Logan opened the door to the garage and moved aside to let Remy enter.  Remy raised an eyebrow, gave Logan a small grin and wandered in.  Logan followed, closing the door.  He walked towards his jeep, pulling the keys from his pocket as he went.
Remy leaned against his motorbike.  “T’ought we’d take de bike Cher.”
“Ya ain’t gonna be able ta drink if we take the bike, Remy.”
“Remy don’ feel much like drinkin’ t’night Cherie, so if Remy drives, you can drink.”
Remy swung his leg over the seat and kicked off the stand.  Seeming to pull the keys from nowhere, he started the engine.  Logan frowned.  What the hell ya up to here punk?
“I don’t reckon I’m really in the mood ta drink either, ‘sides it’ll be warmer in the jeep.”
“You don’ wan’ drink dat’s fine, but indulge Remy a littl'.  It’ll be fun, non?”  He flashed Logan his best trust me grin and rolled the bike forward a few feet.  “Get on de bike Cher, “less you afraid of catching a chill, an' den Remy'll be forced to warm you up."  A suspicious grin followed with "Unless…  Dat's what you be plannin' on eh?”  Logan’s frown deepened to a scowl, but he walked to the bike, swung himself up behind Remy and looked for holds.  “No girlie bars I'm afraid Petite, you jus’ have to hold on de old fashioned way.”  He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out his shades, putting them on, he aimed a quick grin over his shoulder, hitting the button to open the automatic doors.  “Hold tight Cher.”  He revved the engine and shot through the doors, heading down the curved driveway towards the gates.
Logan grabbed him round the middle and hung, trying to ignore the fact that the Cajun’s appearance, being pressed this closely to him and the exhilaration of the speed, was giving him the hard on from hell.  He just hoped Remy didn’t notice.

Remy chuckled, even with Logan's attempts to scoot back as far as possible and his rather miserable play at hunching his body over so it didn't notice; Remy could still feel the impressive bulge pressing against his lower back.  Remy's grin widened and he intentionally sped up, so that every pothole in the road made Logan's pelvis bump against the base of his spine.  Logan gritted his teeth as they picked up speed and muffled his groan as they hit a cracked stretch of road, his arms tightened around the Cajun's middle.  Hands gripping tightly to the silk lined jacket he wore.
He let out a sigh of relief as the town lights came into view, he was turned on so much now that it felt like his jeans were cutting off the circulation to his legs, he needed to get off the bike and stretch his legs to make the pressure ease.  Either that, or throw the Cajun down on the ground and have his wicked way with him…  But for a first date that was a bit much.  No, what I need is ta get off this bike, away from the Cajun and outta this whole damn mess.  What the hell was I thinkin', the punk's young enough to be my great, great ………whole lotta greats, grandson.  More sublime than a heavenly catamite, probably as talented as one and trouble with a capital T.
He sighed and attempted to scoot back again, and attempt that proved to be fruitless as they hit the next hole in the road and he was again pressed back against Remy.
What am I doin', it's only a night out.  Tomorrow things'll go back ta normal and the Cajun'll be chasin' Rogue round like always.  Quit worryin' old man, take a night off.  Likes Jube's always says …take a chill pill and have a blast.
At that moment they hit another pothole, forcing him to smother a moan.  Remy inclined his head slightly to the side and shouted over the wind.  "You alright back dere, Cher?"
"Just peachy."  Logan scooted back a little on the seat as his pelvis collided with Remy's backside again.  Not too much of a blast.

Remy pulled the into the parking bay and cut the engine, feeling Logan’s discomfort and grinned slyly when Logan practically leaped from the bike, as if burned.
He kicked down the stand and pulled himself off the seat, leaning back against it.  “A’right cher?  You’re looking a little…warm?” Remy’s grin widened.
“Fine Remy.  How’s about ya?”
“Remy’s jus’ perfec’ homme.  Ready to eat?”
“Sure, let’s go.”  Logan glanced up at the sign above the restaurant and smothered a groan.  French and fancy, just great.  A menu I can’t read and a room I’m gonna look like a hick in, things don’t get much better than this.

Remy headed in the direction of the entrance to the restaurant, Logan trailing behind him, he stopped at the valet booth and handed the valet his keys and a twenty dollar note.  He took the parking ticket offered to him and to Logan’s surprise turned and started back towards him.  “We ain’t eating here?” He motioned at the restaurant.
Remy glanced back at it. “Not exactly your style eh?  But if you really wan’ to eat here…” He teased, and started back. Logan reached and grabbed his arm.
“That’s fine we’ll eat somewhere’s else, just figured cos ya parked yer bike here this was it.”
“They got good security here, mon ami.  Don’ wan’ my bike getting’ tieved.”  Remy chuckled.  "Ya don' want it thieved?"  Logan raised an eyebrow.  Wasn't this a case of calling the kettle black?  "Yeah.  Dere be a lot of t'ieves around petit', you never know who's a t'ief."  Logan opened his mouth to say something.  "I might be one for you know eh?"  Remy chuckled and started a quick walking pace.  “As regards to de meal, I t'ink dat we gon’ eat somwhere we can bot’ be comfortable an’ relaxed.”  He reached up and stroked the hand still holding his arm.  Logan smiled, pulling his hand away.  “So where we headin'?”
“Dere’s a littl’ place a few blocks away, quiet, secluded…”  Remy moved forward till his chest was only a few inches from Logan’s, he lowered his head, forcing Logan to look up at him,  his eyes slitted as he breathed gently against Logan’s lips. “…side’s they serve de bes’ catfish you gon’ find in this town.”  He grinned and moved swiftly away, heading for the sidewalk at the edge of the car park.
Logan stood and watched him go trying to control urges that were building up, the longer he spent in close proximity to the Cajun, the harder the urges were to fight.
Get a hold.  Come on old man. Fight it. It ain’t gonna look good, if you spend all night fighting the urge to throw the boy down and have ya way with him.
Remy stopped at the edge of the car park and half turned back to him.  “You comin’ or not cher, I not gonna wait a’night.”  He turned and continued walking.
Logan watched a moment longer.   Hey, there’s worse things ya could watch, then the Cajun’s pert little ass heading away from ya.  Bet it would be better up close and naked.  Logan’s mind froze on that comment and shaking his head to clear it, he hurried after Remy.