepin' ya!” he shouted curtly and locked his arms around him securely, then as an afterthought, draped a leg over him, too.
Remy smiled brightly at him and cuddled in close with him, comfortable in his arms. Nearly purring, Remy nuzzled under his neck. He would just stay in Logan's arms until he fell asleep. It might be a long while, but he was going to stay.
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