Not even the dead could keep from hearing the bike that was driving up to the small house. Remy sat on the patio and smoked (Stormy could be really strict about not smoking indoors). He glanced at the look on Logan’s face and smirked.
 ”Don’ tell me, lemme guess…” he started. ”Someone’s pissed ’cause y’ were down here, oui?” Yup that would be right. He knew that look more than well; it was the same look Ororo sometimes had after an argument with the others at the big house.
 ”You up fer a drink, Cajun?” Logan asked with a gruff voice.
 ”Sure.”
 He put out his cigarette in the ash tray and stood up to get inside the house and get them some beers when Logan stopped him, ”No, not here. At the bar.”
 Remy froze for a second before turning to face Logan. ”De bar?”
 ”Yeah, as in the bar that’s not anywhere near this fucked up place.”
 Remy thought for an instant. He hadn’t left the mansion grounds since he had come back and he hadn’t really planned to, but with Wolverine he would be safe, right? ”Sure, just lemme get my coat, ’kay?” He went inside to get his trench coat from the hallway closet.
 He walked over to the Harley and sat behind Logan. Logan grinned to himself as he felt Remy put his arms around his waist. ”Hold on tight now.”
 Without waiting for a response, he let the engine roar before the bike brought them to the gates with a speed that both men loved. The gates opened automatically to let them out.
 Remy inhaled deeply, loving the air on his face. He loved the way the powerful bike vibrated between his legs. How he had missed this. He had almost forgot how good it all felt; it was like every worry he ever had just washed off him by the wind. His own bike had disappeared while he had been at Antarctica and since he hadn’t left the grounds he couldn’t really buy himself a new one. And what was better yet was that he had somebody to touch. He craved physical human contact like a drug and except for Ororo no one at the mansion had touched him. He sighed with relief as he put his head on Logan’s shoulder and inhaled his masculine scent.
 Way too soon  even though they had been driving for over half an hour  Logan slowed the bike down and drove in to the parking lot of a bar that Remy had never been to.
 They got off the bike and went inside. The bar was filled with people but no one even glanced at the two new-comers. They bought their drinks from the bartender and then went to sit down by a table in the back of the bar.
 ”So, who were pissed dis time? Cyke? ’Crawler? Rogue?” He said the last name without emotion.
 ”Rogue. She thinks yer manipulatin’ me into likin’ you.”
 Remy’s face paled, ”I swear I’ve never done dat--”
 ”I know”, Logan interrupted, then decided to change the subject. ”’Ro mentioned you hadn’t laughed ’til today.”
 Remy shrugged, ”Haven’t felt like it.”
 Silence.
 Logan tried to catch Remy’s eyes but the young man was simply staring down in his bourbon. He hadn’t even sipped it. ”You know ’Ro and I will always be there for ya, kid. Just let us know what to do and we’ll do it.” He drank some of his beer before picking up a couple of cigars from the inner pocket of his jacket. He offered one to Remy, who hesitantly accepted and then lit both of the cigars before continuing, ”Keepin’ everythin’ ta yerself isn’t healthy, Remy.”
 The Acadian looked into Logan’s eyes as the other man said his name. Logan had never called him ’Remy’ before. He mentally shrugged it off and put the cigar to his lips, testing it. It tasted a lot different from his cigarettes, but it tasted good none the less.
 Logan couldn’t help but to stare at Remy’s mouth as the young man’s lips closed around the cigar. He cursed himself for getting a hard on and fought the erection down with pure will.
 Remy remained silent a few minutes while sipping on his bourbon now and then. Logan barely held in a sigh. Obviously, the kid wasn’t ready to talk with him about what he was hiding from. Logan sat and watched the young man in silence for another five minutes before he put a hand on Remy’s.
 Remy’s eyes took in the sight of Logan’s hand on his, his thoughts faded away leaving him to enjoy the feeling of another’s touch. Except for that hold Logan had around Remy’s wrist earlier that day, no one but Ororo had touched him. They all had been so angry with him and Hank had even refused to make a check-up on him. But oh, how he needed to be touched. And not even Ororo knew about that need. He smiled slightly as he enjoyed the feeling of having Logan’s hand on his, wanting  craving  more of it, but then became aware of Logan’s voice.
 ”You okay, Remy?”
 ”Oui, I’m okay...” He stood up and smiled down at the other man. ”Whatcha say ’bout goin’ back home now, mon ami?”
 Logan nodded, ”Alright.”
 He stood up and followed the young Cajun out of the bar and then straddled the bike. Remy sat down behind him and once again putting his arms around Logan’s waist, only this time it was harder and with more confidence. As Logan started to drive them home, Remy once again placed his head on Logan’s shoulder. This time though, he gave the other man a soft kiss on the neck.
 Logan shivered with lust and almost ran the bike into the ditch, ”Damn it kid, whatcha doin’?”
 ”I know y’ want this, cher, I can feel it…”
 Another soft kiss.
 Well, Logan couldn’t deny he wanted it and he couldn’t lie to the kid. He growled as Remy continued to kiss him but forced himself to concentrate on the road. It was just kisses, after all. They were near death again as Remy’s right hand went down to Logan’s groin and squeezed lightly.
 Logan stopped the bike with a loud screech as Remy’s hand made it impossible for him to drive straight. ”What the hell are ya doin’, Cajun?” he asked as he turned to look at the younger man.
 ”I jus’ need…”
 Silence.
 ”Whatcha need Remy?”
 ”I need you, Logan. Stay wit’ me t’night, s’il vous plaît?” He looked deep into Logan’s eyes, seeing the lust the older man had for him hidden behind those blue orbs. ”I will make y’ feel so good, Logan…”
 He leaned in to capture Logan’s mouth with his own and kissed him softly. His hold on his empathic shields broke for a second and Logan could feel the need the man had of being touched.
 ”Ya sure you want it, darlin’?” Logan asked after the kiss had ended.
 ”Neva been more sure ’bout anything, m’ cher…”
 Logan kissed Remy deeply, not holding back any feeling of lust. He kissed the soft lips, the cute nose, the high cheek-bones and the closed eye lids, then gave Remy another kiss on the mouth before he made one simple request. ”If ya don’t like anythin’ I’m doin’, just say stop, okay?”
 ”Oui, I will. Not dat I t’ink I’ll have to, cher”, he added with that sexy grin of his.
 They kissed again before Logan turned to face the road. Once again he started the engine and headed straight for the boathouse.