Title: Chance Happening

Author: Lu (LoganRemy@hotmail.com)

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Wolverine/Gambit

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: PWP

Disclaimer: The X-men belong to Marvels...I'm not making any money......I'm just playing with their characters.

Date: Jun 2001

Archive/distribution: please, let me know where

Notes: This completely and absolutely has nothing to do with any novel, comic book, movie, cartoon, I've ever seen or read about the X-Men (it's an alternative universe, okay). PWP just wanta get 'em together, again.

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Chance Happening

By Lu

 

No, I don't feel a thing.
Life's going by me.
And still I say, Oh God!
I'm making the same mistakes.
Low?
I'm on empty.
Try to erase all the bad times.
Free?
I don't seem to be.
My soul remains tied to your life.
Every breath you breathe deep...
I feel you circulating through me.
I'll never forgive myself again.
I'm so sick and tired of making the same mistakes

Godsmack

 

Remy stood in his dorm room at University of Michigan, as far away from the warm sunshine of Louisiana as the earth was from the sun.
He had chosen this school to get as far away form his family and their influence. He had left UNO after the just two years to escape the watchful eyes of his father. He was going to enjoy the next two years of freedom. Remy turned his head and stared into the mirror on the bathroom doors. Looking back at him was a truly beautiful man or so he had been told so by many, with shoulder length auburn hair, penetrating cinnamon brown eyes, a thin narrow aristocratic nose, and full sensuous lips. His eyes moved over his hard trim build on its 6'2" 180 pound frame, wearing a football jersey, cutoff 501 jeans,
and Vans. Six-pack abs, defined pecs were visual through the shirt, and a tight pear shaped ass gave way to long muscular legs, the latter lightly dusted with golden-brown hairs, the picture was complete. His manhood was cupped and defined in the boxer briefs with in a pair of 501's cutoffs, a fine, thin trail of auburn nap that lead from his navel to beneath the band of his jeans, an arrow leading all to he treasure he would share with any who were interested, well almost anyone. Remy smiled at himself. His first year out from under his father's thumb was going to be a blast.
Remy had discovered girls early in life and had enjoyed many. But everything changed for him one night in his sophomore year of high school when he had gotten smashed with a teammate in the gym parking
lot after kick boxing practice. Something just clicked and the next thing he new they were in the backseat. The sex was unbelievable, a man knew what pleasured another man. He still dated the girls, but now he included men as will. The idea was to graduate at the top of his class and screw everything on campus. He wasn't looking for a mate, just a good time. His father had already chosen his wife for
him.
Remy scanned the room making sure everything was in place (didn't want to piss his future roomy off), he set out in search of something to eat. Ensuring the door was locked his headed to the cafeteria.
He was standing in line when a drop dead gorgeous brown haired woman, with a body to die for walk up to him butting in front of him in the line. "Hey sugah, there's a party tanight and Ah think ya'd have a
good time if ya showed up." She handed him a flyer and pecked him on the cheek. Remy stared as her rounded ass as it swayed away from him causing a stirring in his groins. 'What de hell was de dat.' Remy grinned he'd find out tonight.
Mari smiled to herself. That one sure had possibilities. In fact he was darn near perfect. She'd wait until tonight and see what happened. She loved it when things just fell into place, with just a little nudge from her of course.
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"Mari, knock off the shit. I already told ya, I've got plans fer tanight." Logan tried to disengage his arm form the exquisitely beautiful woman's grasp.
"Yoh plans include buying a bottle of Jim Beam and sitting in front of the T.V. C'mon sugah, ya know yoh gonna love it, Ah promise."
Logan Wolf had been her first love, not sexually but in the truest sense. They had met the first week of college. He had made varsity hockey his freshman year out, had been team captain his sophomore and
once again this year, his junior year. The pro's had been after him to leave school and start a professional career, but he wanted an education to fall back on when his hockey days ended. She had been so damn proud to be his gal.
Mari considered the man in front of her. He was maybe all of 5'3" and 180 pounds, not of an ounce of fat to found on the muscle bound body. Thick black hair in disarray fell around his powerful neck.
His looks were intense almost brutal, men feared him women were attracted like a moth to a flame. Piercing blue eyes that could usually took a gal's breath away, glared at her trying to sway her resolve. "Logan, everybody gonna be there, ya can' hide. It'll be good to get out, Ah'll be there the whole time, I swear."
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Logan had drunk far too much tonight. He sat alone on the couch in the frat house reflecting on the past six months. It had all started when Mari has talked him into taking her to a play she needed to see for her art & lit class. 'Torch Song Trilogy', as he watch the story unfold he became more uncomfortable, by the end he had formed an uneasy realization. As they left the theater Logan stared at Mari. "Ah didn' wont ya ta end up like Ed. Ah won't end up like his wife, Ah'm sorry Logan." That was all that was said at the time.
Logan had been eaten up inside over the next couple of months.
Things he had taken for granted took on new meaning. Like all the time he spent with his hockey buddies, always touching and grabbing each other in the locker room and staring at their bodies in the
showers. He finally called. Mari. "We need ta talk." Was all he said and she invited him to her apartment.
"How'd ya know? I didn' even have a clue. I thought we were happy." Logan blurted out as he entered her home.
"Easy sugah, yoh were losing interest in me, our sex life was a joke, and yoh were scooping the same guys Ah was." She smiled. "Logan, it okay. Ah'll help ya come to terms with it, no one has to know until yoh ready."
Logan was pulled out of his reverie, as Mari approach him with a fine-looking man on her arm. What was it about redhead? "Logan, Ah want ya ta meet Remy LeBeau, he just transferred from the University of New Orleans. He's needing ta make a few friends and Ah told him this was the place ta start." Mari plopped her nicely rounded butt next to Wolf and pulled Remy beside her. "Remy, this is Logan Wolf our star hockey player, he get offers from all over ta go pro."
Remy lips spit into his ever-popular grin. "I bet 'e does." Remy reached around Mari and offered his hand to the shorter man.
Logan just stared at it. "What the fuck did ya mean by that remark, pretty boy."
"Nuttin cher, just looks like y' got de build to play hard ball."
Logan took the other man's hand in a tight grasp and shook it.
"Oh mah, there's Jeanie, Ah'll be right back, fellows." Mari was gone.
Logan glanced over at the ideal woman and her ever-present bodyguard Scott, captain of the varsity football team and boy genius. He had truly loved Mari when they were together, but Jeanie had always taken his breath away, even now.
Scott glared at the hockey player. "Why in the hell is he always watching you." He turned to face his lover. "One of these days I'm going to wipe that smug smile off his face."
"Scott, chill. Logan's a friend of both of ours. Try to remember that, dear."
The man next to Logan was saying something. "So mon ami, tell me 'bout dis place."
Logan took another swig from his bottle. "Not much ta tell."?
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Hours later Logan watched as Mari left with one of the guys from the swimming team (Robby Drake).
"So cher, wanta get a cup o' coffee or somet'ing." Remy sensuous lips spit into a grinned.
"Sorry Gumbo, but I don' think I done drinking yet. I'm heading ta a friend's house. Yer welcome to come along." Logan tried to ignore the quivering in his stomach. When he attempted to stand he swayed into the taller man. "Sorry." Was all he said as he regained his balance. He knew where this was going to lead, all night the most lovely women had tried to pick-up on either him or Remy, but they had
been content to remain in their own private world. Now they're leaving together. Shit, his was afraid.
The man was amazing, not only did he have a breathtaking body, but a mind to go with it. They had talked for hours and never ran out of thing to say to each other. He knew Logan was nervous, Remy wonder if he'd ever done this before, gone home with another man. LeBeau could sense the lust burning deep inside the other man and he burned too. He placed a steadying hand on the shorter mans shoulder. He felt the heat radiating off Logan's body. "C'mon cher, we take dis party somewhere else, oui."
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Once inside the apartment Logan lead Remy to the couch. Remy rapped his long fingers into Logan' furry hair and pulled his closer.
Remy's lips began to churn slowly against Logan's in a slow passionate rhythm. "God, yer so soft, but ya need a shave, Gumbo." Logan nearly purred.
Remy laughed. "Cher, dat like de kettle calling de pot black, non." And deepened the kiss. Remy began slowly undressing the man before him. Ending the heated kiss for only a second to remove Logan
shirt. "Mon amour, you taste so good."
The shorter man stood to remove his pants. Remy stared at the vision in front of him. LeBeau knew Wolf's creator had to love generous quantities, Remy grinned to himself. He pulled Logan down on the
couch. "Wait a minute, something's wrong here. Yer gonna play ya gotta dress fer it, kid." And Logan started to undress the taller man. Remy brushed his hands aside and quickly removed his clothes. "Wanta taste more of y' cher." And he pushed Logan deep into the sofa.
Remy parted Logan's legs and ran his hands down the inside of his sensitive tights, then gently ran his fingers up and down Logan's hard dick, lightly jerking him, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. "Like cher, Remy gonna make y' feel so good." Remy placed feather light kisses around Logan's navel and moved further south. Logan thought he was going to loose his mind, the pleasure was so great. If he's had any doubts about his sexuality they vanished in that instance.
The Cajun licked the clear liquid from the tip of his partners cock and smiled when Logan groaned. Remy then completely engulfed Logan's entire shaft in his oh so hot mouth. Ever so slowly withdrawing the engorged shaft until only the very head remained and licked around the rim gliding his hard tongue along the swollen slit. Logan moaning told him he was doing something right and continued his gentle
torture. Remy felt Logan nuts tightening up and moved his hand to caress the split of his ass, paying special attention to the pink rosebud pucker gently pressing his middle finger against the opening. "How's dat, cher." And drew a cool breath over the head of his cock.
Logan sat and pulled Remy level to his eyes and growled, "Finish it, Gumbo, yer killing me." And kissed him hard the lips then shoved him down his feverish body. The Acadians' laughter filled the Canadians
head and he laid back enjoying the other man sweet attentions. Remy sucked firmly and urgently, his tongue stroking the length of the swollen shaft on the underside. Logan body tense then began to
convulse. Remy drew back so that just the head of Logan's penis was in his mouth and drank of the maybe not so sweet, but oh so satisfying syrupy liquid. Logan just laid there trying to regain his
even breathing and ran his strong fingers through Remy's silken hair.
"Logan, I wanta t' feel y' deep inside me. Remy looked up at him through hooded eyelids. Logan knew there was no turning back.
Remy woke to an empty spot in the bed beside him. He leaned into it and inhaled the strong masculine scent left in the sheets. Another hetero in denial, Logan would be back, Remy would see to it.
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Remy was sitting at his desk early Sunday morning going over his schedule when the door opened. "Hey homme, nice to finally meet mon roomy." He turned as the door slammed shut. He lifted his shoulder in a questioning jester and walked to the door. He looked up and down the hall but it was empty. He sniffed his pits and closed the door.
Logan wanted to break something or someone. 'What the fuck.' He had to have worst luck when it came to life. His roommate! How in the world was he gonna sleep in the same room with him for the next year. He headed to the gym to work out his frustrations.
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Remy walked in to the P E building an half hour later and saw Logan pressing weight and walked over to him. "Hi mon ami, how's it hanging? Y' want me t' spot y'?"
Logan looked up to find a long pair of muscled thighs dusted in soft reddish-brown fuzz extending from short blue nylon shorts just above him head. "Get the fuck away from me, asshole."
Remy grinned at the solidly muscled man.
God his was a fine-looking man, Logan thought, then glared at him.
"Just offering y' a hand, cher."
"Well, offer it to someone else." Logan laid back down.
Remy didn't notice the tall man behind him. "Come on, pretty boy ya can spot me." A harsh voice commanded.
Remy looked around to see a 6'6" 270 plus mountain of a man standing at his side. The amber eyes that stared at him were cruel, they sent cold chills up his spin.
"I don' think so, homme." The Acadian purred back. Remy was put off by the other mans sadistic vibes, he would sooner lend a hand to a poisonous snake.
The bigger man grabbed Remy's sinewy arm and drew him eye to eye with him. "It wasn't a request, boy."
Logan stood and faced the two men. "Let the kid go, Creed."
"Fuck off, runt."
As quick as lightning Creed was on his back on the wooden floor.
The nasty man glared up at the smaller one. "What the fuck is he to ya, runt, yer hoe."
Wolf sneered at his adversary, "No, he's my roommate."
Remy mouth dropped open and he started to laugh. "So dat was y' earlier."
A growl from deep inside Logan's chest erupted. "Get over here n spot me, Gumbo."
"Sure cher, anytime." Remy couldn't help admire the well-defined chest and pecs on the man beneath him.

 

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