Title: Watching and Waiting
Author: Chris (teufelce@aol.co)
Website: none
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Watching and Waiting 5
By Chris
With his eyes still closed, Logan felt the fingers of Remy's hand whisper up his back, to entwine themselves once again in his hair. Stroking softly across his scalp before tightening, urging him to bare his neck further to the hard kisses that threatened to bruise his skin. And once again, Logan felt that same curious thrill run through him at giving himself over to Remy's ministrations, to his control. In all his experience, in all his self-perception, he could never have imagined he would find assuming a passive role during sex so alluring, so exciting. And yet, here he was, pressed up against a door by the lean body of the man whose every touch sent electricity shooting through him. That body, all angles and taut muscle, rubbing up against him and threatening to drive him out of his mind, even as he felt a renewed stirring in his groin...
Remy's free hand slid inside his shirt, kneading at the muscles of his back. Stretching and pulling the skin, until a soft moan tore itself from Logan's lips. The heat from the thief's hand felt like it was branding his flesh and suddenly it wasn't enough - he needed more. His own hands rose up and impatiently pushed the trenchcoat from Remy's shoulders, fingers flying to undo the buttons of his silk shirt. A shirt that fell to the floor in a shimmering puddle of green, leaving a smooth expanse of bare skin beneath his fingertips. He closed his eyes again, letting his hands map out in touch alone the lines and curves of hard muscle as they stretched themselves across the Cajun's abdomen. Remy's lips momentarily stilled and he could feel the hot exhalation of a sigh against his neck. His lips quirked in a grin as he slowly trailed his hands upwards, fingers tracing small circles along the way, until his thumbs brushed over hardened nipples. He rolled the tight nubs between thumb and forefinger and, this time, Remy gasped aloud. The taller man pressed himself into the sensation, the solid ridge of his erection poking into Logan's stomach and eliciting an answering groan from him.
Suddenly, he felt Remy's one hand untwist itself from his hair and join the other beneath his shirt. Then both were bunching the fabric and pushing it up over his head, the thief's lips leaving his neck only long enough for the cloth to pass. Almost before his nerves had registered the loss, that hot mouth was sealed over his skin again, licking and biting with greater urgency as they followed a path up to his ear. Remy's passion roughened voice breathed into his ear, sending another wave of lust crashing through him.
"Remy t'ink we move dis to de bed now, cher..." Then the thief was sliding down the front of his body again, fingers lingering on his thighs as warm lips placed a soft kiss on the tip of his rigid cock. His heart seemed to leap into his throat and his lungs labored for air, as he felt hands gently encircle his ankles. Remy's soft voice finally reached him and he struggled to make sense of the words over the haze of desire cloaking his mind. "Cher... lift your leg... Remy need to take your boots off..." Without a word, he complied - bracing his weight against the door, even as his knees threatened to give in. In short time, his remaining clothes joined the growing pile on the floor and he stood, fully naked, against the door.
Remy smiled at him as he slowly climbed to his feet again, a sensual smile below glittering, dark eyes. The kind of smile that felt like it was caressing every inch of his bare skin and sent Logan's head spinning. Left him leaning against the wood, his own eyes gazing out from beneath lids heavy with lust and want and need, his mouth parted as the sound of his own ragged breaths filled his ears. Continued to watch as Remy's smile grew lazy and playful. As the taller man kicked his soft leather boots off and reached a hand out to him. He stared at it for a long moment, part of him still rebelling at the thought of being 'led' anywhere. Long enough for one of Remy's eyebrows to arch in concern.
"Somet'ing wrong, cher?" A feral grin split his face and, before the other man could react, he had his hand around Remy's wrist and was jerking him up against him. Remy's other eyebrow shot up to join its twin and his voice lost some of its surety when he spoke again. "Cher?"
"Just didn't want you to think I was tame, that's all..." Logan whispered hoarsely against the other man's lips, scant inches from his own. Lips that resumed that same maddeningly seductive smile at his words.
"Ah, but cher, Remy never t'ink dat... He never make dat mistake..." Smooth as liquid silk, those words... They stoked the fire already burning in his belly, like the long slow burn of a shot of whiskey. One that spiraled out of control and burnt his brief need to assert himself to so many ashes when Remy dipped his head forwards and he felt those lips against the soft skin beneath his ear.
Logan let Remy lead him to the bedside and gently push him down onto the midnight satin sheets. He lay there, letting himself get lost in the sensation of soothing coolness against his too too hot skin, while Remy stripped from his own pants. In unabashed nakedness, the tall thief bent before the night table and the two red pillar candles that Logan could see standing there. Murmuring something under his breath in his native patois, so low that even Logan's enhanced hearing could barely make out the words, before striking a match and lighting their wicks. More from curiosity, than a need to break the silence of the room, Logan spoke.
"You praying, Cajun?" Remy cast him a sly smile before straightening.
"It never hurt to appeal to whoever be listenin', cher..."
"Bet your other dates just loved that," Logan snorted, pushing down the unsettling thought of being just one of many, and forced a grin onto his own face. Remy stopped his movements and stared down at him. Eyes glittering in the mix of low candlelight and artificial lighting. Hooded and unreadable. His voice, when he finally spoke was low and, oddly devoid of offense. His words were soft, but steady.
"Remy wouldn' know, cher. He never bothered before..." Then the thief was moving across the floor and flicking off the lightswitch. As the atmosphere of the room descended into smoky, flickering shadows, and the meaning behind Remy's words continued to elude him, Logan's hesitant voice once again broke the silence.
"Why not?" The lean Cajun stood immobile near the door, hand still on the lightswitch. Eyes already adjusting to the dim light, Logan could see his head bow slightly with his whispered words.
"Maybe cause it never mattered to Remy before. Maybe because you make Remy nervous, cher..." That admission, so softly spoken but so honestly given, startled Logan.
"*I* make *you* nervous?" No sooner had the words left his lips than Remy was gliding across the room. The light making his skin glow golden in its reflection, each muscle in that long, lean torso accentuated and defined. Logan's eyes unconsciously drifted from the thief's face, down along that beautiful expanse of taut skin and he could feel the heat inside him rising ever higher. When Remy's path ended at the side of the bed, he managed to drag his eyes back up to look at him. The eyes looking down at him were filled with that familiar wicked glint, and the voice was like a brush of velvet and bourbon, silk and cigarette smoke, against his ears.
"Oui, cher. But only cause Remy want badly for dis to be somet'ing you never forget, cher..."
"I ain't forgetting this any time soon, Remy..." Voice rough, struggling to pass throat muscles that tightened beneath that regard. The glint in the Cajun's eyes grew with his words, and Logan felt like he was melting into the sheets below him.
"Turn onto your stomach, cher..." Soft, honeyed words. Not a command, but not a request. Somewhere in between... Logan felt knots of uncertainty build in his stomach, as he slowly complied. The brush of sheer fabric across his aching hard on dragging a low groan from his lips.
"Remy..." The uncertainty he felt bled into his voice, and Remy bent to gently kiss the top of his left shoulder, eyes staring into his as he did so.
"Relax, cher... Remy not gonna hurt you..." One hand tracing soothing patterns on Logan's back, Remy leaned over and picked up a small bottle from the night table. The oil inside glistened and shimmered in the candle light and, as soon as the thief uncapped it, the smell of sweet almonds assaulted Logan's nose. Warming him and lulling him into relaxation, even as Remy began to pour the massage oil onto his broad back. At the first touch of Remy's strong fingers against his tensed muscles, he let his eyes slide shut and gave himself over to the experience. To the indescribable bliss of those nimble digits digging out each and every knot, kneading and rolling them until they unraveled. Slick hands stretching and massaging the skin of his back until he felt as if he were sinking through the mattress. So lost was he in the whirl of tactile sensations, he didn't register the shift of weight on the bed until he felt Remy settling down against him. His naked body straddling his waist...
The bliss he was feeling shot right off the charts, as the thief's lithe body stretched out along his, chest just barely touching his back. Strong hands rubbing his shoulders in a slower rhythm, as a warm, moist tongue licked a trail up the back of his neck. His body shuddered in ripples beneath Remy and involuntarily arched up into the sensation. Flicks of the tongue were replaced by gentle love bites and kisses across his shoulders, as Remy murmured soft, encouraging words against his skin. Words that made no sense to his pleasure distracted mind, but stroked his sensitive hearing as if it were an extension of his skin. Nerve synapses sparked, fired, and endorphins spiraled ever higher in his blood stream, with each word, each caress. Kisses lingered in a slow path along his spine, hands dancing along his sides. Touching every curve, every muscle, until it felt like his skin was aflame...
Remy's mouth traced the small of his back and he felt hands, hands that felt incredibly hot against his sensitized skin, slide along the insides of his thighs, gently parting his legs. Then a finger trailed across his perineum and he bit down hard on the pillow, a long, low groan escaping through clenched teeth, at the ecstasy that simple touch sent shooting through him. The pressure in his cock was agonizing and he ground his hips against the sheets, gasping aloud as that same finger slowly circled his tight opening.
"Remy... oh god... please..." He was out of his head with desire and need, his pleas growing increasingly incoherent against the damp pillowcase as Remy continued to tease him. When he was absolutely certain he could take no more, he suddenly felt the oiled finger slide inside of him. He cried out against the invasion, dull pain jerking his hips instinctively away from Remy. The low, soothing sound of Remy's passion roughened voice crept through the pounding in his ears.
"Relax, cher... Jus' relax... Remy not gonna hurt you... He gonna make you feel real good..." Even as he struggled to make his body obey, he felt the finger work its way past the tightly clenched outer ring of muscle and then stop. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, his muscles began to relax around Remy's finger and he sighed into the pillow. That's when Remy crooked his finger, brushing against his prostate, and white, blinding pleasure ripped through him.
"Remy! Oh god... oh god...." he screamed into the pillow, hips suddenly thrusting backwards, craving more. With a steady rhythm, Remy began to pump his finger inside of him and Logan's mind splintered into a thousand, ecstatic pieces. Soon a second and then a third finger joined the first, gently stretching Logan, even as they drove him closer to nirvana. His breath was coming in harsh pants, nostrils flared wide, as he arched his body up off the bed. He was so close... so close...
Without warning, the fingers withdrew, tearing a whimper of protest from Logan's mouth. He managed to turn weakened neck muscles far enough so he could look over his shoulder, find out why Remy had suddenly stopped. What he saw made his heart climb into his throat, his lungs struggle to keep breathing. Remy knelt behind him, long fingers slowly coating his own cock with massage oil. Hooded eyes staring down at him with such want, such unconcealed desire, it threatened to turn Logan's shaking legs to jelly.
Then Remy's body was covering him. One hand brushing his hard erection against the back of Logan's scrotum, as the other crept around his hips to encircle Logan's thick shaft. A low, animal groan tore from his chest at the dual stimulation, Remy's lips leaving a searing trail of kisses along his arched neck until they reached his ears.
"Remy wanna be inside you, cher..." came the velvet voice against the soft skin behind his ear, a kiss gently following. Asking permission...
"Please..." One word. That's all he was capable of, but he managed to fill it with all of the want and need he felt inside. Remy's lips locked against his skin, sucking and biting, as he slowly slid inside of Logan.
The pressure was incredible. The pain of being filled so beyond anything he'd ever experienced, all he could do was collapse against his forearms. Breath coming in sharp hitches, as his body struggled to accommodate itself to this new sensation... Finally, the pain began to fade against the pleasure of Remy's mouth on his neck, of the hand that had never ceased stroking his cock. Slowly, Remy began to move inside of him, and the pain vanished completely.
When he moved his own hips back against Remy, the slow grind stopped and the tall thief began to thrust into him. Slowly at first, hesitantly. Until Logan's low growling moans of pleasure joined those breathing into his ear, and he thrust back, impaling himself deeper. Then the thrusts became harder, faster, the harsh pants of the Cajun giving way to a heated jumble of broken words.
"Oh cher... Logan... you so damn tight... so good, cher..." The hand gripping Logan's weeping erection tightened, its caresses growing rougher, driving him right to the edge. Remy's teeth sinking into the skin of his shoulder provided the final push. Logan came violently, screaming Remy's name into the pillow between his teeth as his ejaculate spilled over the thief's fist. One, two, three more thrusts and Remy was shouting his name, sending his own seed deep into his lover's still shuddering body. Both men collapsed against the damp sheets, struggling to recover from the intense pleasure racking their bodies. Remy rolled them onto their sides, one hand holding Logan tight against him, as the other fought to pull the sheet up to cover them. Logan was rapidly losing the battle with sleep and he tried desperately to speak before he gave in. Tried to make his mouth form words... A soft finger against his lips and a tender kiss on the back of his neck stopped him.
"Merci, cher... T'ank you... Now sleep..." No longer able to keep his eyes open, Logan sighed and relaxed into the arms wrapped so tightly around him. Gave himself over to exhaustion and the warmth of Remy's embrace, and slept.