Title: Car Wash

Author: Lee Tabor (vireyda@yahoo.com)

Website: none

Rating: NC-17

Pairing / Main characters: Gambit/Wolverine

Series/Sequel: sequel to One Night Only

Summary: A PWP sequel to One Night Only. Remy wants to watch and then things get a little wet...

Disclaimer: The characters and universe are owned by the Marvel Entertainment Group. I'm not making any money here so don't sue me.

Archive/distribution: Sure but let me know where so I can admire your wonderful site!

Notes: This story is for fun! So enjoy it! This is certainly the longest sex scene I've ever written. It also ended up much different than I originally intended... but that's usually the way with me. *g*

Oh, and my French sucks so pay no heed. Unless you want to correct me! :-)

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Car Wash

By Lee Tabor

 

~~~ Takes place about two weeks after the end of One Night Only ~~~

The Cajun had come out to simply watch. Dressed in a pair of shorts and sandles, Remy spied on his love from inside the cavernous garage of the Xavier mansion. Logan had yet to realize he was there. He knew Logan would never allow him to join in on his activity. But he didn't mind since his lover was putting on quite a show.

Outside in the afternoon sun, in nothing but a pair of cut-thigh-high sweat pants, Logan worked on the task of washing his jeep. It was a chore he accomplished at least once a week. Logan loved that jeep. He caressed the metal frame with a sudsy sponge as he would a lover's skin. Remy wished for a second that he was the one underneath the sponge. The sublime treatment would feel like heaven. But he didn't dwell on it too much. He knew that he only had to ask. His lover would satisfy his every desire. Right now, he just wanted to watch.

Remy smiled at the barely controlled wiggles of Logan's body as he tried to *not* dance to a tune that played on the jeep's radio. Remy had known from day one that the Canadian never liked putting on a show. He would only express the required amount of enthusiasm for any given situation. And many times he failed to do even that. Wolverine having a good carefree time was a rare occurrence.

The Cajun watched as Logan's control deteriorated. The wiggles of that muscular round ass grew more intense. Shoulders started swinging. Chest undulated. Head bopped. Knees bounced. Feet stomped with the beat.

Remy could barely contain his laughter. Then came his undoing...

At first, Logan, while continuing his erratic movement, began to hum out the tune. Then he progressed to a quiet singing, the words barely legible. But soon he was singing out loud in a high voice, trying but failing to imitate the female vocalist, "...(insert lyrics from the song of your choice here)..."

Remy wrapped his arms around himself and grabbed at his sides as his body began to shake uncontrollably. It was just too hilarious! Oh, how he tried to hold it in. But he couldn't hold back any longer. He collapsed on the cement floor in a fit of laughter.

Logan spun around. The pure shock, of being caught in the act, distorted his face. Realizing where the laughter was coming from, he composed himself and crossed his hairy arms over his chest.

The Cajun choked on his laughter when he noticed Logan's scowl. Remy faked a cringe. "Oh homme, I t'ought dose moves died wit de 80's."

A bark of laughter erupted from Logan's chest. "Darlin, I'm a man of all ages. Even the dead ones... Well, since yer here, ya might as well give me a hand. If ya want?"

Wiping at a tear that had formed from his outburst of laughter, Remy grinned at his love. He jumped up and stolled over to do whatever Logan would let him do. It was quite an honor really. Wolverine didn't let anyone touch his vehicle.

"Here, ya take the sponge. Just pick up where I left off. I'll get the hose."

Remy watched Logan walk away to fetch the hose from around the corner of the garage. Every muscle underneath the hairy skin played in the movement. The man was made for strength and endurance. And motion. The Cajun often wondered how his love could have sat in the subfloor of the basement with him for over a week. It must have been torture. Logan loved him so much.

Remy still found himself awestruck at the depth of that love.

The Cajun sighed and turned his attention back to the jeep. Ok, not too hard now, he thought to himself as he placed the sponge against the jeep and started a circular motion. Logan wouldn't appreciate him taking off the paint job. He'd probably string him up. /Humm... Maybe dat not a bad idea/ Remy laughed to himself but quickly shook his head. Logan would find someway to make it unpleasant. Of course, his lover would have a hard time punishing him while the charm was playing with his mind. He shook his head again. The last thing he wanted to do was manipulate Logan's mind... Unless, of course, his love wanted him to...

Pushing the dilemma down into his subconscious for later, he turned his full attention back to the jeep. He scrubbed the right side door with a gentle pressure, trying to imitate Logan's movement. No need to hear Logan's sharp tongue voicing its disapproval. But that tongue could do many other things as well. Remy shook his head again. His mind always ended up in the gutter.

"All right then. Back up, Darlin. I'm gonna give the jeep a quick rinse."

"You're done already?" Remy truned his head to look at Logan.

"Yea, ya caught me at the end."

Remy found himself pouting. Hank still limited amount of activity he could engage in. The danger room was off limits. There was really nothing to do around the mansion during the summer. He was bored out of his mind. Logan's offer, while not the most entertaining task in the world, was the most interesting part of his day so far. But the task had ended even before it started.

Suddenly, a spray of water splashed into his face. He rolled out of the way and landed on his feet. His body instinctively lowered into a defensive pose.

Logan laughed. "Don't give me that look, Cajun. I told ya to get out of the way. I ain't got all day ta stare at yer shapely backside."

Remy glared at the Canadian through soaked bangs. With a jerk of his head, the hair flipped off of his face. Logan was staring at him, not realizing he was doing it. Remy felt out for his love and noticed the arousal in his body. He smiled inwardly at the knowledge that he was turning his lover on. He gracefully rose to a full stand and moved away from the jeep. He felt Logan's eyes capture his every movement. An erection grew in response to his lover's desire. He quickly shielded his mind before his body got out of control.

Logan turned his attention away and proceeded to rinse off the jeep, being careful not to get any water in the interior. Walking behind Logan, Remy formed a plan. Well, it wasn't really a plan. It was more like revenge. His lover ignored his advance. "Cher, dat wasn' nice."

"Do what I tell ya and it won't happen."

Remy's eyes narrowed. Logan was talking to him like he was a child. Yep, Logan deserved what was coming to him.

Remy leaned down and, with a quick jerk, yanked the hose from Logan's hand. Logan spun around but Remy didn't give him a chance to react any further. He put his finger over the end of the hose, creating a sharp current of water, and dosed every inch of Logan's retreating body.

Logan howled with laughter and frustration when he was out of range. "Yer gonna get it, boy!"

"Try it."

Logan gave him an evil grin. Oh man, he was in for it. Remy dropped the hose and dashed for the tree line. He knew he was faster then Logan. But it was really his only advantage against the man without the use of his powers. About 30 seconds later, he paused to listen for the predator. He needed to know where Logan was to prepare for his defensive as well as his offensive. No noise reached his ears. He tried using his empathy to see if he was near by. Oh shit! He was so close he could taste the animistic air to Logan's mind.

He spun around and started to run but was too late in the motion. A hard body collided into him, sending him to the ground. Logan quickly straddled him and held his upper body to the ground by his shoulders. Water dripped onto Remy's bare back. The back of his shorts began to soak though from Logan sitting on his ass. Remy spit out the dirt in his mouth. He tried to struggle but the man above him was too strong.

"Oh, Remy, Remy... What am I to do about this."

"You de one who soaked me first!"

"Ya got a lil water in yer face. I'm soaked from head to toe."

"Dat's your fault!"

Logan suddenly released one of his shoulders but still kept a tight grip on the other. A fingernail trailed down Remy's spine, sending waves of sparks through his body. He struggled again but couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping his lips.

"Yer so beautiful, Remy."

Remy absorbed the compliment along with Logan's feelings of love. Had the statement come from any other person, he would have doubted its authenticity. But, with Logan saying the words, it caressed his mind and set him at ease. Well, as much at ease as he could get with a rock poking into his stomach.

As if sensing his physical discomfort, Logan eased off of Remy and helped him onto his knees. "I'm still wonderin what I should do with ya."

Remy jerked his head around to glare a Logan. An evil grin played across Logan's face, the same one that he had seen before he had retreated into the woods.

"Well?"

"Quoi? You wan' me ta decide mon punition, non?"

Logan's grin grew.

"Non!"

"My willful lil darlin, you will learn a lesson. Here. Now."

Remy's eyes widened as a sudden fear overtook him. He tried to dart out of Logan's reach but the man was prepared for Remy's reaction. Logan grabbed onto Remy's waist and wrestled him onto his lap. Remy didn't stand a chance against Logan's brute strength. Sensing he couldn't win, Remy settled onto Logan's lap before he walked away with bruises. His heavy breath spoke of his exertion but also of his terror.

Logan ran his tongue along the spine of the man's trembling back. Remy's reaction was swift as he moaned from a sudden desire but also from fear. "Je suis désolé! S'il te plaît!"

"Shhh. I ain't gonna hurt ya. Feel me, darlin. I ain't gonna hurt ya,"

Remy closed his eyes. He feared looking into his lover's mind. He was terrified that Logan might be angry with him. But he wasn't going to get out of the situation if he didn't do as Logan told him. He controlled his fear long enough to lower his shields and touch Logan's mind. There wasn't a trace of anger in the Canadian's thoughts. His whole body practically collapsed from relief.

"Darlin, I think we're gonna have to work on the trust issue a bit. I ain't ever gonna hurt ya. I may bite a lil," Logan's gave Remy's slightly bruised shoulder a sympathetic caress, "But nothin will ever hurt ya."

"Well den what 'bout mon punition?"

"Ya don't know me very well, do ya? There's many ways to punish someone. Yer gonna be begging me for more by the time I get done with ya."

Remy twisted his body around to look into his lover's face. He didn't have a clue what his Wolverine had in mind. But he would trust him. Logan eased him off of his lap, allowing him to sit on the ground, and then straddled his legs. He put a finger under Remy's chin to hold him steady and lightly caressed Remy's mouth with his tongue. Remy tried to capture the tongue in his mouth but his lover backed away with a smirk. Logan tipped up his chin and laid delicate kisses along the jaw.

/If dis is punishment, he can hold me down all day/

Remy lowered his shields a bit, needing the rush of lust from his love's mind. He cringed when Logan's mind suddenly turned sour.

"Darlin, yer stayin out of my head. No charm. No empathy. Ya try anything and this is instantly ending."

Remy's mouth dropped from shock. Nothing? Not even a bit? "Mais..."

"No!"

Nibbling on his bottom lip, Remy attempted to accept the circumstances. It wouldn't feel half as good if he couldn't feel Logan's mind. A frustrated grown escaped his chest. Logan laughed lightly. Ok, fine. Half way decent sex was better than no sex. "All right. No power."

A huge grin developed on Logan's face. Remy couldn't help but return the smile. He barely got a chance to breath when his lover's hungry mouth returned to his jaw, picking up where it had left off. Remy sighed and snaked his fingers into the thick black hair on the back of Logan's head. His love's wet tongue ran along the bone and down his neck. Teeth nibbled on his collarbone. The sensation felt wonderful but he couldn't get past the fact that Logan's feelings were missing from his mind. He felt empty.

Logan ran his course hands down Remy's chest, just barely brushing against hardened nipples. The light touch sent a shock through Remy's body. His chest arched in a vain attempt to gain more contact but the hands had already traveled to the small of his back. Frustration created a light whimper. Logan chuckled into his neck as he continued to caress the flesh with his teeth.

Remy suddenly realized that Logan had every intent of torturing him. The realization only made him more hungry for his love's touch. Denial was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Logan brought a hand back to Remy's chest and pushed him slowly to the ground. He wrapped his other hand around the back of the Cajun's head to aid in the effort. Once he rested on the ground, Remy wiggled a bit to make sure nothing was poking him. Nothing was but that didn't make it as comfortable as a bed.

His lover lowered his head to the smooth washboard stomach and kissed a line to his bellybutton. His tongue emerged again and teased the shallow hole. Remy rolled his head to the side and closed his eyes tight. His hips rose into the caress, demanding more stimulation. He moaned when Logan snaked his hands underneath his ass and aggressively licked and nibbled his flesh. Hips unconsciously ground into the hairy chest. Soon his breath quickened as did his movement. But before he could bring himself to a frantic release, Logan broke away mercilessly. Remy reached for Logan's wild hair to yank him back. Logan grabbed his wrists before the brutal grab could be made and forced them to the ground at the sides of his struggling body.

"Mon Dieu! Don' tease Remy like dis!"

Logan's evil grin returned. "You deserve it, darlin. Yer gonna beg me before this is done."

The realization of what Logan meant by punishment hit him hard... in the groin. Logan not only meant to tease him, he meant to make him beg for release. A foolish pride built up. No. He wouldn't beg. He didn't deserve his kind of punishment. Remy glared at Logan's amused grin. The man knew of the defiance going through his mind. The Cajun bit down his frustration and changed it into anger. "Remy don' deserve dis!"

Ignoring his protests, Logan pulled both of his arms over his head and firmly held them down with one hand. Remy struggled but just one hand easily held down both of his arms. The Canadian returned to the trembling torso. His mouth made its way to a hard nipple and nibbled gently on it.

Remy stifled a moan, trying not to give Logan the satisfaction of knowing how out of control his body was. Still, his lover could sense every change in his body. There wasn't much point in hiding his reactions, save for his ego. No. He wouldn't give Logan the satisfaction. He refused. There was no way in hell he'd...

Logan suddenly bit down on his nipple while pinching on the other. Remy arched his back, his body demanding more but his mind screaming that it shouldn't feel so bloody good. The sensation went straight to his cock. "Mon Dieu!"

Then Logan proceeded once again to lick, nip, and flick the tender nubs. Remy tried to rip his arms out of Logan's grasp but the man had no intention of letting him have control. Body twisting in frustration, he needed to be fucked hard. His mouth started working on the words but he stopped himself. No! He wasn't going to beg!

His lover moved up to his mouth and teasingly kissed his lips. Remy lifted his head off the ground, trying to push his tongue into the hot mouth above his. Logan easily avoided the attack and took the Cajun's bottom lip in his teeth and gently nibbled on the swollen flesh. The man's hand made its way down Remy's side and cupped his ass through the thin shorts. Fingers brushed against his sensitized scrotum. The Cajun sucked in air through his teeth.

Logan released Remy's lip and dove his tongue into his mouth. Remy grunted his pleasure into his love's mouth. Their tongues wrestled for over a minute before Logan pulled away breathlessly. Remy arched his back, rubbing his stomach against Logan's groin. The man growled. Remy smiled inwardly. The man wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer. His lover needed to be fucked as much as he did. He wouldn't have to beg.

"I'm letting you go. Don't move. Don't try to touch me. Disobey me and this will end instantly.

Remy worked his mouth up and down, trying to come up with a smart assed response. The words wouldn't come. Logan's control ran deeper the he had given him credit for. Remy suddenly felt helpless. Logan wouldn't let him do anything or use his power. He just had to lay there and take whatever pleasures Logan blessed him with.

/Logan is doing dis for me/ The notion hit him deeply. He had never known a person that was so willing to give him so much and not expect anything in return... Well, except for a little begging. He grinned.

Logan's brows furrowed. "Is that an agreement?"

"Oui." Remy relaxed. Logan was doing this for him.

"Don't get too relaxed, darlin. This ain't over with yet." Logan released his hands and moved slowly down his body, touching, kissing, and nibbling every inch of bare skin. He passed right over his groin, smiling at Remy's frustrated groan, then teased the insides of his thighs with his teeth and tongue.

It took all the will Remy had to not do a thing. He tired not to buck when Logan's mouth drew dangerously close to his groin. His baggy shorts allowed easy access all the way to his hard cock. He had put on a pair of silk underwear in the morning. He normally loved the sensations produce by the silk's caress. But now the article didn't seem all that comfortable when he wanted Logan's mouth around his erection instead of cloth.

His lover's nose nudged the based of his erection. "Ah! Mon Dieu! S'il te plaît, baisez-moi!"

"Are ya beggin?" Logan purred as he caressed Remy's thigh with his fingers.

"Non!" Remy still couldn't let it go.

"That's too bad. I really wanted to suck on yer cock. I really think it wants release. Don't you?" Logan pouted with a feral grin.

Logan was teasing him. Remy couldn't stand the treatment. He enjoyed teasing people. He practically made a career out of it. But he found that he didn't like being teased back. Especially when his cock was hard as a rock and he needed to be fucked as much as he needed air. He made an attempt to grab at Logan but stilled when he saw his lover's cross expression.

/Ok. Just give in and he'll take me... Non. I can't/

But apparently, having enough of his pride, his body and subconscious had other plans. He arched his hips up and, without thinking, begged with all his strength, "S'il te plaît, cher! S'il te plaît, baisez-moi! S'il te plaît, amoureux, baisez-moi!"

That was all it took. Logan yanked his shorts and underwear down and took in every inch of Remy's long cock into his mouth. Remy yelped at the sudden attention to his erection. Logan held his hips down and started a pace that matched the Cajun's frantic breathing. Remy twisted and thrust as much as he could under Logan's hold. His screams pulsated through the forest. His

whole world melted down to his cock and Logan's hot mouth. "Ah! Ah! Mon Dieu!" Remy erupted deep into Logan's throat. His shudders and whimpers seemed eternal as Logan sucked every drop from his spent cock.

Remy shuddered again as Logan released his soft cock. "Oh, Logan..."

Logan laid soft kisses along Remy's stomach. "I think you've learned your lesson."

"Oui, cher. You may discipline me anytime."

Logan moved up to lay next to Remy. "I think once a day will suffice."

"Non. At least twice. Maybe three."

"Darlin, you are truly unsatiable."

 

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