Logan groaned at the pain in head, this was getting to be too common an occurrence.  He sighed and pulled the warm body next to him closer.  Can’t have been all bad, I ain’t waking up alone for a change  He ran his hand up the smooth expanse of leg and hip, smiling at the velvet like feel of the skin. .  Not bad Old man, from the feel of it, you came out on top in this deal.  He loved to do this, close his eyes and rely on his advanced sense of touch to tell him things and his sense of smell to let him know if someone was aroused or nervous. He leaned forward and buried his face in the luxuriant feeling hair, inhaling his bedmates scent and the smell of cheap motel shampoo.  His playmates smell was familiar, but his brain was refusing to co-operate with him on this one.  Maybe yer’ve banged her in the past, won’t be the first time yer’ve woken up after a heavy night and then recognised ‘em.  His hand continued it’s journey upwards, passing over the slim waist and moved over the chest, feeling the muscles rise and fall with each breath.  This lady is built, but then that was never a problem.  He stroked up the soft, but rock hard chest, over the pectorals and stopped when he hit the faintly stubbled jaw.  Okay…there’s a couple of problems here, the lack of mammories being one and the five o’clock shadow being the other.
He forced his eyes to open wincing against the sunlight streaming through the window and glanced down at the sleeping form beside him.
Remy’s auburn hair was fanned over the pillow, his soft, slim body pressed tightly against Logan’s.  His gently rounded buttocks pressing gently against his hard-on.
Holy Christ on a crutch, I weren’t out with a dame last night, I was out with the Cajun.  He yanked the covers of his feet and practically flew from the bed.
He stood there for a few moments, breathing hard and trying to figure out what the hell was going on.  He glanced about him wildly taking in the room, before spotting his jeans on an armchair positioned in front of a battered TV.  He yanked them on, almost tripping himself up in his hurry.  A soft chuckle drew his eyes back to the bed.
Remy had rolled on to his back and was squinting at him from underneath his forearm, a soft smile on his face.  “You wan’ to shut de curtains, Cher.  ‘Fore Remy goes blind.”
Logan growled low in his chest and moved closer.  “Ya want the damn curtains shut Cajun, do it yer fuckin’ self.”
“Touchy dis mornin’ Cher?  What's de matter? Remy did’n’ show you a good ‘nough time last night, eh?”
Logan snarled at him and restlessly began to pace back and forth at the end of the bed.  Remy shook his head and laughed softly, pulling himself from the bed and crossing to the window, pulling the drapes to banish the painful sunlight from the room.  Logan’s eyes fixed on Remy’s naked form, watching him cross the room, pull the curtains and turn back towards him with a smile, completely at ease with his nudity.
Logan’s eyes travelled the length of the Cajun’s body, taking in the smooth porcelain white skin, the streamlined shape of his body.  His gaze finally settled on his crotch, seeing the mass of auburn pubes, the round dusky balls and the slightly stiffening penis, hardening from the weight of his gaze.  Logan caught himself and swiftly moved his gaze back up to Remy’s smirking face, shifting his legs slightly apart, as his growing erection started to tighten the material across his hips.
“You like what you see, Cher.  I know I do.”  Remy followed Logan’s example and slowly ran his eyes down the length of his teammates body, before pulling back to the bulge in his jeans.  Remy’s smile widened and he lightly ran his tongue over his bottom lip, feeling Logan’s eyes follow the motion.  “You wan’ Remy to take care of dat?”
“Ya really are a tart, ya know that Cajun.”  He sat down on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on, wincing and shifting as his jeans pulled tight.
Remy followed him down, crouching between Logan’s knees, placing his hands on the edge of the bed either side of him.    “A tart?  Remy don’ t’ink so.  Remy more of a … catamite, den a tart Cher.”  Remy smirked at himself and shifted forward, closing the space between the two of them.  His erection brushed lightly against Logan’s leg, the feel of the rough material and the heat of the man within making him shiver, drawing Logan’s eyes downwards once again.  “’Ow many times we got to go t’rough dis?  It's not Cajun, not gumbo, not gambit.  Jus’ Remy.”  He smiled and closed the gap between them fully.  "Or rems, if you wan' to be really friendly." Remy’s lips pressed against Logan’s, he stared into to Logan’s startled face, taking advantage, drawing Logan’s tongue into his mouth and gently sucking.
Logan sat there shocked still, feeling Remy pulling gently on his tongue, his chest brushing lightly against his own and his erection pressed against his thigh.  Whoa, what the hell is happening here?  This aint right.  I like Jeannie.
  Remy felt Logan’s confusion, but kept going anyway.  Come on Cher, I know you wan’ dis.  Jus’ let it ‘appen Logan.  Mon dieu I t’ought dis would be easier.  It would be so easy to let loose a little charm, but Remy wanted this to be fully con sensual on both sides.  God knows he had been a victim of non con-sensual sex before, and more than once.  He wanted Logan and knew Logan wanted him too, had known even before Logan had started to notice it.  Getting Logan to accept it though was like banging his head against a wall.  Do it Cher, I’m getting tired of chasin’.  Much prefer to be chased.
Logan’s body urged him to lean into the kiss, take it further, but still he held back.
Why do I want this, need this so bad, what about red?  I haven’t really thought o’ Red much last couple of months since the Cajun started playin’ and don’ recall thinking ‘bout her at all last couple o’ days.  Been too busy thinking ‘bout Remy.  The revelation shocked Logan; he looked down fixing his gaze with Remy’s, red on black gazed into blue hopefully.  Fuck it.  Logan smiled against Remy’s lips and closing his eyes, closed his arms, pulling Remy as close as possible and deepening the kiss.
Oh oui.  Remy arched into the embrace, linking his arms around Logan’s neck and closing his eyes, feeling how much Logan was enjoying this.
He mewed in protest as Logan’s hands encircled his wrists and pulled his arms from around his neck, pushing him slightly away.  Logan stared at him for a second, smile fading down to uncertainty.  “Ya sure ‘bout this Remy?  I aint the most gentle o’ people at the best o’ times and sometimes I just cant hold back and I feel the need ta hurt.  I need ya ta understand that.”
Remy smiled and stroked his leg.  “Remy understan’s that jus’ fine Cher.”
“Ya don’t gotta do this, if ya wanna change ya mind, do it now.  Don’t know as I’ll be able to stop later.”
“I don’ wan’ stop.  I know what your cap’ble of Logan and I always did like to gamble.”
“Okay.” Logan stood up, pulling Remy to his feet with him.  He slid a hand underneath Remy’s knees and placing his other hand behind Remy’s back, swept him off his feet, he carried him the few feet to the edge of the bed and dumped him UN-ceremoniously in the center of the bed.  Remy bounced a few times, before settling back against the headboard.
“Can’t say I didn’t warn ya.”  Logan reached for the buttons on his belt and grinned.  “Get ready for the ride of ya life Darlin’.”  He fished his mobile out of his jeans and chucked it to Remy, who caught it and sat there looking confused.  “What…”
“Best warn Blue ahead of time” Logan’s grin widened as did Remy’s eyes as he dropped his jeans.  “Cos after this, yer gonna be walkin’ like ya’ve been bareback ridin’ for a week.”