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BEAUTIFUL DISASTER	By : YamanashiOchinashiIminashi Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 8

In the morning Logan still wanted to kick Remy’s ass for the boner he gave him the night before but when he saw his sleeping face, long eyelashes and morning sun playing in his hair he just couldn’t find it in him to be angry. He wanted to touch this hair and feel them sliding between his fingers. He quickly shook Remy’s shoulder to avoid another embarrassing ‘problem’ in his pants.
“Non…please just five more minutes…”
He laughed softly and considered letting the boy catch some more sleep. He would have a terrible hangover anyway. But then he remembered how Remy tried to be on time the last time he stayed over and decided to be unrelenting.
“Sorry, kid. You need to get up.”
Remy only whimpered at that.
“Get up. Unless you want to be late again.”
Remy forced his eyes open and moaned when the sun blinded him intensifying his already unbearable headache.
“Oh mon Dieu…”
“Good morning.”
This time Remy looked up and when his eyes met Logan’s concerned face they didn’t have a problem with staying open anymore.
“Logan… it’s you…”
“Of course it’s me, kid. Who else?”
Remy looked really lost and kind of funny with his tousled hair and pained expression.
“Get up. I’ll take you to Charlie.”
Then the realization finally hit Remy like a ton of bricks.
“Oh no! I overslept again!”
He sat up and almost threw up. Only Logan’s strong hands and soft words stopped him.
“Easy, kid. Take it easy. I’ll give you a lift and we will make it on time. Don’t worry.”
What was about that damn Cajun that made Logan want to hug him or to rub his head, to make his pain go away…? He really wanted the kid to feel better.
“Here… take these.”
He already had everything prepared: painkillers, some water and Alka-seltzer. Ten minutes later they were leaving Logan’s house together dragging scandalized looks of neighbors and passer-bys’. Despite the killer headache and nausea Remy couldn’t help but appreciate the view of Logan dressed in a suite. He looked so hot locking the door of his house. A dreamy smile spread over Remy’s face but disappeared when he saw his bike crashed on the lawn and a mailbox that looked like someone put a grenade inside.
“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll take care of this later. Come on.”
Remy couldn’t believe that Logan was so nice to him. He knew that Logan was generally a nice guy but never to him! Has something change his attitude or was it just because Remy was miserable at the moment and Logan didn’t want to kick the man while he’s down… Or maybe Remy did something yesterday… something… like…
Yesterday was a blur but he had a bad feeling about it. Maybe he said something stupid to Logan last night? Something stupid, like saying that he loved him or something….? No. He wouldn’t… Where did THAT thought even come from? He would never say something so absurd… Logan was an uncaring bastard not deserving any feelings! But he vaguely remembered Logan’s softer voice… and that he called him by his name. Was it just a dream?
Remy studied Logan’s face. It was always scowled and harsh but… but… It was also very nice. He was sometimes scary but he was a great guy. Everybody loved him. They couldn’t get one block down without some greetings and waving… It was so easy to like Logan… too easy. It was actually hard not to! Even though the man constantly treated Remy worse than an old gum stuck to his shoe Remy still couldn’t stop liking him. He kind of liked to be teased by Logan. Was it normal? Or maybe he was obsessed with Logan or something? He heard about freaks like that… Was he becoming one of them? Was he losing his mind?
“Do you think Charlie will be angry?”
Logan’s voice brought him back to earth.
“Charlie? Yea… probably. I don’t think I’ll be of much use for him today…”
“But at least won’t have to suffer on my old couch but in your own bed instead.”
“I like your couch.”
Logan smirked suggestively at that, making Remy blush.
“Yea, I noticed.”
“Thanks for not leaving me there asleep. I don’t want to make Charlie angry… He did so much for me and I’m nothing but trouble…”
Logan tensed visibly. “Listen kid… Unless Charlie asks you specifically about it could you not tell him that you’ve been sleeping at my place again?”
Remy shot him a curious look. “Why?”
“Just... don’t alright? He would… rather if you didn’t spend nights with me…”
“What are you talking about? Why do you think like that?” Remy laughs.
“Because he told me so. So, if you don’t REALLY HAVE TO tell him then don’t.”
“This is ridiculous. What difference does it make where I sleep. I’m grown up. It’s none of his business.”
“Just don’t tell him. And don’t tell him that I told you what he said!”
“But it’s stupid!”
“Remy! Don’t tell him!”
There it was - his name. Again.
“But I don’t want him to mess with us!”
“US?” Logan looked amazing when he was angry.
“No... I mean… that’s not what I meant. It’s just… none of his business!”
“Just fucking say you won’t tell him if you don’t have to! PLEASE?!” Now THAT was yelling. Remy wasn’t afraid but spending so much time with Logan he knew that it’s time to give up.
“Alright…”
“Thanks, now get lost.”
Remy smiled cheerfully knowing that they’re still friends. No matter what he did that night, no matter how pissed Logan had been just a moment earlier, Remy knew that they’re cool.
With this cheerful smile he got off the car and went to the garage. Little did he know Charlie had been watching him through the window.
“Remy, my boy! Right about time! Where’s your bike?”
“Charlie… Hi… I… kind of crushed it…”
“Oh my God, are you alright?”
“Yea, I’m perfectly fine. “
“And what about the bike? Is it repairable?”
“Yea, I left it there… I’ll fix it later.. “
“Did someone brought you here?” Was it just Remy’s imagination after what Logan said or was Charlie’s tone a bit aggressive?
“Yes, is the interrogation over? I would like to get myself some coffee…”
Charlie only hoped his suspicions were all wrong. He liked Logan and didn’t really mind who warmed his bed but… this was his wife’s cousin. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Logan, but… He had such a strong influence on others, especially young guys. There was no sodomy in their town before but now more than once he heard some boys say weird things about Jimmy, especially the youngest Allerdyce. Little Johny admired Logan just as other boys in town but what he sometimes blabbered about Howlett when he was drunk went a bit overboard…
He didn’t want Remy to be like that…
...............................
After coming back from work Logan picked up Remy’s bike and what was left of his mailbox. He was in the middle of fixing some dinner when Marie decided to drop by.
“Hi dad! Is Remy here?”
“No, why would he be here?”
Though, on the second thought, that damn brat practically lived there recently…
“I saw his bike. Are you going to go and get him here?”
Logan looked at his daughter like she grew a second head.
“No. Why the hell would I go to get him?”
“Well… so he could take his bike back.”
“I don’t care if he takes the bike or not. I won’t go to get him because Charlie is already suspicious. I think he thinks I’m trying to make a move on Remy.”
Marie smiled. “Well... are you?”
“That’s not even funny, kid!”
“Why is his bike here anyway?”
“He crashed it on my mailbox last night so I took him to Charlie this morning on my way to work and the bike stayed here.”
“He… He spent the night here? AGAIN?”
“He was wasted.”
“And he was driving?”
“Obviously, from the way he parked…”
“But…. Why did he come here?”
Logan felt uneasy. He wasn’t going to lie but he knew how idiotic the truth will sound.
“He came here to give me back the lighter which he had stolen from me...”
Marie’s eyes grew wide but then she just laughed and helped her father with dinner.
After finishing the work in Charlie’s garage Remy called Lance and asked for a lift. When he was going to Lance’s car Charlie stopped him.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll try to fix my bike. I don’t think I’ll come back tonight.”
“Where are you going to spend the night?!”
Remy laughed. “I’ll be fine! See you tomorrow.”
He quickly got in to the car to avoid the further interrogation not knowing that he was getting from the frying pan into the fire.
“Remy…. Why are you spending so much time with Logan?”
“My bike is there, Lance!”
“I know but… Not just today… but all the time.”
“Does it bother you?”
Lance wasn’t sure how to reply. Did it bother him? Not really but… It seemed weird. He didn’t know how to approach the subject but he also wanted to know what the fuck is going on.
“It doesn’t bother me, Rems. Chill.. ”
“Then who does it bother?” Remy’s voice wasn’t as pleasant as it normally was. He was on edge. Lance didn’t want a fight.
“No one… but people talk…”
“I don’t care what people say!” Now Remy was visibly pissed and Lance wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to talk about it. It seemed to be a sensitive subject.
“Do you need a hand with the bike?”
That relaxed Remy a bit.
“I don’t know. I don’t know how bad it is. I haven’t seen it yet….”
They stop in front of Logan’s house and Remy practically ran to the door with a spring in his step.
“Remy! Wait! It’s late. Are you sure we can just...”
“Sure, Lance, just, come on!”
Normally Remy would simply barge in but since he was with Lance he knocked impatiently on the door and waited. It was strange but he was stupidly happy that he would have a chance to show Lance how close was his friendship with Logan. Maybe Lance knew him longer but Remy sure knew the older man better!
When Logan heard knocking he had a bad feeling that he already knew who would that be. Strangely the thought didn’t bother him as much as it should have. Marie of course was ecstatic when she opened the door. Remy’s face fell, but he greeted her halfheartedly and entered the house looking curiously around. He went straight to the couch in the living room, but Lance stayed in the hall by the door and didn’t know what to do. Stupid Remy acted like he was at home and this whole situation was just… weird!
“Hey, where’s my shirt? …Ach! There it is!” Remy dig out his shirt from the corner of the couch and put it on. When he got back to the hall he saw Logan talking to Lance. They were talking about his bike.
“Hey, mon ami, I came to fix my bike.”
Logan didn’t even spare him a glance.
“Fine, we’ll help you.”
He did it on purpose. He ignored Remy but not just to piss the Cajun. He did it because Lance and Marie were there. He knew what people talked about, he knew what Marie’s grandma thought. He wanted to bottle up these rumors before it spread and caused troubles for him or the kid. They went out and worked together long after the sunset drinking beer and talking companionably. It was fun.
Remy was quiet. He didn’t like it. Someone else was stealing Logan’s attention. It may be unreasonable and childish but he couldn’t help it. He was quiet and moody and almost wanted to go home. BUT when Lance finally called it a day, he brightened up.
“Remy, come on, I’ll give you a lift.”
“Um… Thanks Lance, but I think I’ll stay a bit longer”
“What are you talking about, Remy? Just leave it already.”
Logan couldn’t believe it. This kid still managed to surprise him… He wasn’t saying THAT, right? He wasn’t going to stay at Logan’s place again. He wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t say it with Lance and Marie around, right? Right?
“Ok, boys, I think I have enough too. Go home and get some sleep and I’ll take Marie home.”
That was the subtlest way of telling Remy to piss off. Unfortunately this ruthless young man wasn’t very skilled at subtleties.
“Ok, Logan, can I crash at your couch then?”
The kid was officially crazy. He was digging his own grave,
“No, you can’t. Lance will take you home!”
“Come on, homme? Just for tonight.”
“No!”
“Fine, then let me just stay a bit longer… to work on the bike.”
“Dad, I can go with Lance. My home is the same way anyway.”
Lance really didn’t want to leave Remy at Logan’s but now kind of didn’t have choive.
“Sure… no problem.”
When Marie took off with Alvers Remy hid a triumphant smile.
“You know, homme, if you help me with this one part then maybe I’ll be able to finish it today… You want me off your back as soon as possible, right?”
Logan couldn’t honestly say that so he didn’t answer and just helped Remy with the problematic part. The atmosphere was much better than earlier and they had the work done half an hour later.
“Still, you can’t finish it yet.”
“I know. I’ll buy the remaining shit tomorrow… It’s nice of you to help me.”
“That’s fine, kid. It’s nice to stay outside in the summer night.”
They sat together on the sidewalk, side by side, satisfied with the work they managed to accomplish. It was nice again. Their thighs were brushing each other slightly sending pleasant shivers through Remy’s body. He liked to be this close to Logan and desperately tried not think about what it means. Logan’s lighter failed when he tried to lit his cigar so Remy leaned closer, touching the end of Logan’s cigar with the glowing tip of his cigarette. They shared a look with their faces mere inches apart. Logan’s smell was slightly different than normally but Remy wasn’t sure if it was a different cologne or the shampoo or maybe just the overwhelming smell of the warm summer air, flowers, trees, grass and the nearby lake…
Logan was first to turn away with a slightly embarrassed expression. This kid’s eyes were so captivating… It was time to send him home.
“Of course you just couldn’t lend me a lighter?”
“Maybe I could, but I’d rather to do it like that…”
“If you’re done, I want to go to sleep.”
“Why don’t you finish your cigar at least, chère?”
Why? Because he was too stressed. He really wanted to go home and stay away from the temptation that was Remy LeBeau. The kid was sober now and he surely wouldn’t try anything funny but still Logan would rather not have him around. He didn’t really trust himself. A brush of knees here, few touches there and who knows what would come next. Remy was still young and confused. It surely wouldn’t be too hard to seduce him. He did give Logan a BJ after all, even if he did it only because he was drunk.
Logan was about his age when he had met Scott and got interested in another man for the first time…
“Can Remy stay at your place tonight?”
Remy’s cheek rested on Logan’s shoulder.
No, the kid should just go home. He definitely should not spend this or any other night in the same house as Logan…
“Why do you want to sleep here?”
Remy only shrugged. He wasn’t sure why himself. He just liked to spend time with Logan. Everything was at place when they were together. And even when Remy got drunk and molested the other man, it still didn’t change. They brushed it off and were cool. Logan was like that – nothing was a problem for him. He was just moving on ignoring everything that he could and not worrying about unnecessary things. Around Logan Remy felt comfortable. He didn’t have to pretend or hide anything…and he liked that.
“I like staying at your place…”
Remy’s honesty was disarming and Logan didn’t know how to fight it anymore. Besides Remy’s knee was still brushing his and his cheek was on Logan’s arm…. And it was nice to wake up in a not empty house… and do breakfast for two… It wasn’t just about missing Scott anymore. It was just… nice to have Remy around.
Remy’s face was getting more and more comfortable on his shoulder and he could hear the younger man’s breathing. He was inhaling deeply through his nose… He shouldn’t let him do it…
“Are you hungry, kid?”
“Mmmm…. Very!” Logan could feel his mouth moving over his shoulder when Remy mumbled his answer. He gently pushed the kid away and stood up. Just then he realized that they were still in front of his house and hoped that the neighbors didn’t see that.
“Fine… Let’s get inside.”
Logan cooked something quickly and by the time they ate talking about cars and bikes it had gotten really late. Remy knew he was running out of time and panicked. He wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted to do but he didn’t want to go to sleep yet. Not if he didn’t even try… He stayed here to be alone with Logan but somehow he still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted something more, so…. he purposefully bumped into his host in the doorway.
“Sorry…”
Logan had to remind himself briefly that the kid was sober now and WASN’T provoking him. He simply didn’t look where he was going. It was easy to misinterpret the boy’s chaotic moves so… Logan walked passed him and after leaving some blanket on the couch he simply said ‘Good night’ and disappeared in his bedroom. Once there he took off his shoes, socks and shirt. Then he sat down on the bed and was removing his watch from his wrist when he heard knocking.
“Just come in…”
Cajun entered the room shyly, still fully clothed and not ready for the view that met his eyes. For the really long moment he could only stare. How would it feel to touch Logan right now…. He touched his stomach before but to be able to touch him now, when he was shirtless… to trace those muscles with his fingers, to press his face to his torso and maybe even lick his dark nipples…
“What is it, Cjaun?”
Awaken from his dreamlike sate Remy moved to stand in front of Logan, shifting his weight and exposing one hip a bit more to look sexy.
“Nothing, chère.”
And then Remy’s fingers were playing with Logan’s hair. Black locks slipped smoothly between the tanned fingers stubbornly going back to their former position. Logan released a heavy sigh and let his eyes slid close.
“I like your hair…”
The words broke the spell and Logan stopped the wandering hands.
“Do you often say things like that to other guys, Cajun?”
“Non… not often…. Never actually.”
One hand slid down the strong neck.
“Then why are you telling this to me?”
The other hand brushed Logan’s cheek.
“Because… I really DO like your hair.”
And then Remy was straddling his laps and his arms were around his neck. He was lighter than Scott even though he was a bit taller. He sure as hell had longer legs…He had perfect legs… Would he spread them for Logan willingly? He was sober and he was doing THAT, but to actually let the other man fuck you was something else. The kid’s lips moved slowly along his jaw line…. He was probably just curious and wanted to experiment a bit. It wasn’t worth the trouble it would cause.
“Remy…”
The younger man recognized the warning but….
“What? I’m not doing anything.” He managed to press his lips softly to the corner of Logan’s when strong hands got a hold of his bony hips and pushed him off.

“Just go to sleep, Cajun.”
Remy stood there desperately looking for some reason to stay, some argument to convince that stubborn mule to just give him a chance. He would make him feel good. He would make Logan moan and pant and… he would drive him over the edge, like that time on the couch. He knew he could! They both knew it! It was pointless to deny it now. They may have been a bit tipsy back then but they both enjoyed it nevertheless. All it took to feel it again was for Logan to relax and let Remy do what he wanted.
“Just relax, chère…”
“Don’t tease me, Cajun! Go to sleep.”
“Are you sure?”

The hands were back in his hair weakening his resolve.
“Yes, Remy. I am sure. Just leave.”
And his name again... It meant Logan was serious. He retreated and slowly moved back to the door, stopping just to ask:
“Are you angry?”
Logan laughed not really amused. This kid was incredible. First he was doing all those unimaginable things to get some reaction out of him and then was always worried if Logan was angry.
“No, I’m not. Good night, kid.”
“Bonne nuit, chère.”
The door closed leaving Logan aroused, strained and unsatisfied for the night.
TBC.....Probably tomorrow .and then the fun begins!
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