(Author’s note- I took Spanish not French, so whatever I spell incorrectly, please forgive.)

 

 

Part Two:

 

 

Logan spent the early afternoon in his room, pacing back and forth as to what he was going to do with that man only a wall away and just how he was going to be able to sleep through the pure torture his mind was tumbling him into.  Remy had heard him, had heard every last moan and call of the Cajun’s name.  There was no way to hide it.  He even thought of just walking out there and admitting he wanted his teammate, but all he got from that thought was a slight chuckle.  How did Remy get in and he not hear it?  Well that one’s easy stupid, you were too busy fucking Rosy Palm.  He spent hours just thinking how to deal with this when it came to him.  Why in the hells name was he even here?  That driving force now behind his line of thinking, all manner of thoughts flooded into Logan’s mind.  His head was going to explode.  He could smell the spice and smoke mixture that was purely Remy on the air.  It was intoxicating and made the flames in his belly leap with want. 

Finally collapsing on the bed out of shear frustration, Logan closed his eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath and calm down.  This was so unlike him.  At least Remy had stayed out of his room.  Expelling the breath in a slow soothing manor, he opened his eyes to look right up into the face of the man he had spent the last four hours trying to figure out.  Remy smiled down at Logan with a rather odd looking grin.  Logan just blinked, again surprised that he hadn’t heard his door open or smelled the stronger scent of the man before he reached the bed.  Odd indeed.  Lifting up to rest on his elbows, thick legs bent at the knee and fell over the side of the bed; Logan just stared back at that handsome face with a dark frown.

“What do you want?”  Remy smiled a little more naturally as he slipped down to sit on Logan’s bed.  It was only now that Logan took notice of what the other was wearing.  Snuggly fit faded out blue jeans hugged Remy’s hips; the knees were missing on them, allowing a small glimpse of sun bronze flesh and a nice dusting of dark brown hair.  The over sized sweater that hung of Remy’s wide shoulders was one he had just got this past Christmas from Storm.  She had great taste.  The dark colors of green and blue set of Remy’s eyes and hair beautifully, while still fitting well enough to tease the eyes with slight definition in his arms and chest. 

Shoeless, both Remy’s lengthy legs pulled up onto the bed and crossed in an Indian style fold.  His elbows pressed to his knees and he continued to only look at Logan with nothing more then that casual smile.  Logan rolled his eyes and moved to stand.  Having tossed on a pair of faded black jeans himself, he didn’t care about the shirt; give the kid a thrill if he really cared.  Yet Logan still felt strangle conscientious of his body around Remy.  Sure he was in top shape for a guy his age, but Remy was one of those trim men who still managed to be cut and defined in sharp lines.  Rolling his wide shoulders, Logan stepped from the room and back out into the open air of the living room.  Odd, as soon as Remy showed up, his thoughts went elsewhere.  His mind settled and he was much more relaxed.  Was he afraid of the Cajun staying or leaving?

A mental shake brought Logan back to the present and he went straight for the beer.  Opening the front door, he heard an accented “Burr” from the bedroom as a clod blast of air rushed over the heated home.  That made Logan smile despite himself.  It also made him want to warm Remy up.  Gods, he was never going to make it through the night in this place.  The door was shut after Logan had retrieved not one, but two beers from the ice box.  He was tempted to get something harder but his healing factor would cycle it out just as fast as he put it in.  Not being able to get drunk when you really wanted to really sucked some times.  Remy came from the bedroom and took up one of two suitcases.  Logan noted the direction he was heading with them and he growled deep within his chest. 

“You can sleep on the couch Gumbo.  This is my house, my bed.”  Popping the top to the first beer, he took a long, hard drag and bit back the stiff cold.  Remy paused and looked back to the other male, lifting a brow.

“I know Wolverine, Remy only gettin’ dem out de way so he can make dinner.”  He flashed a promising smile and slipped into the bedroom before more protest could come from the disgruntled mutant.  Popping right back out again, Remy began to walk with purpose toward Logan.  He had a dark sparkle in his blazing eyes that made Logan’s breath catch in his throat, but nothing more then that angered frown marred his face.  At the last moment, Remy shifted and went past rather then through the stonewall that was Logan.  His hand lightly and seemingly accidentally brushed up against Logan’s hips as he rounded him.  Stepping up to the kitchen, the taller male began to rummage through the cub bards, looking through the many shelves for what he could throw together.  He soon pulled out a head of lettuce, block of cheese and several other things Logan hadn’t put into the house.  Now where had the kid gotten that stuff?

Logan turned to watch what was going on with a lifted brow and for the first time he managed something of a smile/smirk.

“Worried I wouldn’t have anythin’ to eat?”  Remy eased a dashing smile over his chiseled features and pulled one of the large chopping knifes from its holder.

“Non.  But Remy thought he would need to bring somet’ing ta keep you from t’rowin’ ‘em out.”  Logan gave one raspy “Heh” and a nod.

“Not as stupid as ya look kid.”  Remy smiled, taking the comment and the small laugh as a compliment.  Thinking for a moment, Logan swallowed a bit of pride and prompted his next question carefully.  “Ya didn’t bruise your tender back side when I hit ya, did you?”  Remy looked up from the cutting bored and vegetables he had been cutting to meet Logan’s eyes and smiled slightly.

“Non.”  Logan gave a slight nod and turned away, moving to the couch and falling into the embrace of the over stuffed fabric.  His beer was lifted to his lips again and he motioned to the other on the dinning table.

“Help yourself.”  Remy had watched Logan go, smiling more so once his back was to the taller mutant.  Concern from Logan was like Scott cracking a joke, rare and often worded far too sarcastically.  Still it was concern and it brought a bit of hope to the plot Remy had been working on since Logan said he was coming up here.  It took him an entire day to hack into Cerebro and get direction to this place.  And it took another day to think of a decent excuse for leaving right after he returned from his own vacation.  Xavier had seen right through it though.  He knew exactly where Remy was going, and why.  He gave it his blessing and lent Remy the school’s jeep to make the trek up.  His bike just wouldn’t handle the icy roads and snow.  He had planned it all, down to the extremely expansive bottle of wine in his duffle bag and the white tapered candles that rested right beside the flavored lubrication in his suitcase.  What he couldn’t have planned, but was ever thankful for, was the blizzard that was headed their way.  The radio was predicting eight feet of snow between now and next week.  It was perfect, trapped in a small cabin alone with the man he had lusted over for years.  Well, almost perfect.  He just had to convince Logan to put aside his reservation and let that deeply rooted want Remy knew was there, grow. 

His thoughts were interrupted as Logan motioned to the beer.  Never one to pass up an offered drink, Remy left the small pile of chopped foods to take the ice cold bottle of beer in hand.  Popping the top he took a short swig and coughed.

“It’s frozen!”  Remy chocked out as a piece of beer-flavored ice ran down the back of his throat.  A low chuckle came from Logan’s side of the room and he lifted his bottle in salute.

“Think of it as a Beer-cicle.”  Remy just frowned slightly, setting his beer near the stove to defrost.  Going back to work, he let his gaze drift over the much to silent Logan from time to time.  It was a wonder the man had any friends, so isolated, willingly so, to the rest of the world.  Just look at the place he picked to “vacation.”  Yuck.  Remy would change that, however, at least he would try.  Watching the male on the couch as he stared into the fire’s flames and had evening light dance across his scruffy face, Remy slipped with the knife and sliced a small cut across his index finger. 

“Mierd.”  His tone was hushed but Logan’s inhuman hearing picked it up instantly.  Sitting forward enough to turn and look at the other, the older man lifted a coarse brow and waited for explanation.  Remy just smiled and flashed him a slight wink.  “De dinner is now Remy flavored.”  Logan’s loins stirred violently to that and rather then have that look of hunger read on his feature, he turned to stare back at the flames. 

“Don’t bleed all over my kitchen, Gumbo.”  Remy scoffed at the comment and turned to flip the steaks that were grilling on the open rang of the stove.  Logan’s loins were the only the thing getting violet.  His stomach was beginning to inform him he was hungry for food as well. 

Pushing himself off the couch, Logan moved back to the kitchen, choosing to watch the card-dealing mutant as he finished up with the meal.  Surprisingly, the entire time his mind had been rather clear and at ease with Remy in the room.  His thoughts weren’t being tortured with ‘what ifs’ and ‘I wonders.’  He was left to let his muscles relax and his head clear out the junk.  However it unnerved him also.  He wasn’t supposed to be this relaxed around someone he lusted for.  Bah, he wasn’t going to get into that line of thinking now.  The grumble of his stomach was so loud that even Remy turned around to look at the shorter man.

“Easy Logan, no need ta get pushy.”  A teasing smile played Remy’s lips and he motioned to the table.  “If you would be so kind as ta help Remy set de table?”  Tossing his empty beer bottle into the trash, he looked up under the low brow and smirked.

“I suppose.”  Remy turned back to the steaks and as Logan righted himself, he took the moment to let his eyes trail up the back of those slender legs and linger for a longer moment on the pert, well rounded ass that was so tightly fit into those faded jeans.  Finally forcing his eyes to pull away, he moved to the table and began to place the setting for two.  He barely had enough silverware for two people.  If it hadn’t come with the house he most likely wouldn’t have had anything but a knife and fork, single glass and single plate for himself.  Yet some how he had a feeling that Remy had brought even an extra place setting if the need arose to have it. 

Once the table was set and Remy was coming the five steps from the kitchen to the table with the plates of food, Logan folded himself into a wooden chair and pulled his napkin over one firm thigh.  His gaze drifted over the meal made for him.  Steak, potatoes, and green beans with a side salad sat before him and he couldn’t help the slight smile.  Well, the kid has his tastes down.  Remy seemed to brighten slightly with that small smile and he fell to sit with his half empty bottle of beer and a glass of water.  A glass of water was set out for Logan as well and rather then have that cold blast chill his companion, Logan settled to drinking only that through dinner.

“Eat up Mon ami.  T’ings get cold quick here.”  Remy smiled slightly and lifted up his fork to dab a few beans in the cheese covered potato.  Logan gave no objection as they both set in to eating in silence.

It had bothered Logan all through dinner.  He wanted to know just why Remy was here and why he was going through all this trouble just to spend a few days here with him.  It didn’t make sense and this racking his brain to try and keep the other male out of his head just wasn’t working.  He had gotten to the point he didn’t care anymore.  If it was just a one-night stand and a mercy fuck to get it out of his system, Logan wanted to know.  Yeah, he didn’t want a one-night stand, he could get those any time he wanted them.  He wanted more, but he wasn’t going to get it acting like some fool kid with a crush.  Sucking down his pride, he made up his mind to just have it out with the Swamp rat.  It wasn’t until after dinner was done and Logan helped his teammate with the dishes that he finally gave in to ask. 

“Why are you here Remy?  You knew this was my time away from the manor, my time away from you.”  Remy looked up, not expecting Logan to just come out and say anything about that.  He blinked those fire hues of his and smiled slightly.

“Ah you know Remy Logan, he like to keep ya on you’re toes.”  Putting the last dish into the cabinet, Remy turned his back to his roommate.  However he did take notice that it was the first time Logan had called him by his name in a long time.

“Cut the crap Swamp Rat.  I want the truth.”  Remy paused and then smoothly turned around with that feline like grace that flowed through his every vein. 

“You seemed like you needed the company Wolverine.  You always moppin’ about the manor like you gonna kill de next person ta talk to ya.  Remy just t’ought he might be able to cheer you up a bit.  We friends non?”  Logan seemed slightly disappointed but he let it go swiftly with a slight nod.

“I aint lettin’ you sleep in my bed.”  Marking off toward the door, he jerked it open and pulled out another half frozen beer from the cooler, before closing the door he snagged another for Remy.  Tossing the beer to him, Logan slumped down into the tan couch and lifted his feet up to stretch out over the cushions.  Remy caught the thrown beer, just barely, and moved to join him.  The long couch would easily fit four people and thus there was enough room for one man to stretch out and the other to sit with more then enough room.

Remy fell to sit on the other end and looked over to the dying fire.  Setting the Beer-cicle down on the small coffee table, he rose again and tossed two more logs on the fire.  His beer cap was kinetically charged and thrown in as well.  The small explosion set the wood into a fiery blaze and stoked the heat of the fire ten fold.  Remy smiled and Logan chuckled.

“That’s one way to do it.”  Returning to his seat, Remy shrugged at the comment.

“It works, and it makes more sense den pokin’ it wit a stick.”  Logan moved his feet slightly, giving Remy a bit more room down the end.  Remy smiled a thanks but he didn’t sit just yet.  Passing by the couch, he ventured into Logan’s room and shut the door.  Logan was about to repeat his statement of staying out of his bed when Remy did it for him.

“Non, I know!  Not in Logan’s bed!”  The elder smirked and took a swig of the frosty beer, waiting for his companion to emerge from the bedroom. 

It wasn’t long when Remy came out in an out fit that made Logan near choke on his beer.  Silk blue silk pants, riding loose on his legs and nuzzled low on his hips dawned slender lower half.  Logan couldn’t help but notice he was allowing himself to ‘flow freely’ underneath that pair of thin silk.  The matching blue silk shirt, with long sleeves that were partly rolled up on his forearms, was allowed to linger open and expose the smooth plane of his chest and etched abs.  The light dusting of hair on his body was just enough to be masculine without over doing it, where as Logan was hairy.  Period. 

Bare feet carried Remy toward the couch and he gave a soft groan as he fell down to sit at the other man’s feet.  A book in one hand, he placed his long legs up on the coffee table and parted the pages of his novel.  Logan rolled his shoulders and let his gaze wonder into the fire, content to stay in his faded black jeans for the moment.  He would be heading to bed soon enough, but it was still early, only about seven and for some reason he felt compelled to stay right where he was.  If nothing more then just for the view.  A yawn broke Remy’s lips and Logan watched as the Cajun seemed to be slowly slipping into slumber.  He tired to pay it no mind, getting lost in flicker of the flames and the sound of the snowfall that had just begun out side. 

It must have been an hour before Logan pulled his mind form the vacant thoughts the flames brought.  Drawing in a deep breath and expelling it noisily, he looked to the other male that was now sound asleep at the other end of the large couch.  Curled up into the fetal pose on his side of the couch, careful not to have disturbed Wolverine as he did so, Remy’s beautiful crimson eyes were seal.

 

Poor kid.  He must have been really exhausted to conk out at eight thirty.

 

Logan shifted and pulled his leg over the side of the couch.  He knew Remy’s normal hours.  Up late and stay out all night.  He must have gotten up early to keep time with Logan and get up here before the storm.  It looked to have really taken it out of him.  Strands of silky red brown hair were lightly draped over the Cajun’s face, giving him a look of peacefulness that Logan desperately wanted to touch.  Taking the thick blanket from the back of the couch, he unfolded it and placed it over Remy’s coiled body.  The other male stirred slightly but didn’t wake.  Rather, he shifted slightly and stretched out more so on the couch.  Logan smiled a full pull of hard lips and bent to run his mouth over the soft strands of hair, breathing in that spicy scent that was purely Remy Lebeau.  In reaction, Remy’s mouth slightly parted, exhaling a sweet breath that tickled Logan’s nose.  Those plush lips looked so vulnerable, just begging to be tasted.  He couldn’t withstand it.  Through all his control, Logan couldn’t stop his body as he bent more so and gently pressed a tender kiss to Remy’s heated mouth.  A soft purr echoed from Remy’s throat, and hand that hand been wrapped up with the other and tucked under his chin came alive and reached out skim his blunt nails along Logan’s chest.  His middle digit scrapped over a flat nipple and Logan issued a faint grunt.  His kiss swayed, unsure if he wanted to pull away and save the embarrassment of letting his teammate awaken to his image rather then the beautiful female he was no doubted dreaming of, or stay long enough to convince the mostly asleep man to open his delicious mouth more so and give him a taste of that spice.  Remy made Logan’s mind up for him.