Title: Watching and Waiting
Author: Chris (teufelce@aol.co)
Website: none
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Watching and Waiting 4
By Chris
They were less than half way home when he made another decision - Remy was trying to torture him to deatth. The Cajun took every turn at a speed that forced Logan to wrap his arms tighter around the lean body in front of him, fitting those narrow hips even more snugly against the front of his painfully tight jeans. In fact, he realized, a grin spreading across his face, they were taking the straightaways at a relatively sedate speed. Yet, every time they approached another curve in the road, the thief would open the bike up again... Logan's shoulders shook with silent laughter - Remy was obviously all too aware of the effect he was having on him and was milking it for all it was worth. /But payback's a bitch.../
Logan let his arms relax their tight grip around the Cajun's waist, one hand sliding inside the open trench coat to rest on the wonderfully soft silk of the thief's shirt. The fabric felt like water brushing over his fingertips, as he began to massage at the tight muscles of Remy's abdomen. With nothing to separate their flesh but the wafer thin shirt, he could feel the Cajun's breathing quicken at his touch. Felt his own heart begin to thud in his ears, as he marvelled over the definition of each hard muscle. He let his hand work its way up the long torso to the chest, rubbing his cheek against Remy's shoulder like a contented cat as he felt a shudder run through the taller man's body. Splayed his fingers across that incredible chest and felt the heart that pounded so hard, it made his fingers vibrate with each beat. He stayed like that for a long moment, just feeling that strong heartbeat underneath his hand, feeling the heat of the thief's body seep through the silk to warm his own skin. Letting it really, truly sink in that, with just the barest of touches, this tall, enigmatic man was turning his whole world inside out. Was turning *him* inside out. He'd felt desire before, but nothing that even approached the strength of what he was feeling now. It threatened his control, put his confidence on fragile, shaky ground - and he found that strangely exhilirating.
The darkened woods bordering the words fell away, as his whole world narrowed down to the body that lay beneath his hands. He ran his hand across Remy's chest until he felt his fingers graze a hardened nipple. With slow, light movements, he began to circle the taut nub through the silk and Remy's body gave another wild shiver, pressing back against him, the sides of the trenchcoat flapping back to cover his own legs. Grinning wolfishly, Logan leaned upwards and ran an experimental tongue over the skin at the back of the Cajun's neck. The bike lurched erratically beneath them, before suddenly picking up speed. He bit down on a laugh. /Guess the slow, scenic ride home is over.../
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The Harley roared up the long drive leading to the mansion, stopping in a spray of gravel in front of the main doors. Logan's hands were still splayed across Remy's chest and abdomen, as the thief popped the stand and leaned the bike on it. Before he could react, Remy was arching his body backwards, his head coming to rest on Logan's shoulder. Long, strong fingers twined themselves in his hair and yanked his head downwards. The force of the kiss sent electric shocks running through him and his mouth instantly opened to the tongue that demanded entrance. His eyes slid shut and his hands tightened around the silk covering Remy's chest, as the thief's tongue danced across his teeth before engaging with his. The remembered taste of whiskey and smoke and spice set Logan's head swimming and he moaned into the other man's mouth. He felt Remy's lips quirk into a sly grin at the sound and then his lower lip was being pulled into the thief's hot mouth. There was the sharp pain of teeth breaking soft skin and then that tongue - that sweet, sweet tongue - was laving at the wound, suckling it like a babe. Logan groaned louder and let his hands slide down the long expanse of the thief's body, falling to rest on the tops of Remy's spread legs, his fingers digging into the tight muscles of his inner thighs. The Cajun broke the kiss at the caress, his open mouth gasping for air next to Logan's cheek.
"Cher... Remy t'ink maybe we best take dis inside now, non?" The passion roughened voice felt like whisper against his very soul, and Logan found his stomach tightening into knots at the promises it held. Unable to find his voice within the turmoil of desire racing through him, he nodded mutely, his hands reluctantly sliding off Remy's thighs. In a blur of motion, the thief was swinging his long leg before him, over the bike, and standing at his side. The moonlight shone down through the taller man's hair, turning it the deep ruby of dried blood, to accentuate the aristocratic high cheekbones of his lean face, and finally played across full passion-bruised lips. Lips that quirked into another slow, sensual smile at the glazed expression on Logan's face. Logan dragged his eyes up to meet Remy's and found himself drowning in them. The meager light seemed to get swallowed up the moment it touched the surface of those impossibly darkened eyes and yet, flaring brightly against the darkness, the red pupils burned like twin bonfires. Lust, desire, passion, want, need - all these swam across those eyes and Logan had to swallow past the sudden tightening of his throat. At that moment, nothing else in the world existed but the man before him. The man who was taking hold of his hand, pulling him from the bike and up the steps to the mansion. The man who pinned him to those doors for one last kiss that left Logan's knees weak, before wrenching the door open and pushing him inside.
Even though dimly lit, the hallway lights of the large old building were incredibly bright by comparison to the night they'd come in from, and Logan squinted his eyes as he tried to adjust to the change. Remy, whose eyes apparently adjusted far quicker than his own, continued to lead him by the hand up the long, winding staircase to the second floor. By the time they reached the empty hall, his eyes had compensated and he was able to make out the door at the end of the corridor that the thief was impatiently pulling him towards. His heart seemed to beat impossibly loud in his ears, and his lungs labored for air. He wanted this... he wanted this... Then why the hell did he suddenly feel like turning and running? Before his mind could even attempt to wrap itself around that riddle, they ground to a halt outside the Cajun's bedroom. Remy pushed the door open and turned to him, wicked eyes glinting and mouth spreading into a grin. A grin that sobered and died when he saw the wide eyed look on Logan's face, a face tight with the beginnings of panic. The thief's expression softened and he reached a hand up to stroke gently at his cheek.
"Cher... what's wrong?" The sincere concern in the man's voice broke through the panic that was threatening to choke him and Logan shook his head slowly.
"I'm just... I'm.... nervous." He coughed on the last word, feeling the blush of embarrassment colour his cheeks. The hand stroking his cheek stilled for a moment, before cupping his chin. He hesitantly raised his eyes to meet the taller man's, and saw warm, smiling eyes looking down at him.
"Shh, cher, dere not'ing to be nervous about..." Remy whispered, as he leaned in closer, his body barely brushing against Logan's. "You change your mind?" At the mute shake of Logan's head, he continued. "Den don' worry so much..." A soft kiss on his cheek sent a shiver running through him, chasing the panic away with returning desire. "Remy wanted dis for long time... He gonna take care of you, cher... gonna give you a night you *never* forget..." Logan could smell the other man's arousal and it fed his own, fanning it impossibly higher. A soft moan fell from his lips as he leaned in the final distance separating them, his hands grasping tightly at Remy's waist. Warm, strong arms came up to encircle him, pulling him to the thief's chest, as lips brushed against his temple. Firm hands slid down his back to his ass, tearing another moan from him as his groin was pulled against Remy's muscular thigh. Sultry, honeyed tones dripped from a voice that whispered in his ear, "Nervous still, cher?"
"No..." It was barely more than a rough growl, but Remy chuckled softly and pulled away to look down at him. The heat in those eyes burned into his skin and Logan's tongue slid out to lick at suddenly dry lips. Remy's eyes followed the motion and then he was being pulled through the opened doorway. A quick movement of the thief's hand to the wall next to him and low light sprung up from the corner of the sparsely furnished room. Logan's eyes had barely registered the pile of books in one corner, the single wood chair and desk against the far window, and the black satin sheets covering the large bed, when he was being pressed up against the now closed door by Remy. Whose eyes locked with his, as long fingers slowly slipped inside his leather jacket, running up his chest to his shoulders and sliding the jacket from them to fall forgotten on the floor. The look alone that the thief was giving him, was making his jeans feel increasingly tight, and Logan could hear his own breath growing harsher and louder in the quiet room.
Remy leaned in closer to him, one hand massaging the muscles of his neck as the back of the other grazed along the front of his shirt as it made its way down to his belt buckle. All of Logan's senses sharpened, focusing on the path of that hand. On the slight tug at his waist, as Remy skillfully undid the buckle one handed... At the mouth that hovered just in front of his own... He heard the rasp of the zipper as it was dragged slowly downwards and his lips parted in a soft groan at the release of pressure against his painfully hardened erection. Lips that were suddenly claimed in by a crushing kiss from the tall thief, at the same time as an incredibly hot hand slid inside his jeans to close around him. He cried out at the wave of pleasure that washed through him, arching his back and tilting his head upwards into the kiss, as his own hands flew up to scrabble for purchase against the smooth silk covering the Cajun's back.
"You like dat, cher?" Remy whispered hoarsely against his lips, the hand inside his jeans tightening slightly as it stroked along the hard length of his engorged cock. Logan moaned again in response, thrusting his own tongue into the thief's mouth and pressing his hips forwards into the other's hand. Remy pulled back from the kiss, a sensual smile playing across his lips as he stared down into Logan's flushed face. "Remy t'ink you like dis better..." he said softly, as both hands slid beneath Logan's jeans and gently guided them down over his hips. "Much better..." Then the thief was slowly lowering himself along the length of Logan's taut body, eyes locked on his, until finally he knelt with his face inches from his groin. With a devilish smile, he bent his head forwards, his tongue flicking out to taste at the drops of precum that dripped from the tip of Logan's cock. The sensation sent a bolt shooting through Logan, and his head slammed back against the wood door, his hands gripping Remy's shoulders tightly as the Cajun slowly drew his length into that incredibly hot mouth. Inch, by torturous inch, he felt as if he were being engulfed by a wet furnace... Remy's tongue swirled around him, as he began to suck - bending his neck slightly for a better angle, as he started a rhythmic bobbing motion that had Logan's body threatening to shake into pieces within minutes. He could feel his fingers digging into the muscles of the thief's shoulders, but the kneeling man made no sound of complaint. Only rolled his eyes to look up at the darkened blue eyes staring down at him, before raising a hand to squeeze at the base as he continued to suckle the tip.
"Oh god... Remy.... jesus.... oh god.... " Logan managed to groan, between gasps for air. He bit down hard on his lip, as he felt himself rapidly approaching climax. He didn't want it to end so quickly, but the Cajun was showing no signs of letting up and he could no longer hold it off. "Remy... god, Remy... I'm gonna..." With a final shuddering cry, his body slammed backwards into the wall, his hips thrusting involuntarily as he came in long, hot spurts deep into Remy's throat. He could feel the other man swallowing and the sensation sent another shudder through him. Finally, Remy licked him clean with a few strokes of his tongue and then climbed back up his body, to lean against him as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Like dat better, cher?" came the amused voice in his ear and Logan let out a shaky laugh.
"Much..." He could feel the stubble on the Cajun's chin scrape his neck as he grinned.
"Dat was not'in, cher... Remy ain't finished wit' you yet..." Those last, whispered words sent another shiver of desire racing down his spine and Logan's eyes rolled up as lips began to kiss and nibble at his neck. "Remy ain't even close to finished yet..."