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Second Chances	By : SisterWine Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2272 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The X-Men are the sole property of Marvel Comics, Disney Corp., and 20th Century Fox. I do not own them at all. I make no money off of them, nor do I claim them as my own. Matthew and Stephanie are mine. Strictly entertainment only.

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Remy ran back and forth from the tan duffel bag on his bed to his closet and dresser, gathering camping clothes and repelling ropes for a camping trip he and a few friends had planned for a few weeks. Torn tight jeans and his favourite Atlanta Braves jersey he threw on in all the shuffle. It was supposed to be a holiday that Jean-Luc forced him to take but Remy ended up wanting to go, instead. His last step, before leaving the house, was to tie his clean white sneakers and hand over the keys to Logan to bring in the mail for him. He had already gone over everything about the house, in his head, and felt he hadn't forgotten anything. He kept the A/C running and turned off his alarm. The back lawn had been watered and the hose had been coiled and set by the back gate, on the left side of the house.

Standing up from sitting on the bed, tieing his shoes, Remy took a deep breath and turned to grab his bag before heading down the stairs to greet Logan on the doorstep. He hummed to himself and hurried down the stairs as the bell chimed again. Opening the door, he had expected to see Logan but saw his camping buddy instead. "Hey, Jamie! Yer early, mon brave. Just let me take de key over to de neighbour, den we go. Ca va?" He smiled and hugged his friend as he glanced across the street to see Logan opening his front door and starting over.

Jamie nodded and greeted his friend as he moved aside to let Remy toss his bag out, onto the front walk. "No problem, Spicy! Truck's all gassed and ready to go, just need to stop and get the liquids!" He followed Remy, carrying Remy's bag and tossing it into the back of the truck as the neighbour began walking up to meet them.

Logan paused at the bottom of his porch to light his cigar and take a few puffs before advancing over to Remy. He bit on the thick barrel of the cigar as he walked calmly over to the edge of the driveway where Remy and his friend now stood. Silently sizing the friend up, Logan wondered what kind of camping trip Remy was going on. "Hey there! All ready for your vacation?" With a warm smile, Logan met the two men at the tailgate of the old '74 blue Ford pickup.

Remy smiled and threw his arm around his friend as he introduced the two men. "Logan, dis is Jamie. Jamie is de one who introduced me to Alex." Remy smiled and turned back to his friend to expand about his neighbour that he took a liking to, "Logan works for my father, too. An' also, he looks after me."

Jamie Jacobs, a short-haired blond with hazel eyes and an infectious smile nodded and held out a hand to shake. "Pleased to meet ya, Logan. Remy's a handful, isn't he?" He was almost as tall as Remy but not as short as Logan. His body tone was very muscular for a 29-year-old man from deep Kentucky. He was clearly dressed for a week of rock climbing in Devil's Den. With a babyfaced smile and a careful wink, he promised the neighbour that he would keep strict guard over Remy and the four other individuals that were joining them.

"I'll hold you to it. Have fun." Logan grinned and gave a firm handshake to let Jamie know he wasn't kidding. He was glad that Remy was finally getting out of the house with people his own age and was actually taking a liking to his old hobbies, such as rock climbing and camp outs. As Remy handed over the key, the two men exchanged looks and hopeful nods about the coming holiday. Logan didn't think he had ever seen Remy so excited since the young Cajun moved in.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to wash your car at three in the morning so, it won't miss you too much." Logan joked.

Remy caught the chide and laughed as he and Jamie moved to get into the truck. "You gonna wax it, too?"

"Don't push it, kid." Logan shook his head, still smiling. He watched the two get into the truck and patted the tailgate in acknowledgement of their departure. He was still standing in the middle of the roadway and staring at where the truck had turned the corner when Matt called for his attention, from the porch. Taking another puff on his cigar, Logan heard his name being called and started back towards his porch, silently hoping that Remy would have more fun than what he could offer the younger man.

"Bye!" Remy waved happily from the passengar side of the truck as it pulled away from the driveway and continued down the street to the intersection.

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Already three nights had passed and the group was beginning to tire of the chill of night and sprinkles that seemed to follow them everywhere. Remy wondered if the rain was following only him. It was somewhere between his fourth and sixth beer that Remy began to think deeply about his possible relationship with Logan. Perhaps he was thinking too hard, or perhaps he wasn't thinking hard enough. Either way, no matter how he looked at it, the problem never seemed to end with Remy and Logan being together. He sat on a rock, just outside of a small indent of rock, atop the mountain, and thought. His eyes had been fixed to the fire and his ears were listening to the words of the long talks he and Logan had while sitting in Remy's garage, on high-backed patio chairs with hard canvas seats. With every sip he took, he lost himself more and more in the conversations in his head that he hadn't heard Jamie and the other group members calling him into the indent due to the pouring rain.

Taking the last gulp of beer, Remy stood up and swayed, dizzy from the alcohol, yawned and then staggered over to his buddies. As he sat down, Remy fell into the arms of Jamie, landing squarely with his back against Jamie's chest. He felt big strong arms wrap around him and hold him tight as all five of them huddled together and watched the rain put out the fire in the downpour.

Brian Marx, Jamie's best friend and only straight guy in the group had asked if his fiancee could join them but she was unable to make it the first night. Brian was also well-toned and had gorgeous coffee coloured skin that blended well with his fiancee's lighter tone. Brown eyes so big and soft, like a puppy's, and a smile that filled a room with boisterous laughter to match seemed to make even the worst start of fun trips better. He had informed her of the others' sexual standings and she was fine with that. what worried both Brian and his fiancee was, how the other boys would take having a woman in their group when night came. Since this was the second night, Brian and his fiancee snuggled down in a makeshift tent, at the back of the inset of rock, while the other two couples snuggled into their own crevices.

Letting Jamie take advantage of Remy with spreading kisses across his neck and shoulders, Remy's eyes fixed contently on the blue canvas that hid Brian and Jhennifur, his fiancee. He found himself listening to their straight sex and wondering what it must have been like for Logan to make love to Jean, before she died. Remy had become so enraptured with his thoughts that he hadn't noticed his silent humming and the feel of Jamie sliding his free hand under Remy's shirt.

"Is it making you hot?" Jamie's whisper crept into Remy's right ear, making him smile as Remy nodded and turned around to passionately kiss him. His hands lifted Remy's shirt and felt the soft skin underneath and then travelled down to the fastenings on Remy's jeans, loosening them as Remy continued to kiss as well as unfasten Jamie's clothes.

Remy paused a moment to slip his windbreaker off and use it as a cover as he "massaged" Jamie's hardness with his tongue. He smiled as Jamie moaned and stroked his hair, under the jacket. The low moans of Jamie and the two other couples was making Remy both sick and really excited. Finishing his task, Remy sat up and gave a nervous smile before mumbling that he had to relieve himself and staggered to his feet, stumbling out of the shelter. He made it to the small trail that lead down to the camp and took a right, mingling with a handful of young trees. He was readily relieving himself of the beers he had tossed back when Jamie's hands grabbed his waist as the rest of Jamie's hot body pressed against Remy's. "Cher, I really gotta go."

Jamie giggled and reached around to help. "I know. I'm helpin' ya. Hurry up, huh? I'm gettin' cold waitin' for you." He massaged the base of Remy's appendage as Remy continued to relieve himself as well as resuming kissing Remy's neck and left shoulder. "I think we're alone up here. How about a quickie?"

Finishing his peeing, Remy sighed with a tired yawn and didn't have the energy or want to say "no" so he let Jamie slide the denim pants from his hips and give a small moan of approval as Remy wasn't wearing any underwear. Bracing himself against the adolescent tree, Remy gasped as Jamie sank to his knees and pushed his wet tongue between two firm cheeks. He looked past the tree and could see the inset of rock where the rest of the group had camped and was relieved to find it dark and the people inside, asleep or doing their own sexual explorations. Remy gripped the brown, barky trunk tighter as Jamie's tongue tip slipped in and out of Remy's tight entrance. He hummed and gasped and bent over more to make himself more accessible to Jamie but as he did, he whispered the name "Logan" under his breath.

Jamie hadn't heard the first three times of Remy speaking his neighbour's name but once the sex really started, his ears filtered and counted every time Remy said the name. He wasn't detered as he had always really wanted Remy and was secretly pining for Remy when he and Alex were still an item. Sex with Remy was quickly taking the place of other useless hobbies like football, walking to the postbox, drinking,and breathing. It excited him to excite Remy and even though he was smaller than Remy, with every thrust inward, he seemed to rock Remy onto the balls of his feet, forcing himself deeper into Cajun hottie. He could feel himself getting closure to release and he panicked, not wanting to come just yet.

"Come fer me, Logan." Remy had said the name again, for the seventh time and not realised he had. He had closed his eyes, tightly, as the sex began to get heavier but opened them to check for any sign of life from camp. Relieved, he didn't find any but he reminded himself that he had to bite his lip and stay quiet in case the rangers patrolled at night. A firm hand gripped his hip and a deep press in to him that forced him to rest his forehead on the trunk, between his hands.

Jamie was coming, with or without his consent. He pressed himself further against Remy, not wanting to separate them just yet. Kissing Remy's right cheek, he whispered in his ear, "do you realise that you were calling me 'Logan'?"

Remy panted and widened his eyes, hoping Jamie hadn't really said anything. "Sorry, cher."

"No problem. He is kinda hot. Maybe he'd like a threesome, sometime?"

Remy reached around and delicately slipped Jamie out of him and then slowly turned around. He shook his head and then kissed Jamie passionately on the lips. "Logan's not interested in Remy, dat way, cher."

Jamie laughed as he pulled away and fixed his clothing as Remy was now doing the same. "I find that hard to believe. After the way you stared at him, when we left. You mean to tell me, you ain't been in his pants yet? Yer charm's slippin, boy."

A sigh as Remy knew it was the truth. "I uh, I did have Logan, a few times. But, he's more interested in de filles dan Remy."

Leaning over to kiss Remy and massage their tongues together, Jamie tried his best to chase away the thought of being second best to Remy's neighbour, who wasn't that interested in the handsome Cajun at all. He deepened the kiss in hopes of erasing Logan from Remy's mind. So far, he had been doing a fantastic job until Remy stopped him. "What's the matter?"

"Startin' to rain again." Pointing up, Remy nudged Jamie back down to camp and hurried the other man into the small, dry spot underneath Jamie's vinyl sleeping bag. They were laughing and giggling and trying their best to be quiet but failed as the other two members, Ezra and Jason, stirred from their own quiet session to see what was the matter.

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The blue Ford pulled into the driveway of Remy's house and parked long enough for Remy to gather his bag and tell Jamie goodbye with a lean back in through the open passenger door and a kiss and then it was backing out and down the road before the second minute passed. Remy waved and smiled and couldn't wait to unlock his front door and slip into a nice hot shower. First, he had to find where he left his keys since he really didn't want to disturb Logan until after he was clean.

Remy placed the bag on the front step and knelt down to find his set of keys. Sifting down to the bottom of his bag, Remy's fingertips brushed against the ring of keys and with a clever hook of his right ring finger, he jerked them up and caught them in his hand. Unlocking the front door and still kneeling outside, Remy pushed it open and fell, face first, landing on his creme carpet. The soft/rough texture and warmth and coolness of the berber was enough for him to make a decision never to leave that very spot for the rest of his life. Of course, it might make it hard to shower, shave and eat from in the middle of the walkway but he was willing to adjust.

With a sigh and a slide into the house, Remy sat up to pull his bag in and close the door. Immediately, he fell back onto the carpeting and closed his eyes for what felt like a few minutes. When he did open his eyes again, the sun was in a deeper position in the sky and the clock above the television read an hour later. He lay on his left side and rolled to his stomach and pushed himself up to head upstairs and take a shower.

The water ran for a full two minutes until it was nice and hot for Remy to sink down low into his hot tub style bath and lounge amongst the lavender scented bubbles. He sighed in content and held his breath as he slipped under the water to wet his hair. When he sat up again, he took a deep breath and released it before reaching for the soap and washcloth. After washing both himself and his hair and rinsing, he drained the tub and stood up to get out and wrap himself in an emerald coloured towel that was large enough to be a beach blanket. He dried off and slipped on his gray sweatpants, white T-shirt and black flip-flops before combing out his hair and heading downstairs to go get his mail from Logan's.

Remy yawned as he opened the door and headed across the street. Logan saw him coming and was making his way, mail in hand, over to the edge of the sidewalk to meet him. A tired wave and a warm smile greeted Logan as they met at the curb.

"Welcome back. Have a nice time?" Logan smiled in return as he handed over the good sized stack of envelopes and one thin brown package.

Remy nodded.

Logan laughed as Remy yawned again. "Tired ya out that much, huh? Anything happen that wasn't excitin'?"

"Oui." Remy yawned again. "I'm not pregnant." Both men laughed but Remy noticed a glint in Logan's eyes that reminded him who he had missed during his week away. "How was your week? Your munchkins drive you crazy, yet?" Remy smiled and tossed his arm around Logan's shoulders as they walked back to Remy's front door. Tossing the envelopes onto the small table beside the door, he turned his attention back to the other man.

Logan shook his head. "Not yet. Just about though." Glancing over, Logan saw a smile so big on Remy, he could swear Remy had had the worst possible time the entire week he was away. "So," he turned to face Remy as they stood in the open doorway, "was the trip okay?"

Nodding, Remy leaned against the frame and tried his best to avoid Logan's eyes but he eventually met them with his. "It was good. We climbed, drank, got stuck, got cold and kept warm with each other."

"Yer friend left in a hurry."

Remy looked down at his feet. "Yea, he had ta work early and had a lot to do before den." When he did look back up, Logan had a soft smile to him that Remy was finding hard to resist. "Logan, I been thinkin' about a few t'ings. Uh,..... how-- how do uh, you feel about Remy?" It was true, the entire trip had been nothing but thoughts of Logan and having the 'dating' discussion with his kids, if Logan agreed.

Logan cleared his throat and sighed in thought. "I don't think this is the place or time to talk about this."

"When is de time? It alwyas comes down to dis, Logan. I need ta know."

Pushing off of the opposite frame and placing a hand on Remy's left arm, Logan tried to keep it as innocent as possible. "Listen, Rem, I don't think we oughtta talk about this after you've just gotten back."

"Logan, I been t'inkin about this for a week an' I really t'ink we can do dis. I can talk to de kids about it." Remy was becoming anxious but tried to hide it. He tried to keep himself calm but was steadily losing the battle. Closing the gap, Remy leaned forward and kissed Logan clearly within view of the entire neighborhood, as well as Logan's two children who were looking on from the front porch of Logan's house. The kiss was not a simple peck or a half-hearted kiss but rather a long lasting, deep-throated tongue kiss that could set the house on fire, had they have been all the way inside.

Logan had been clearly thrown off guard with what happened and did his best to push them apart. "Rem. Remy. Stop!" He had to forcefully push Remy away to talk to him but before he could open his mouth, after separating them, he had to rethink his approach and decided to talk to Remy at a later date. Logan told Remy that he would talk to him in the morning and headed back over to where his daughter was now standing, arms folded and an angry scowl aimed right at Remy, who now followed Logan back across the street.

Remy had made it halfway across the street, just a few paces behind Logan, when he stopped and spasmed uncontrollably. His hands flew to his head and he squinted in pain as if he had just cranked up the music with a major hangover. He uttered a pained moaned and dropped to his knees as Logan stopped and turned around to see what was wrong. The pain finally let go of him and he panted and tucked away from Logan as the older man bent down over him.

"Are you okay?"

Flinching away from Logan, Remy muttered a "don't touch me" and quickly stood up and backed away. "I talk to you later, ok?" Remy avoided eye contact with Logan and anyone else who might have been watching as he hurried back to his front door and slammed it shut.

Logan turned and stared wide-eyed at his daughter, who made no attempt to unfold her arms or change her angry expression. Matthew had lost interest in Remy ignoring them and went back inside before the kiss. Stephanie was glad that he did. He was shocked and awed at what she had done with her mother's powers but he was also worried about Remy and his health condition that she might have upset. Making his way back to her, he escorted her back inside and gave a glance back at Remy's closed front door before closing his own to talk to them about what they had witnessed.

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