Title: The BIG easy

Author: Lu (LoganRemy@hotmail.com)

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Wolverine/Gambit

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Logan and Remy on vacation in New Orleans.

Disclaimer: the X-men belong to Marvels...I'm not making any money...... ...... but I'm having so much fun with the characters.

Notes: This is my first story ever, (not counting college) please be kind, please.

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The BIG easy

By Lu

 

You got the look of a howlin' wolf
I like it
The kind of eyes that could start a fire
Yes, I like it
A streetwise dynamo
I switch you on and I watch you go
A thrill to touch, you're so hot
I'm coming for you ready or not

Def Leppard

 

The entire corner of Bourbon/St. Ann's was lit up like a x-mas tree. The sidewalk was packed with tourist and residents alike all out for a good time in the French Quarter. The short brawny man was wearing dark T and snug fitting jeans stared ahead, shaking his head, sending his wild main of dark hair flying. Logan checked the slip of paper in his pocket. This was the correct address, Wolverine wandered as he shoved the paper in his front pocket, what was that damned Cajun up to. Wolverine was definitely going to make him pay for this crap. First for dragging him down here and second for sending him to a gay club. Well, hell he might as well go inside and find out what this was all about. The bar was located down-stairs, a giant screen T.V. was playing loud music videos. Logan headed to the bar, hoping a few drinks would lessen his temper. He ordered a beer and found a booth in the back then sat down and waited. It was just plain strange watching all these men dancing, flirting, and touching, and not a woman in sight. It really didn't bother him that much, but damn some of these guys were magnificence, they could put any woman to shame. Logan shifted in his seat to lessen the pressure in his pants. No one bothered hitting on Logan the look on his face was enough to scare the biggest, strongest of males away.
Logan sensed the younger man just before he sauntered up to the booth. Even with so many hot sweaty aroused males dancing around it would have been impossible to miss the familiar odors that belonged to his teammate. The kid was wearing the same old trench coat that covered him body armor and worn out blue jeans, some things didn't change no matter where he went.
With an effortless grace that was Remy, he slid into the seat across from older man. "Logan, Remy's glad y' could make it." The Cajun purred staring into those cold blue eyes.
"What the hell is going on LeBeau, ya call the Professor tell him ya got to see me right away, give him an address, date, n time, then hang up on him. Then I end up in a flaming nightclub for guys." Logan snapped. "Did ya know that Chuck called the Guild and was told ya took off into the city, no goodbyes, no drop dead or go to hell, ya just left. Now what's going on, bub." Wolverine thought he sounded like the kid's father, going on and on, but he couldn't help it he was pissed and wanted answers.
"Mind if I get something t' drink first, Wolvie." Remy asked in that soft sexy voice that worked so well on the others.
"Sure as shit Gumbo, if you're playing games with my head, I'm going to gut you right here, right now. "Logan growled, at this point he was seriously annoyed, why didn't the kid get the drink before he'd hit the table. He wanted some answers, now.
The Cajun just stared at Wolverine, demon eyes into hard blue eyes. "Damn it, make it quick and get me another beer." Logan barked, shaking his head in exasperation. He couldn't read the kid, he was closed up, he looked lost, and something else, lonely. He'd tried to be his friend especially after Rouge had run off, the rest of the X-Men had calmed down and quit blaming his for her leaving, making him feel more at home. But now what, Remy was up to something, trying to shock him was that it, why was he doing it. Or was he in trouble and needed Wolverine ta bail him out.
Wolverine watched Remy while he stood at the bar, noticing not for the first time what a good looking kid he was. The Cajun downed a shot before grabbing the one bottle of beer and a bottle of Jim Beams and returning to the booth. Whatever it was, it must be something serious if he needed a fifth to fortify himself. He wished one of the others had come down, he wasn't any good at this emotional crap. But Remy had asked for him, anyways he was hear now, how could he turn he back on a friend.
Remy had barely sat down when Logan demanded, "Spill it kid, everything! If yer in trouble I here to help ya." Logan watched the younger man's hand shake as he attempted to pour himself a shot. "Give me that, Gumbo" and Logan filled the glass for him. Then just sat there and stared at Remy willing him to speak, before he hit him. Remy was driving him nuts.
"Maybe dis wasn' such a good idea" Remy sighed, not raising those red on eyes to meet Logan's blues.
"Maybe I should kick yer ass, now quick stalling and tell me what's wrong." Logan ordered, reaching over and grabbing the kid's jaw in one large hand and lifting his face to stare into Remy's unusual eyes. "Out with it, I'm here to help, ya know I not going to hurt ya." Logan said a bit more compassionately.
Instead of answering, Remy removed Logan's hand from his face, stood and leaned over the table and gently brushed his lips across the older man's. Then dropped back down into his seat, grabbing the whiskey and downing it straight from the bottle. Logan didn't give him a change to put the Jim Beam down, he just snatched the bottle out of the Cajun hand and down half the whiskey in one swallow. Logan was stalling, trying to think of something to say, anything to say, but he couldn't, so he got mad.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean, Gumbo?" Logan choked out, unable to meet the other man's eyes.
"What the hell y' t'ink, ol' man." Remy shot back, devil eyes blazing bright.
The noise, sights, and smells from the club was bearing down on Logan, he needed to get out of here, clear his head, and straighten this thing out with Remy. "Do you have someplace a little less noisy we can talk, kid?" Logan asked trying to calm his voice.
"W'y, you going to 'urt Remy, ma'be kill 'im?"
Logan smiled at that, not real smile but enough of one to put the Cajun at ease. "Naw Cajun, I ain't gonna hurt ya, we need to talk and this is not the place ta do it."
"Qui mon, I have a cottage down de street, lets go." Gambit rose as he spoke, snatching the fifth.
Logan slid into the rental car and dialed the Professor, if nothing else he put his mind at ease. Just as he was hanging up Remy pulled next to Logan on his bike and nodded for the older man to follow him. 'Remy had had a string of affairs both female and male since Rouge's departure, but he'd never gone after anyone at the mansion male or female. He'd seemed to adjust quiet well to the current a situation. They'd partied around when there was nothing better ta do. Gambit had never hinted about anything like feelings. Now this, how to let him down easy, him didn't to hurt the kid, he truly cared about him, but not that way.'
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Remy was still breathing, dat was a decent start. De wind blew t'rough his long crimson hair, as de ol' shovelhead sped down the road with Wolverine ri't be'ind 'im. He knew Logan wasn' homosexual, not even bi, but Remy'd been in love wid' de man for a very long time. It was time 'e declared 'e feeling, 'e knew 'e 'ad a snowballs chance in 'ell, but 'e 'ad to try. If Logan rejected 'im, well e'd 'ave to live with dat, at lease 'e 'ad given 'is best for love. Remy 'ad decided the t'ird day 'e was 'ere, 'e missed de man and de time dey spend taget'er at the mansion, riding bikes, drinking at bars, but worried dat 'is admission mig't ruin dey're future as friends. After 'is confession Remy wander if Logan would still be able to be 'is friend? W'at would Remy do if 'e lost 'is closest friend because e'd tried to turn 'im into 'is lover?
The cottage Remy pulled in front was small, but clean and the neighborhood seamed safe enough, Logan pulled in behind the Cajun's bike and got out of the car, retrieving his bag out of the trunk. Remy waited for Logan before heading into the house. It appeared to be a two bedroom, one bath, kitchen, and main room witch contained a couch, chair, and a sound system. The hard wood floor was covered in an expensive oriental carpet, dark drapes covered the windows. "Not bad Gumbo... you ready to talk?" Logan asked, still looking around the room.
"Y' want somet'ing to drink first?"
"Sure, what ever ya got." Was Logan reply.
"Aren't you afraid Remy try and get y' drunk, cher'?" Remy had a wicked gleam in he eyes. Logan only shook his head.
Remy returned a few seconds later with two glasses filled with amber liquid. "Sit down, cher', dis may take awhile." Remy spoke as he sat on the far side of the couch. Logan took the opposite side, twisting to have a better view of the Cajun. Logan took a deep swallow of the content in glass, taken pleasure in the burning sensation as it went down. He just couldn't think of anything to say, so he waited.
"So homme, y' didn' have a clue about how Remy felt?" Red on black eyes bore holes through Logan.
Logan shook his head and took another swallow of his drink, avoiding the young man's eyes. His thoughts kept returning the gentle kiss they'd shared at the bar. Just a brush across his lips, he felt no stirring in his lower regions, but still it bothered him, he liked women damn it. Why couldn't he just forget about it.
Remy nodded he head rustic hair falling to partly cover his eyes. "Den Remy 'ave a proposition 'e want y' ta 'ear, Remy know ya non inta men, but spend the remainder of dis vacation with Remy and ride back wid' 'im. No funny business just ol' amis." Holding his breath, he waiting for Logan to respond.
"I don' know, Cajun. I'm havin' a hard time with this. Let me sleep on it. We still need to talk about it, but it can keep 'till the morning." There was no hostility in his tone, just a deep weariness. Logan could smell the dread pouring off the kid and Logan felt like shit.
Wolverine looked ol'er since 'e 'ad arrived and Remy knew it was 'is fault. Fils de pute, it was 'is fault, 'e 'ad known Logan wouldn' go for dis and now Remy 'ad lost 'is closes friend. "Com' on cher', Remy show y' ta y'ur room." The Cajon spoke without facing Logan, he didn' want the other X-Men to see 'is embarrassment. "Dere fresh towels in de bathroom, y' use it first." Remy said as he headed back to the kitchen.
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It wasn't unusual for Logan to have sleepless nights. He got out of bed around 3:00 am and decided to explore the neighborhood. He needed to clear his thoughts before his talked to the kid in the morning. If he left for home today how would the kid take it, another rejection. It was obvious that he hadn't gotten over 'Rouge' running away, yet. And now he was doing it ta him again. He cared for the kid, yet this just bothered him for some reason, he wasn't prejudice, he had no problems with it, live and let live, he'd seen what hate could do ta the world, hadn' he fought it every day of his life. Damn, he'd make his choice.
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The small house was still dark when he returned. Logan sensed the other man's present before he had to door completely opened. "Ya couldn't sleep either, Cajun." Asked Logan as he flipped the switch next to the door. Remy sat in the same seat he'd used last night, instead of the coat and jeans he worn a pair of pajama bottom and nothing else. The kid had always had a great looking body and Logan had always admired it, like a fine though-breed, nothing more. He look like hell, Logan could smell depression like a sickness and decided to stop it now. "So kid if your offer still stands, I'll finish out your vacation time here with ya."
"Remy don' need your sympathy, Wolverine, just go home." It was barely above a whisper, Logan heard the despair in his voice and got a little pissed at the kid.
"Remy I'm not in the mood for yer self pity crap, and I'm sure as hell not staying out of sympathy for ya. Ya do need a friend right now and I'm the best ya got, understand." Remy nodded his head in agreement, but still wouldn't meet Wolverine's eyes. Logan walked up the Remy took he jaw into his hand and force the kid to look him in the eye. "I don' hate ya or feel strange about what ya said, oh yeah don't try pulling a stunt like the one last night or I'll break yer jaw." Logan released his hold and winked at the kid as his headed to the kitchen.
So Logan didn' hate Remy 'e just didn' wan t' be lovers and 'e was staying with 'im. Remy jumped off the couch and headed to his room to get a change of clothes.
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Logan heard Remy singing in the shower and saw that long sinewy figure with the warm spray running over his body. Damn, where had that come from, he wandered. If he had let it, his imagination would have taken it a step further. The Cajun was putting ideas in his head.
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"Come on Cajun, get in here and eat so we can hit the road." Logan bellow. "I want ta get a look at yer city."
Remy smiled, so Logan wanted to see Remy' city, 'e doubted dat, 'e just wanted to get out of dis small house. "Non cher', how about we go fishing out in the swamps, Remy knows a place t' get a boat and de gear or if y' wan' we can fish off de pier."
"What ever, want me ta throw a couple of sandwiches together?" Logan asked.
"Non, we can eat dere, it ain't dat bad of a place, ready, mon ami."
"Get yer skinny butt in here and eat first." Logan barked. Remy only chuckled response. The younger man sauntered into the kitchen to make his friend happy.
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"Com' on Cajun, lets take the rental. How 're we going to bring back all the fish we catch on that damn bike?" Logan challenged. Looking up and down the older neighborhood, noticing a lot of kids and animals in front of the small houses. It was a clean place to settle down, Logan wander if Remy planned on staying.
Remy had opted to leave his body armor and coat behind for the day and wore only a black t-shirt, 501 levis, and his favorite boots. He stared at Logan in his everyday blue jeans, snug fitting t-shirt, and of course his favorite working boots. He filled out the jeans, very nicely. No way was 'e getting int' dat cramped economy car w'en dey could travel in de open on de bike. "Logan, Remy promise non t' bite, do y' really want to be stuck in de littl' car instead of on dis bike?" Remy looked at him pleadingly.
"Then I drive, got it." Logan hissed through closed teeth, daring the Cajun to refuse.
Remy put the stand down and jumped off. "W'at ever cher, Remy non care." Gambit watched Logan slid on, Remy pulled the pegs out and slip on behind him wrapping his arms around Logan's waist glorifying in the feelling. Wanting to lay his head on Logan's broad shoulders. "And remember Gumbo, no funny stuff." Logan said as he sped away from the cottage.
Oh Remy would remember as soon as Logan slowed down a littl'. "Cher', y' want t' know where we 'eaded." Remy asked, very close the Logan ear, so he could be heard.
"Just tell me when ta turn." Logan growled back at the Cajun. What the hell had he gotten himself inta, he could feel every muscle of Gambit's stomach and chest against his back. It had never fazed him before, he never thought about the kid's arm wrapped around him either. At other times when one of their bikes had been down they'd doubled up to hit the bars. It wasn't Gambit either, he was keeping to his part of the bargain nothing was out of balance except for him. He'd changed, looking for hidden agendas that weren't there. He would be the cause if this friendships demise, not Remy. Get a grip on it Canucklehead or ya'll both loose. Wolverine leaned back into the younger man and decided to enjoy the ride and the company.
Remy enjoyed ever second of dis closeness. Logan made 'im feel safe and secure, 'e was one of de few people Remy had ever trusted. They were bot' loners, never really confiding in de others. Keeping to demselves w'ile de others had formed strong friendships. They had found a sort of comfort in each other. It was so nice to wrap 'e arm and legs around dis man, feel 'is warmth seep into his own body. Remy fought the sensations dat kept gnawing at his sex, dat would ruin everyt'ing, so 'e wrestled de feelings down. It 'ad always been dis way when Remy rode bitch embracing Logan, filling 'is senses with the smells of Logan, longing to lick the thick neck and nibble on de ears, but Remy 'ad't and Logan 'ad never commented on the hard-ons 'e gotten on dose rides. Remy 'ad grown tired of sleeping around, 'e got littl' joy out of it and 'e wanted to settle down. But the only person 'e would even consider wasn' interested. He let his mind drift off to the beautiful county dey were riding through and tried to stay focused enoug' to tell Logan when to turn.
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They had followed a twisting road, which was bordered on both sides by the swamp. The old cypress trees overhang above the surface of the water, at some areas they were just a few feet from the road. The swamp had an ageless quality about it, especially on an over cast days like this. This was the best time to fish and both men knew they'd catch their limit.
"That's the store, it looks abandoned." Wolverine snarled. "Ya sure somebody's in there?
"Don' worry Wolvie, let get our gear before de crowds hit." Remy said stretching from head to toe to get the kinks out.
Remy pounded on the counter inside the shack, turning to look at his teammate. "Logan it's OK, t'ings are slower out 'ere de residents dey're multi talented. Dey can do a littl' dis and a littl' dat and still de job it gets done."
"Is dat you, LeBeau?" a cranky voice called from the back.
"Oui cher', come t' do some fis'ing."
"Ah Remy, it dat y' and w'o is dat man." An old gristle man challenged.
"Just mon ami, Timmy." Remy dared him with his bold stare. "Y' got a couple of poles for us or do we go elsewhere."
"Ya know dere no w'ere else to go, ya black 'earted man." As the old man spoke Remy enveloped him in a bear hug and swung him around in a wide circle, bombarding little kisses over his entire face. "Put me down y' lit' bitte." Cackled the man called Timmy. "Of course y' cin barrow de poles, stop now." More laughter followed.
"Y' getting lazy boy, the sun's gonno set soon, w'y y' non 'ere at the daybreak."
"It's 9:30 ol' man and we're on vacation." Remy sputtered.
"De gators, dey making deir presen' known, w'y not stay on de pier, t' make an ol' man happy. Timmy softly slapped the young Cajun's face.
"If it makes you happy, ol' man." Remy took the hand slapping him and kissed the palm. "If it makes y' happy."
The planks that make up the weather worn pier were as smooth as could be, Remy stood there staring into swirling mist and murky water beneath. "Logan we catch somet'ing good for our supper tonight, oui."
"We ain't gonna catch anything if we don' put our poles in, get moving." Logan was standing by the gear waiting for him. This country was just as untamed as his home, but so different, it's beauty was all around them. Ya just had to open yer heart to it. It gave him a good feeling ta be out here. He wandered about Remy, how'd he know about this place, being city born and raised. Probably an uncle or something that moved out here when he retired, Logan decided not ta pry, if the Cajun wanted him to know he'd tell him.
They sat in a complete but not an uncomfortable silence, every once in a while one would turn to gaze at the other for a second or two. It was a relaxing time, so far each had caught the same number of fish and the competition was on, one just waiting to tip the scale.
Logan decided it was a good time to broach the subject that had been nawing at him since Remy had dropped that bomb last night, he wanted the kid to think about what was causing him this poblem, why he thought he felt something, however in reality he didn' feel anything. "Remy, I want a talk ta ya about something ya might have missed, something that happened before this whole thing got started and why ya think ya got these feelings." Logan stammered. Remy leaned back, stretched out and turned onto his side, a slight smiled place around his supple lips and gave his complete attention to Wolverine. "I think yer lonely and sick of all these one night stands, ya miss Rouge and yer looking ta yer closest friend for comfort. I don't think ya know what ya feel." Logan was feeling like a total idiot, he wipe his wet hands on his jeans then looked at the kid for comprehension.
"Sorry cher, de reason Rouge left in de first place was because o' de feeling I 'ave for y'. Don't worry Remy never told 'er who." Remy squirmed a little on the wooden pier beneath him. "Remy realized 'e did't love 'er that way and w'en 'e found out Henri was getting a necklace from Genosha, Remy let 'er know 'ow 'e truly felt. 'e didn' want t' use 'er or hurt 'er. S'e believed it was an ot'er femme, if s'e 'ad even guessed it was a homme, s'e'ld 'ave killed me." Remy pushed himself up on one elbow and continued. "S'e could't take all the people I broug't t' de mansion, dat w'y s'e took off. Next t'ing Remy knew, we started 'itting de bars w'en ever we got a c'ance and riding bikes taget'er, Remy dought 'e died and gone t' 'eaven, and y' know the rest of de story. Remy knew 'e did't have a chance, but 'e 'ad ta try." He finished, looking so miserable and vulnerable, lying there on the planks pouring his heart out. Logan just looked at him, he couldn't find words to make it better for either of them, so he just watched.
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Remy drove the way back home not even noticing the beauty along the roadside. The feeling o' Logan's arms around 'im for de last time broke 'is 'eart. "e wanted to arch 'e back into Logan's chest, back and groin just t' remember de feel of 'im. 'e never let Remy get dis close t' 'im again. But 'e'd promised t' be good and Remy would never lie t' Logan. Remy kept to the speed limit to make this ride last a little longer.
Logan was deep in thought, how could he not have known. He unintentionally tightened his grip around the Cajun waist. Was this partly his fault, could he have sent mixed signals, he'd always enjoyed the kid's company, Gambit knew when ta keep his month shut, when to fight and how ta party. He had the next few days to come to terms with the situation or what he did't know. He took a deep whiff of the man in front of him and put it to memory.
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"Y' cooked de breakfast dis morning, Remy well take care of de dinner, cher', now go sit down."
Logan wandered around the living area looking at the few items there. Under the sound system were a couple of CD's and a number of books. He picked one up of the books and thumbed through it. "Micromegas" by Voltaire written in French. Logan had read the English translation years early, if he remembered correctly it was quiet interesting. So the kid was seeking the knowledge of integrity and honesty, knowing he was unlikely to find them in this world. "Heavy stuff, Gumbo." Logan held the book out, when Remy stuck his head out of the kitchen.
"It came wid' de house." Remy returned to cooking supper.
"Yer lying, Gumbo." Logan shot back, there was no response from the Cajun except a call to dinner.
"Looks good, kid." Logan looked the small dinette table, two place setting, a platter of blackened fish, a bowl of red beans and rice and a bottle of chardonnay.
Remy smiled at him from across the room still filling a basket with bread. "Sit down, homme, 'n start eatin', Remy be rig' t'ere."
"Taste great. Remy why do ya always want people to think yer uneducated, I know that's yer book out there, shit I've read the English version, myself. It no big deal."
"Don' want y' ta t'ink Remy's a sissy or somet'ing, cher'."
Logan's cold blue eyes drilled holes through the kid. "If yer talking about the fact that ya blow both ways, Gumbo, I've known that for years, remember. It's never matter before, has it."
Remy tried to keep eye contact with the other man, but failed. "Non, it didn' matter before."
"And it doesn't matter now, look Remy I don't think any different o' ya for what ya said. I want to remain friends, I like ya kid, if ya can handle it, that is ." Now it was Wolverine's turn to lower his gaze from the younger man's.
"Remy can." Was Gambit's simple reply.
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Remy put a CD of BeauSoleil on, then returned to the couch. "Remy, 'as anutter favor to axe y'."
"Ask, Cajun." Logan looked relaxed, sitting there sipping a glass of wine.
"Belladonna's, y' remember her" Logan nodded. "S'e 'aving a big jamboree for de Guilds, de only reason Remy came down 'ere, and wanted t' know if y' go wid' 'im."
"Black Tie, shit? Remy ya know I can' stand those damn things."
"It's not a date, just want y' ta go as my friend."
"I still have ta dress up in a monkey suit." Logan was growling.
"Dat OK, just axed." Remy produced a card out of nowhere and exploded into thin air.
"Trying to scare me, Cajun." Logan chuckled. "Don't worry, I go with ya. When is it, I need time to get a tux."
"Couple o' days, we can pick one up tomorrow. T'anks cher." Remy genially smiled.
"If that's it I'm gonna turn in, or is there anything else." Logan glanced at Remy waiting for another time bomb, he was gonna need a few days off when he got back to recoup from this vacation.
"Naw Wolvie, not'ing Remy can t'ink o'." He smirked.
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Remy had insisted they order the tux before going to breakfast. The streets was now packed with tourist and residents. It took them twenty minutes to park the rental and Logan was quickly losing appeal for the whole thing. "Now cher', Remy gonna show y' some o' the sights o' 'e city." Remy smiled down at him, tugging on his arm pulling him along.
The Market had been built on the River with over a hundred shops carrying tobacco, perfumes, fresh meats, and a large number of café. Street performers added to the carnival atmosphere. The smells and sound and sights assaulting all of Wolverine's senses and Remy's constant chatter, all added to his feeling of weirdness. Logan was not uncomfortable, really, was in no hurry to leave, but something was wrong. Then it just hit him, he'd never been lead around by a man yanking on his arm. Logan stopped dead in his tracks and watch as Remy fell back into him. He steadied the younger man with his other hand.
"Cher'." Remy looked puzzled.
"I not addle minded, even with all these people I be able to find ya if I lost ya." Remy still didn't understand. "Ya don't have to haul me around, I can follow ya." Logan smiled at his friend.
"Ahhh, sorry cher'." Remy smiled sheepishly. "Dis is de place, best food around." And Remy grabbed Logan's arm and pulled him inside. Logan laughed as they went inside.
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The Cajun was right the food was terrific and the band was good, it was obvious they were local talent, but they did a terrific job. Remy has insisted on ordering this concoction consisting of an English muffin with Canadian bacon, marchand de vin sauce, poached eggs on top, then topped with hollandaise sauce, grilled tomatoes on the side, with fried corn meal mush, Cajun-style.
"In N'Awlins dey have a saying. 'We don't eat t' live, but live t' eat'. Y' look like a local, cher."
"This place has atmosphere, feels good here, thanks Gumbo." Logan sat straighter in his seat. "Com' on and show me this cit of yer's."
"Next we gonna visit Bourbon Street, cher, you gonna like is a lot. We gonna party en look at all de pretty femme." Remy winked. "Maybe we take a few home, w'at y' t'ink, hmm."
"Sounds great, sounds like the ol' Gambit, lead the way." Logan slapped Remy on the back as they left the café.
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"Most de bars are opened 24 hours a day, seven days a week, Remy t'inks if we start now we'll finish de street sometime before dawn." The Cajun walked into the first bar, 'The Big Easy Cigar Bar'. Logan followed sighed, "Home at last."
Once seated at the bar his pulled out a cigar, bit off the tip and lit up. "What's the game plan Cajun?" Logan took a close look at the kid, noticing just how young he was, his face was free of wrinkles, maybe that was the reason he kept an afternoon shadow to hide his youth from the rest of the world. He tried to hide other thing by letting the silky rustic hair hang over his face, his demon eyes.
Remy waited until Logan was finished examining his face before he spoke. "Remy got somet'ing on his face, cher?" Fighting the desire to wipe his face.
Logan shook his head. "Naw, I was just noticing how young ya are. You grew up around here didn't ya."
"Rig't in dis area, best picking for a t'ief. So many vacationers not paying attention ta w'at dey doing, made de job sooo easy. It was real easy pickens, cher."
"Ya want to talk about it, Remy?" Logan asked.
"Dere not'ing t' tell, Wolvie. Dat's de past Remy's fine, now. Really, cher." Gambit patted Logan's hand. " Start drinking, mon ami, or we never gonna hit all de bars." Remy wanted to make Logan understand he had changed, 'e was a man now and could take care of himself.
Wolverine realized he was treating Remy like Kitty or Jubilee, but Remy was a man. They both kept numerous secrets too many to count, he had a right to them, just as Wolverine did. He'd shared a very private part of himself by revealing his feelings, Logan'd have to wait until he regained Remy trust. "Lead the way, kid."
By the third or fourth bar, maybe the fifth, Logan decided it was definitely time to eat. Alcohol has less effect on him than the Cajun, his mutant healing power allowed him to get mellow, but never smashed. Remy was slurring his words ever so slightly and his was slouching on the bar stood. When the bartender asked if they needed refills, Logan said no, but asked. "Do ya need reservations ta eat here?"
"Not at all, it Tuesday, no crowds. Head on through that arch, probably no waiting either." Logan took hold of the kid's arm and pulled him to his feet, turning Logan thanked the bartender.
"Gambit non drunk, Logan, why we have t' eat?"
"Because I don' want ya getting drunk this early in the evening and ruining the rest of the night for both o' us."
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The Tricou House had live music nightly featuring jazz, young ladies stood on the balcony exposing themselves to the passer bys. Logan tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, he looked at Remy and gave him a lop sided grin. "Dere more inside, cher." And Remy smiled back.
Once seated at the bar Remy said to Logan, "W'en de sun sets, dis city s'e start steaming."
Logan had to agree and he was pretty sure he'd be in a fight before the end of the night. There was too much male hormones in the air each trying to prove he was the alpha male and if push came to shove, Wolverine knew who the alpha male truly was. He liked the good-looking women showing off their bodies, but that was where it stopped, he wasn't looking for trouble.
Just then a very appealing redhead hustled up to Remy and pulled his head down to her breast, shaking them in his face. Remy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, laughing all the time. As fast as is had happened it was over. Remy downed his drink and motioned for another one. "Now it gets dangerous, cher, w'en we leave it's each man for 'imself. The femmes will attack anything wid' pants on."
Logan wasn't worried it usually took a while for women ta warm up ta him, he would more than likely be safe.
Unfortunately for Wolverine the woman of New Orleans were beyond warm and needed no further encouragement to throw themselves at him and his teammate. Logan laughed for the pure pleasure of it, years had past since he had experience anything like this and Remy seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did. Logan grabbed Remy by the shoulder and yanked him into the closes doorway. "What is like on the weekend, bub?"
Remy just grinned at his friend. "Ya gotta be kidding, Remy." Remy just burst out laughing. "Oui, cher, Remy tried ta warn y', dere's a nice pub up de way. We'll be safe in dere for a w'ile, com on." He pulled Logan behind him and ran for safety. Unfortunately they didn't make it and Remy was waylaid by another beautify femme. Remy stopped so fast that Logan ended up on top of the two. The women cried out and Logan tried to untangle himself from the couple beneath him. It was to late, some macho stud was there to save the lady and there was going to be a fight. There were few things Logan loved more than a fight, to mash and break anyone who challenged him. "Hey bub, it was an accident, just let us go on our way." He tried the friendly way out.
"Fuck you, that's my wife, your friends got his hands all over her, I'm goin ta kick his ass." Logan laughed into his face. "My friend seems to have his hands full, how about kicking my ass." The last was said in a low growl.
Remy had regained his footing and was now standing, holding the woman by her arm. "Joie de vivre, it is over, yer wife is fine, y' don' really want ta make 'er a widow, non."
The stranger took a hard look at the two men, reached for his wife and fled.
"Sorry cher, didn' mean t' ruin yer fun." Remy smiled that charming smile of his, the one that had every female in ten block radius falling over themselves to get his attention.
"Can't have everything ya want. I thought we were gonna get drunk, quit standing around and find us a bar, Gumbo."
The Fritzel's was the prefect bar, it was loud, there was dancing everywhere, old and young alike were shaking their boodies trying to attract the opposite sex. Bodies were attempting to get closer that humanly possible without removing their clothes. The place reeked of alcohol, sweat, desire, lust, and of course the alpha male staking out his territory. There were no empty tables or booths, so they tried at the bar. Finding one stool Logan forced Remy to take it. Remy order two bourbons neat and stared at Logan. He could live like dis, dis was as good as it would get and 'e could live wid' it. 'e love the ol'er man, not'ing could change dat. But Logan would still s'are a part o' 'is life wid' 'im and Remy would be dam grateful.
Logan wander at the dreamy look the Cajun was giving him, those demon eyes seemed to look into his sole. Logan decided not ta worry about it and just get as close ta drunk as his could. "Cajun, order the whole damn bottle, this one shot as a time ain't getting it." Logan threw back his drink.
After their second bottle, Remy decided it was time to move on to another bar. It was getting late and they would never finish the rest of the bar on this street if they stayed here. It took the poor Cajun two attempt before he was able to stand away from the stood, he refused Logan's help.
Logan felt no pain, he didn't feel anything, just a nice buzz. He kept one eye on Remy, the kid was mashed. They walked a couple blocks when they hit a club. "Non, cher, y' non want t' go in dere, believe me." "Logan, dat a gay club, look very few femme."
"I'm a big boy, Gumbo, and I can take care o' myself, got that." Logan snickered.
"Fine don' get upset when Remy says, told ya so."
Logan drape an arm over Remy's shoulder and sauntered into the Oz. The noise level was deafening. The pairing of couples was everywhere. The smells, the sights, and the sounds were primal, Wolverine had to keep a tight hold on his humanity. And not so tight a hold on Remy.
"W'y don' y' get de drinks, Remy has t' go t' de restroom. Den we'll find a booth, OK cher." Remy was very wobblely on his feet.
"Sure ya can make it?"
Remy waved his hand in the air and staggered off.
Logan found a suitable booth and set up the two glasses and bottle, then sat down. He scanned the club in an attempted to locate the Cajun. And then saw him, he was in the grip of a king kong type person, his feet were dangling inches above the floor. The rage took over before Logan had a change to think. When Wolverine reached the pair, he could hear Remy gasping for air. Logan could smell the sulfur of the burn off of one of Remy's cards. The man was a goner. Wolverine snatched Remy from man mountain's grasp and processed to hammer into the guys gut. It took the ape a few minutes to realize what had happened, by then it was all over, he'd stumped to the floor.
"Kid ya alright.?" Logan sank to Remy and started looking for signs of injures. He slipped the trench coat off his shoulder and noticed the burnt marks on the front of his shirt. "Remy can ya hear me, are ya OK?" He must have charge an object, probably a card, too close to his own chest when it exploded. The asshole was to drunk to know what happened not even after Logan taken him out.
Remy put a hand on Logan's chest. "Remy's fine, cher." It was barely a whisper. Logan pushed the kid's head back and looked at his neck. How had his missed that, it was already starting to bruise. The guy had tried to crush his windpipe, Logan spun his head around. It was to late the bastard had already made his escape. Logan lifted Remy to his feet and helped back to their table.
"Here drink this, kid." Logan handed Remy a glass filled with bourbon. "Now what happened back there?" He filled the other glass for himself and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Dat man didn' want t' take non for an answer. Remy told 'im 'e a'ready 'ad a date. Sorry cher, Remy didn't try to embarrass ya" He nursed his drink, his throat was sore.
"I'm not embarrass. Just worried, does this happen often.?" Logan reached for the bottle to pour another drink.
"Non cher, de man was stoned on somet'ing and was invincible."
"Well kid, I think we should call it a night, how about ya."
"Sure Wolvie, Remy's wid' y'."
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Logan didn't make his usual AM trek, and both men slept well past noon. When Remy did awake it was with a loud shout. "Logan, get up we got t' pick up yer tux before the s'op closes."
Logan jumped out of the bed, running for the door, the kid was in trouble again. Remy stood there in his pajama bottoms gawking at the older man standing in front of him bare ass naked, claws extended ready for battle. "Maybe we don' need de tux after all." Remy purred then turned around and when back into his room.
Logan stood there for another second. Morning hard-on were the so inconvenient, and now he'd just flashed the one person he would have preferred not to.
Breakfast was a subdued event each man deep into his own thoughts. Just a few cold hush puppies and pot of strong coffee. Remy feared t'ey be late and unable t' get Logan's tux and 'e would 'ave t' go along. Belle would 'ound 'im ta deat' if 'e came alone and Remy would miss Logan if 'e stayed here at de cottage.
Logan needed some time alone to straighten out his head. Which meant getting away from Remy. "Gumbo, how about letting me take yer bike out and ya use the car ta pick-up the tux." Logan didn't quiet meet the younger man's eyes as he asked.
"Oui, just be back by 5:00 dis evenin'." Was Logan 'aving second thoug'ts, was 'e tryin' t' gracefully back out o' deir deal. "Y' know, cher, all y' 'ave ta say is ya want out, it's OK."
"Naw, nothing like that, I just need some time alone. I'll see ya about five, then." Logan said as he left the house.
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It was a quarter after five and still no Logan. Remy was an X-Men and suppose ta be able ta 'andle anyt'ing, but dis was making 'im ill. The worrying if Logan was somew'ere in a dict' on de side of de road, 'ad 'e took off for 'ome? It was de non knowing, 'e needed to get a 'andle on dis now. W'at would happen when dey got back t' de mansion and Logan took off. One second 'e was love sick, de nex' 'e was a mutter 'en. Remy was acting out o' c'aracter, 'e was de free spirit, de man wid'out a care. Unrequited love would be de deat' o' 'im. So deep into thought Remy never heard the motorcycle pull up.
"Hey Cajun, thought ya be ready by now, get moving." Logan barked.
"Merde, w'ere 'ave y' been, yer late, Remy worried y' non s'ow and 'e 'ave non date." sputtered Gambit.
"So it is a date after all. Y'er really worried? Kid get a grip." Logan chuckled and headed toward his room to get ready.
Remy stood dere in confusion, Logan was teasing 'im.
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The Institute was housed in an early Dutch designed mansion. The lawns surrounding the school were manicured, tidy hedges, several beautiful flower gardens, it was picturesque. Belladonna's home put is to shame, a Greek Revival architecture plantation, with moss-draped oaks that lined the drive, delightful Grecian gardens all set against the backdrop of the Mississippi River.
"Yer old lady's gotta nice place, Cajun." Logan prodded, grinning like fat ol' cat.
Remy only snorted at that remark. Logan was enjoying dis far t' much.
Belle greeted them at the entrance. "Remy, my dear." She purred. Then she turned to greet his guest, the smile died on her face. "Wolverine." She sounded as if she'd found something vile on the sole of her shoe.
"Nice seein ya again, Donna." Logan smiled. Belladonna went livid.
"Cher, w'y don' y' invite us in, Remy promise t' keep 'e eyes on, Wolvie." Dropping his arm over her shoulder and pushing she forward.
"Remy, ya know dis is business, w'y y' bring 'im." She huffed.
"Cher, 'e can 'ear y'. I brought 'im cause 'e my friend, OK, or y' want us t' leave." Remy turned her to face him. Waiting for her answer.
"Non, stay." Belladonna turned to Logan. "Dis is a formal dinner, all de forks, spoons and the rest, don' humiliate me, y' understand." She glared at him.
To no one in particular Logan said, "That wen' well."
Remy 'ad forgotten de bad feeling between dese two, dis was gonna be a long night and mon dieu 'im in de middle.
Dinner had gone admiringly, Logan had proved himself once more to be a very able man. Not once did his make a faux pas. The brunette to his left was hanging on he every word. Logan was a success and thoroughly enjoying himself at Bella's expense. Remy listen t' Belle 'alf 'eartedly, de guilds non longer 'eld 'is interest, 'e been 'ome long enough, 'e was ready t' return 'ome, t' de X-Men.
Remy 'ad lost sig't o' Logan, 'e'd probably run off wid' de femme from supper. Perhaps dey went out on de balcony. 'e refused t' c'ase after 'im and 'is diversion. But non, dere was the littl chit talking t' someone on utter side o' de room. Merde, w'ere was Logan. Remy moved out onto the balcony to look for im.
"Hey Gumbo, business finishing up OK." Logan blew the smoke from his cigar into the night's air.
Remy settled next to Logan on the railing looking out at the lights of New Orleans. "It's a pretty sight, Cajun. She almost as nice as my home."
"Emm." Remy agreed. Remy liked standing 'ere, de view was beautiful and Logan was de best company 'e could axe for. Remy watched Logan's free hand resting on the rail and fought the desire to touch it. So strong, so big, w'at would it be like t' suck on eac' indivisible finger. T' nibble on de inner palm. 'e would never know. Better non t' dream.
Logan could smell and feel the desire, the disappointment, and the doubts coming the man next to him. He was gonna tell him after they got home, but this was as good a time as any. How to start, the kid had been staring at his hand for the last few seconds, might well start there. Logan cover the slender hand with his and watch intently as the red of Remy eyes grew as wide as saucers. Before Logan had a chance to speak Remy asked.
"Does dis mean y' can non longer be Remy's ami, cher."
Logan began to stroke the long nimble finger below his hand and found he was at a lost for words. He stared at Remy. "No, Remy, not that, I ..." He trailed off. His grip on the younger man's hand was getting brutal and he had to force himself to loosen up. "Sorry about that."
"Cher, w'at's dis all about. Tell Remy, w'at y' want. Let 'im help y'." Remy turned his hand in Logan's and treaded his fingers through Logan's.
All the other emotions that had been coursing through the Cajun's body had ceased and were replaced with fear, it was everywhere. Logan had not intended to spook the kid, he was having trouble finding the right words. He'd always been a man of action. Logan curled his free hand around Remy's neck and pulled him to his lips. The kiss was soft an exploration of new territory. When Logan attempted to deepen the kiss, Remy jerked away.
"W'at dis cher, w'at y' want, tell me." His devil eyes burned with the intense emotions coursing through his body.
Logan knew when put into battle against his worst foe his would be the victor, leave him in the wilderness with just his wit and he would thrived. But this feeling crap threw him. "What I'm trying ta say is, I have these feelings for ya, I don' know how far they go. I want ya and me to give it a try. We need ta take it nice and slow, I don' even know if I can, but I want ta try." The fingers were still interweaved with Logan's and his made no attempt to pull away.
"Cher, maybe we better take dis somew'ere a littl' more private, oui." Remy's eyes beamed.
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Remy rambled the entire way back to the cottage, Logan only caught bits and pieces. He liked listening ta Acadian drawl, the sultry voice flowing throughout his body, intensifying all his senses. He hoped he wouldn't disappoint the kid. He been in love before and this felt different, in some ways it more intense and in others just... different. He had a hard time imagining himself in a submissive role in any situation, how would Remy feel about that.
"Cher, y' non pay attention t' Remy, w'ere yer 'ead at. Wanted t' know w'at y' t'oug't about stopping t' get a bottle of bubblely t' celebrate."
"If that's what ya want, sounds great to me." Granted it was a littl' step, but it was in the right direction, Logan thought.
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Talk about the first night jitters, even Remy had run out of things to say. They sat across from each other on the couch sipping glasses of champagne.
"Cher, y' can go ta bed if y' tired, we talk in de morning, OK."
Logan shook his head. "Not tired, just thinking." He went on, "We starting out good friend and know a great deal about each other. Remy, I not sure about... I've never been with another man, just in the showers. I got pictures in my head of what goes on between guys. I," Logan shook his head "I don' know if I'm ready for it."
Remy let out a little laugh at Logan statement. "Remy never imagine' y' could care for 'im. Dis is more dan enoug', for 'im. "The pink tip of Remy's tongue darted between lips to lick the dry skin then his went on. "Sides we going take it nice an slow. Remy make y' real happy, cher."
Logan put his glass down and drug the taller man across his lap as he swung his own legs onto the couch. Then gazed into his beautiful red on black eyes. Remy felt the warmt' of his thigh' pressed against Logan's and 'e couldn' prevent a deep sigh from escaping. Logan ran his thumb along Remy's jaw line. He traced the outline of the younger man's soft lip with his fingertips, then lowered his head to explore those tender lips, sucking and licking them. He held Remy's head securely in between both of his hands controlling the depth of the kiss. Remy was slowly being driven insane wid' Logan control. 'e wanted to loose 'imself in de kiss. Taste and touch dis man above 'im, but ever time 'e made an attempted t' deepen de kiss Logan pulled away. 'e struggled to free both arms, dis was maddening.
"What wrong, Remy." Logan was having trouble with his control and liked Remy's struggles with his own. He couldn't help playing with him, it was just to easy.
"Please, cher." Remy begged.
"Please what, what da ya want." Logan smiled into the younger man's eyes.
"Bec mon chu." With that Remy rolled on to the carpet, then jumped on top of Logan. "Dis is w'at Remy wants, cher." Straddling his hips, the Cajun swooped down on the older man's lips, forcing them to part so he could plunder the treasures within. "Dis w'at Remy really wants, cher." The Cajun said as he nibbled on Logan's lower lip.
All the joking was gone from Logan, he reached under Remy's T-shirt and started to map this slender man stomach and chest.
Remy tugged off Logan T and began his own exportation of the lovely man under him. Not one ounce o' fat could be found anyw'ere on dis body, muscles and a w'ole lot satiny fur dat's all. Remy 'ad never in 'is wildest dream believes 'e would be 'ere touching dis amazing body. He vibrated with his pleasure.
Logan felt the pressure of Remy's cock poked him in the stomach and he stifled a groan, he knew his was in the same shape. He reached in-between their bodies and cupped the Cajun's hard-on, Logan flutter his fingers against Remy's captured dick. The poor kid nearly collapsed on top of Logan from the shock of it.
"Merde, merde, non cher, merde." Remy tried to catch his breath and slow his heart rate as he leaped to the floor. "W'y y' do dat, t' Remy, dat non funny, cher."
"Calm down, Cajun, I was just curious. Did I hurt ya?" Logan reached out for the Cajun's hand, but Remy pulled back.
"Remy?"
"We need ta slow down, cher. Remy don want y'........." He spread his fingers wide in front of him.
"Feeling awkward, I wasn', I was thoroughly enjoying it. If I feel uncomfortable I'll be the first one ta say something, got that. And the same goes for ya, don't like something, tell me, I'll quit. Now did I make ya uncomfortable when I touched ya." Logan's blue eyes bore into Remy's red-on-black, waiting for an answer.
"Remy, liked it a lot, too. Just don' want t' rush y', dat's all."
They needed ta talk before this whole thing got blown out of perception. "Remy, please sit here I promise not ta bit." Logan smiled encouragingly, patting the space next to him.
Remy took the seat and Logan took his hands. "Earlier when I said I didn't know how far I could with this relationship, I meant, damn, I feel like an idiot, I don't know about the,......" Logan entwine his fingers with Remy's. "being the submissive one, scares the hell out of me. I don't plan on walking out on us just because of that either. We have a solid foundation, not many of my pervious lover started out as friends, I figure this just might work."
"Dat w'at y' been concerned about, Remy take excellent care of y', w'en y' ready Remy make it nice. He was smothering Logan with soft little kisses all over face. "Y' truly mig't love Remy a littl', cher?"
Logan captured Remy's chin and drew him within a breath of his lips. "What da ya think that little speak was about. I love ya, I'm in love with ya, got that." Then sealed his declaration with a sole consuming kiss.
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They woke the next morning in a spooning position with Logan sandwiched between the couch and Remy. Logan inhaled the piquant scent of the man in his arms, he nuzzle into the wine-colored hair and found the sensitive skin underneath. Logan vibrated with desire as sucked and kissed the neck of the younger man. His own body was hard and thick, he fought the urge ta thrust against Remy rear-end. Unfortunately Remy did not fight such an urge and pressed himself firmly into Logan's erection. Logan's hoarse moan roused the sleeping Cajun.
"Cher, y' a'right." Remy tried to row over.
But Logan only growled in his ear, "Get off o' me."
Remy sat up and looked at Logan, "Ah mon ami, Remy see de problem. I can 'elp." And slid to the floor. He forced Logan onto his back. He caress the his bulging dick with one hand, while removing Logan's belt with other. Logan had other things in mind and attempted to force his hands away. But Logan lost the battle, Remy experience fingers were too much for him and he laid back and enjoyed.
Remy unbuttoned and slid Logan's pants and boxers off. Then reached for Logan's cock gliding his slender hand up and down Logan's huge shaft, watching the man beneath him writhe at his every movement. With the other hand his explored the ridges and valleys of Logan's muscled stomach and chest. Remy flicked an erect nipple with his forefinger, then caressed the injured nub, bringing a deep moan form Logan. His erect shaft was corded with thick veins and a shiny mushroom shaped head. Remy dropped his lips down and licked the pre-ejaculate from the slit of Logan's penis. A tremor coursed through Logan's body as Remy took most of him into his mouth, licking and sucking his entire erection. Using his teeth he simulate the tip of Logan's penis. Remy glanced up the see Logan's face, his lover was in ecstasy and Remy felt the pressure built in his own groins. Logan could not stop kneading and caressing the Cajun's neck and back, drowning in the feel of him. Remy caressed the base of Logan's shaft dropping his other hand to his balls and gently stroking them, separating each one and rolling them tenderly between his fingers. Remy drove him to the edge of fulfillment again and again, always stopping short of the prize.
Logan needed release, he knotted his fingers in the Cajun hair and held him in place, this would end now. A soft gurgle rose from Logan's lower region and Remy allowed him to pump harder and deeper into his mouth. Logan body was rigid, his butt lifted off the couch as he sought to shove more of himself deeper down Remy's throat. Remy used his forefinger to pressed firmly where the underside of Logan's dick met his balls. Logan's whole body tensed and froze. Remy had gotten to Logan's prostate the easy way. Logan roared his lover's name over and over. Logan was thrusting his hip harder and faster into Remy's face. Logan's body exploded, wave after wave of powerful spasms washed over him. Remy lapped the thick cream pulsating from his cock, pumping Logan's shaft to get every drop. Logan a few minutes to come down, then grasped Remy's shoulder and hauled the Cajun over his abs and chest until they were eye to eye. "Not bad." Logan brushed his lips against Remy's. "Now it yer turn."
Logan reached down between their bodies undoing the button on Remy's jeans. He slid both hands down the kid's flanks, shoving his jeans to the floor. Logan slipped the T-shirt over the kid's head and discarded it. Logan placed his hand on the nape of Remy's neck, and pulled him closer, caressing his back. Remy found himself enveloped by two very strong arms, then Wolvie's tongue entered his mouth, Logan could taste the Cajun's breath inside his. Logan thrived in the feeling the soft touch of Remy's tongue and lips on his mouth. Remy'y reached for the older man's neck caressing it, running his long fingers through Wolvie's thick main of dark hair and reeling from the feel of it. Logan found his nipple, twirled the tip of his finger around it, and squeezed it gently, then blew softly over it. Remy responded by thrusting his groin into Logan. Logan kept his tongue on Remy's skin as he followed the jaw line to the base of the neck and up to his ear. Nibbling at the lobe, gentle tugging it with his teeth, then plunging his tongue deeper into his ear.
Remy squirmed in obvious pleasure. "J' vous aime, cher."
"I love ya, too." Logan lifted the Cajun and tossed him to the other side of the couch and pounced on top of him. Logan felt the intensity of Remy's hard cock pressed against his lower thigh. Remy found his shaft in Logan's hand examining the velvet crown and the thick satiny shaft, using his other Logan rolled the Cajun's balls between his inexperienced fingers.(What he lacked in experience he make up in determination) Logan 's was now biting, sucking, and licking at the cords in his muscular neck. Logan felt like a starving man that was at last allowed to feast. He make his way down Remy's body to his cock, he licked the pre-cum oozing from Remy's head with his tongue. Logan was mildly surprised by the salty taste and a trace of sweet, it was something his could get use to. He engulfed the tip of the other man's throbbing cock while wrapping one hand around the shaft. Slowly, little by little he began to swallow more and more of the Cajun's shaft, his one hand now caressing the mount of silken red hair at the base, while the other teased he balls. Logan started pumping up and down on Remy erection, stroking the base with his hand. Remy began to thrust his pelvis in time with Logan's movements. Remy swelled in Logan's mouth and found his release.
Remy cried out, "Merci, cher, merci, J' vous aime, Logan." Logan was unable to swallow all of Remy's discharge, he licked the Cajun's stomach, tights, balls, anywhere the cream had fallen.
Logan crawl up Remy's body and settle on top of his chest. Deep blue eyes stared into demon red. He kissed the tip of the Cajun's nose, then dropped his lips to the younger man's mouth. Logan pulled his lower full lip between his teeth and sucked. "You taste so good, Cajun."
Remy stretched his entire body beneath Logan's, making contact every inch of the other man's body. Running his hands along the sides of Logan, he stopped to rub the cheek of Logan's butt. "W'at y' mean, not bad. homme"

 

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