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Late Night Swim	By : ragincajun1980 Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 3461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Late Night Swim
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Remy had been staring at the computer screen for the last hour. He was online, looking at his bank account. A hundred dollars was missing and he couldn�t quite figure out where it had gone. He�d balanced his checkbook, and all the money he�d spent was accounted for via receipts and pay stubs. He frowned and looked at the amount on the screen. Still wrong. He checked the loan payments and ATM withdrawls. Hah! A clue, Sherlock. He�d pulled out a hundred to pay for the pizza he�d ordered last week. That�s where it went. He smiled and added that to his grand total. There we go�now everything panned out. He signed off the bank�s website and turned off the computer. Now, he�d work out for a while, then shower and take a nap. He had absolutely no plans to go out, much to everyone�s surprise. He was the party boy, but he was staying in tonight, for some much needed him-time.

Elsewhere in the mansion, Logan was in as well, sprawled out on a fancy lawn chair by the pool, listening to the lapping of the water around the edges and the omnipresent hum of the filter. He wasn�t in the best of moods and while most people would have argued that was his default mood, they would have been wrong. He�d returned from the city earlier that day, gone immediately to the Danger Room and run through the best part of his yearly budget in an attempt to punish himself (once again) for his existence. After a shower, he�d pulled on his jeans and padded barefoot through the mansion with a six pack in one hand and a towel in the other, headed for the outside and the woods beyond. The edge of the pool was as far away as he�d actually gotten before he decided he�d gone far enough.

Oddly, even though he was in the mood where he was best left alone (lest someone lose a finger) he didn�t want to be too far from the comfort of other people�s presence and voices. So he�d taken over the poolside and as the sun slowly slipped away, he listened as people went out or moved on to other pursuits. Sipping at a beer, he stared moodily into the pool, his dark gaze blank as he chased the devil tails of thoughts and worries.
After a brief workout in the gym, Remy decided a swim would be good for him. He�d do a few laps and skip the shower. Though the chlorine would probably ruin his hair. Eh, whatever. He stripped down to his shorts and headed out of the weight room to the pool. He stopped dead when he saw Logan glowering at the water like it did something wrong. Maybe a swim wasn�t such a good idea. He didn�t want to lose any valuable body parts. He was barely a foot out of the door. He started walking back towards it as quietly as possible. He knew he�d still get grunted or grumbled at. But at least he�d escape with his hide intact. At least Logan wasn�t flailing around. He seemed downright docile, save the glowering bit. Yeah, he�d avoid the Wolverine at all costs for the next few days. Remy had a bad habit of pissing people off, and yeah. Pissed off Wolverine was bad. Very bad.

�Have yer swim,� came a rumble from the growing darkness behind the Cajun. Logan had seen Gambit come out and stop dead, hoping he hadn�t been spotted. The boy ought to know better. Just because Wolverine didn�t seem to see you, didn�t mean he hadn�t. Besides, Remy�d been working out and the tang of his sweat carried further than his soft footsteps. Shifting on the fancy and probably expensive lounge chair, Logan pulled out a cigar he�d stowed between the bottles of the half dead soldiers of the six pack and lit it with the battered Zippo he always carried in his jeans. Opening another bottle to replace the one he�d just polished off, he let his growl of a voice fill the silent (unless the ears in question were like his) pool area. �I ain�t likely ta try killin� ya unless yer plannin� on splashin� me.� Lapsing back into silence, he stretched and laid back to stare up at the deep blue sky where the stars had begun to peep out.

Damn it, that�s right. Logan could smell him and hear him. Just his luck. Luckily his back had been turned so Logan couldn�t see the grimace he made. He turned back around to face the Wolverine. He smiled as sweetly as possible, �Merci, mon ami�.� He made for the side of the pool across from Logan. He wanted to be as far away from the wolverine as humanly possible. He had no intentions of provoking the wild man at all. He slipped into the water and began his laps, never taking his eyes off Logan, except for when he had to. He made sure not to make much noise either. Remy paused at the edge of the pool for a moment, unable to concentrate really. He looked back at Logan, �Would ya mind keeping� y� feelin�s to y� self? S�hard enough tryin� not t� drown�dun need y� broadcastin� everythin��.� He knew he came off sounding bitter, but eh. If he was gonna piss Logan off more, now would be the time to do it�just get it over with. He started another lap, this one slower, so he could hear the Canadian�s inevitable retort.

If Logan thought anything of Remy�s care not to irritate him, he didn�t show it. Truth was he had enough to do looking up at the stars and thinking about how lonely he felt, even in the middle of all his good friends. It was a puzzle of the sort he was still, after all these years of trying, unable to solve. Maybe only running to the pool when he was upset was another step in his learning process, not that he saw it that way. When Remy accused him of ruining his night swim Logan sat up, one brow sent skyward as he looked over at the Cajun and set his bottle on the table beside him, picking something up. The tennis ball was flung with eerie accuracy and bipped Remy off the head as Logan snapped, but not as irritably as he normally would have, �Yeah, I thought yer water wings were missin�.� Drawing his body forward until he was seated on the edge of the lounge chair, he smirked in Remy�s direction. �I already tol� ya I wasn�t likely ta try killin� ya, what tha fuck more ya want? A fuckin� hug?�

Remy glared at the Canadian, �Now, dat was uncalled for�Remy has a simple request n� he gets hit upside de head with a tennis ball. Go figure.� He made another lap across the pool, on his back this time, listening to Logan. He was laughing on the inside. This was just too much. A snicker escaped and he bit his lips and he adjusted himself to tread water while looking at the Wolverine, �Y� dun got anymore tennis balls up dere do ya?� Well, those weren�t really a concern. It was the empty beer bottles he was worried about. Those could break. �Y� know�now dat y� be mentionin� it�.Remy does wan� a hug�hugs are nice�.Maybe y� should try huggin� people more offen�stead o� tryin� t� rip dey heads off�.more effective methinks.� He winked at the Canadian, then ducked under the water. He didn�t know how long he could hold his breath, but Logan would probably have something aimed at his head for when he surfaced.-

Logan snarled something unrepeatable under his breath about simple requests and finished the beer in a single swallow. Well, a near swallow. He sputtered a bit on it when Remy offered his one step solution to all life�s problems. Hug people. Hug people! Logan stood, setting the cigar aside and melting into the darkness around the pool. From the inky shadows, he stalked around the pool, hunting for something to throw that wouldn�t kill the Cajun or bloody the water. Just as Remy began to surface, Logan came up with the ideal weapon. When the man breached the water and took a deep breath, Logan flung his plan into action. �Yer right! I oughtta try huggin� people more,� he said from behind Remy, waiting until the man turned to face him before delivering the coup d�grace. �I�ll start wit� you.� Intent stated, he leapt from the darkness into the water, catching Remy in his arms with the momentum of his lunge and the weight of his body dragging them both down into the depths. To keep the Cajun from wriggling free, he wrapped his legs around Remy�s and tried not to grin at the ensuing struggle. He let Remy go and pushed to the sweet night air himself, coughing once then shaking his head as he trod water. �Y�know, yer right. I feel better all ready!�

Remy had yelped when he�d been attacked. And struggled the whole way back up. Once Logan had let him go and he was able to surface. He sputtered and coughed for a second before turning and splashing Logan with a couple gallons of water, �Well, I�m glad y� happy, y� old dirty bastard�.dat was just wrong�.so wrong�If y� really wanted a hug, I woulda been more dan happy t� get outta de pool and hug y� all gentle like�Yeesh�� He kicked away from Logan, just incase the Canadian decided to strike again. On second thought, he swam to the side of the pool and pulled himself up, then sat on the edge, �But in all seriousness, what�s wit� de dark cloud dat follows you around all de time�?�-

Logan was like a cat in more ways than one, and one of those ways was that although he could swim, he didn�t often choose to. Like most wild animals, he didn�t like the process of getting wet or of being wet but Remy had made far too easy a target to ignore and he�d brushed his dislike of water aside to take advantage of it. The splash of water made him snort and sent him back under water briefly. �Do us both a favor Cajun, don�t hug me gentle like �less yer plannin� on bendin� over.� The words were the usual sort of banter between friends and he�d hoped they would steer Remy away from the cause of all this. They didn�t. Another hallmark of friendship, the ability to read past all the bullshit and get to the crux of the matter. Shaking his head, Logan let out a sound midway between a growl and a sigh and swam over to the edge of the pool not far from where Remy was perched. �Not knowin�s exhaustin�... not knowin� when normal shit like yer birthday is, or if ya was born ta a good family, or if any of �em cared ta look fer ya... an� add all tha crap I done inbetween then an� now, an� ya might getta little idea why I ain�t exactly a ball of laughs.� Hauling himself out with only his upper body strength, Logan snapped his neck from side to side and looked at the state of his jeans, then snorted. �Mind ya, that might be a blessin�.�

Remy had canted his head slightly to the side, listening to Logan. He was able to see through Logan�s bravado. Ah, blessed be the gift of Empathy. It was a curse sometimes too. He wasn�t always able to control it. �We all got our crosses to bear. Fact of life, mon ami. I learned dat early on�But as far as y� family is concerned, maybe de reason dey ain� come looking� for ya is de t�ink y� dead�I mean�y� are a lot older than ya look�� He sighed and started wringing out his hair, �I got a similar problem�I dunno when my birt�day is either�Dunno how old I really am�dunno where I come from�dunno anything really�Dat�s why y� gotta look past all dat crap�don� let it get to ya�easier said than done, I know�Why the hell am I tryin� to give y� advice? I�m in the same fuckin� boat you are, homme�.� He sighed again and wiggled his toes in the water, �Somethin� my papa used t� tell me�.everything happens for a reason�.sometimes, that reason eludes us, probably for the best. If you had the chance to find out where you came from, would you take it? I sure as hell wouldn�t.�

Logan shook out like a dog when he could take no more of the water trickling down his bare skin from his hair. The instinctual things felt so good it was easy to forget they weren�t always socially acceptable. Running his right hand through his hair, he nodded morosely to the facts Remy was pointing out. �I jest wish sometimes I hadda place ta go, like ya got tha Big Easy. Mebbe yer life ain�t perfect, Gumbo, but ya at least know somethin� �bout it.� Scratching his neck, Logan looked up at the pale disk of the moon, then froze as Remy asked the question he asked himself on nights like this. If he could know it all, would he dare find out? �I dunno bub, I�d like ta say no... but times like now I wonder if I�d be strong enough ta resist.�

Remy shrugged, �Everyone�s different. What you find out might change you�Dat�s why I wouldn�t take de chance. I like who I am, jaded past or no�Dun like it, tough shit. S�yer problem�not mine.� He shielded himself from the spray from Logan�s hair, then wiped his face, �New Orleans�is where I�m from, yes�it�s where I call home�but I still dun remember de first ten years o� my life�probably better dat way.� He laid back on the cement that surrounded the pool and stared at the sky, �But�I t�ink y� be strong enough t� make de right decision. Y� seem pretty level headed, despite what y� may think�� Remy glanced over at his poolside companion, �So�were y� serious about huggin� me gentle if I bend over?�

Logan had lapsed back into the silence that was his calling card. When Wolverine was making noise � growling, snarling, or any of the other repertoire of animal sounds at his disposal � it was best to steer clear. When Logan was talking, it was often wise to listen, but it was when he was silent that he was most often himself � alone, confused, and somehow, as sturdy as a Catholic�s belief in God. The feel of his sodden jeans on his skin was vaguely repulsive and his lip curled lightly to that and not Remy�s words. Perhaps it was why they were friends, this vague understanding they held of each other borne of hardship in their lives � the things they couldn�t or wouldn�t remember. It amounted to the same thing really. �If only bein� level-headed was all it took...� he murmured. A brief silence was interrupted by the verbal equivalent of Remy slapping him upside the head with a tennis ball and Logan�s head whipped around to look at his friend. But he considered the answer a long time, his dark gaze on the Cajun, finally offering �Mebbe I was.�

Remy blinked. He thought Logan would have laughed it off and said no. But the look Logan was giving him told him other wise, that he was at least half serious. Remy bit his lip and got up, then looked down at his friend, �If only, gets y� nowhere�� He stretched and moved to sit on one of the patio chairs, still looking� at Logan, �Well, if y� were�I mean�Crap, now y� got me thinking��that�s bad, homme�� He chuckled. Remy tended to crack horrible jokes when he was nervous. �Let�s go inside�get y� outta y� wet clothes, hmm?� Nice, change the subject, Gumbo. As appealing as the idea of bending over for Logan was, no�you don�t fuck your best friend�unless there were extenuating circumstances. And in this case he wasn�t really sure where either of them were standing on the issue.

Logan snorted, a half laugh that felt good. The look on Remy�s face was worth telling a little of the truth and listening to him trip over his words worth a little more. Getting up, the wet denim molded to his body, Logan shook his head. �Thinkin� ain�t so bad... an� ain�t no one �round gonna see this anyhow.� That much was true, they were all out or off watching movies and even if they looked outside what were they going to see Not much thanks to the moon vanishing behind a scudding cloud that obscured its light as Logan approached his friend�s place of retreat. The ridiculously long patio chairs he�d hated not more than thirty minutes ago were now his best friend as he dropped down beside Remy in the sudden blackness of the night and with curiously gentle fingers, grasped his friend�s chin. They were close enough to see each other and Logan smiled, leaning in for a soft stolen kiss before the clouds cleared the moon.

Remy�s breath and heart stopped the moment Logan�s lips touched his. His eyes closed and he could have sworn he felt butterflies. His hand came up to rest on Logan�s chest, not quite pushing him away, but not inviting him in either. It was just there. He broke the kiss after a moment and looked at Logan, opening his mouth to say something, but no words would come. For once, the Cajun was silenced. What could he say? His thoughts were going about a million miles a minute and in a million different directions. He just looked at Logan. His hand moved up to cup Logan�s stubbled cheek, �Logan, I...� Well, that was two word. He still didn�t know where he was going to go with this, or where Logan was going with this. He looked down and shook his head, then looked back up at Logan, still no words.

Fortune favors the bold and as Remy had his little moment, Logan watched him, timing it all with exquisite perfection. Putting his hand over the Cajun�s, he gently removed it from his face and laid it on Remy�s lap just as the moon broke free of the clouds, leaving them sitting beside each other as if continuing the serious conversation by the pool. The barest of smirks was on Logan�s face and he looked back at the water, then shook his head. �I finally get the courage an� ya ain�t got nothin� ta say.� Standing, he grabbed the last two beer from the table and started for the door. �Gonna go get dry Gumbo. Ya know where my room is if ya thinka somethin� ta actually say.�
Remy sat there for about five minutes after Logan had left before he gathered the courage to stand up. He went back inside, still dripping slightly and made for his room, still trying to sort out what had just happened. He dressed himself after a brief shower, in pair of pj bottoms and a tee shirt. He slipped on his slippers and left his room, making his way towards Logan�s. He made sure he was unseen, just in case. Rumors spread like brushfire within in the confines of the Mansion. Remy didn�t bother knocking on the door, just let himself in. He knew Logan would be in his room, waiting, maybe�Logan was all weird like that. He shut the door behind him, �Logan? Cher�I�I�m sorry bout earlier�s�just�y� caught me a bit off guard n��yeah�y� caught me off guard�wasn�t really ready�f� dat�.�

Logan had showered as well upon returning to his room. The stench of chlorine still clung to his body and he scowled at it but there was nothing to be done for it. He bore it and stretched after tossing the towel to the hamper, grabbing the black silk men�s kimono off the back of the bathroom door and wrapping his body in it. His room was beyond Spartan, so few things adorning it and he flopped comfortably on the bed. A dog eared paperback book sat on the bedside table and he reached for it and began to read as he waited. The wait wasn�t long and he looked up as Remy entered, looking confused and a little nervous. �C�mere Gumbo. Guess it�s time ta talk �bout it huh� Not that Logan liked to talk, he was mostly about action though there were times when words were necessary. Like now. Patting the bed beside him, he set the book down then grinned. �I ain�t gonna bite ya.�

Remy blushed and moved to sit down beside Logan on the bed. He played with the edge of the blanket a bit, then looked at Logan, �Tell y� de truth�I wouldn�t mind if ya did�� He smirked and looked away, �But dat ain� why Remy came here�Why�d y� kiss Remy?� A thousand responses raced through Remy�s mind, but none of them really made sense. Guess he�d just have to wait for Logan to tell him. As predictable as he thought Logan was, it wasn�t like that. Logan rarely did the expected. Always the unexpected. Like that kiss. Gods, the kiss. He licked his lips and suppressed a moan. He could almost still taste beer and cigars.

Logan looked Remy over the way so many women must have, taking all of the tall handsome man in. Part of him resisted this path, and the rest of him didn�t give a shit. His lips curled into a strangely soft smile as he reached out and caught Remy around the neck with one strong paw as he echoed words back to the Cajun. �Don� like it? Tough shit... gonna do it �gain.� The second kiss was as sweet as the first and put the protesting part of his body to rest. Instinct was a powerful thing. So was the need to connect and he pushed his hand up between the tee shirt and the tempting flesh underneath, resting his palm on the toned abs he found. A light growl escaped around the kiss and he broke it off, fairly panting as he sat and looked at Remy in a strange heady mix of defiance and lust, �Stay, sleep in my arms. All I want from ya Gumbo... tonight.�

Remy practically melted into the kiss and covered the hand on his stomach with his own. He instinctively scooted closer to the older man. God damn, he hoped this wasn�t a dream. Please God, don�t let this be a dream. When Logan broke the kiss, Remy looked over the other�s face. It was always hard to get a read on Logan. He had the world�s best poker face, in Remy�s opinion. He knew lust when he saw it. And it definitely showed on Logan�s features. But his words said something else. Remy looked away for a second, then looked back at Logan, nodding. He sighed and laid back on the bed, waiting for Logan to lay with him, �I�ll stay��
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