Warnings and Ratings:....... same apply to this that has applied to the previous. Part 3 to Live to Tell. Skin is written and sung by Madonna.

Remy sat there for a moment. He took everything in. The incident on his bed, the payback in the shower, and now this. The simple word that he had hoped Logan would say. He moaned and half-whimpered as the strong hands on his shoulders had now started to massage the traces of tension and anxiety out of him. He stared out into the miles of blue and brown in front of him. The tears welled up, but he refused them access to fall.

Logan inhaled the kid's scent. Sweet, and soft. He also picked up on the kid's confusion. Rubbing thin shoulders a bit harder, but not bruisingly, he wanted to talk to the Cajun. "Look, I aint sayin I tricked you in the shower. I'm just sayin..... we're even. I don't like bein hijacked......" He stopped and froze as Remy stood up and turned around with an icy glare in his eyes.

"Hijacked?? Is dat what you t'ink I did? Hijack you?"

Do I know you from somewhere?
Why do you leave me wanting more?

"Wait a minute, Gumbo....."

"Non! You wait, homme! I didn' do dat because I wan'to play tricks on Logan. I did it because Remy need love aussi. Remy's in control of his emotions. Now, you want Remy, too?"

Why do all the things I say
Sound like the stupid things I've said before?

Logan stood there for a minute. He couldn't place where the kid was. He'd thought Gambit had wanted their little romps, but now it seemed moot. Logan sighed, and put his hands up to let Remy know he had backed off. Following that move, he went back to tending to the dishes before drying them off and putting them away.

To the side of Logan, he had noticed Remy open the sliding glass door and the closed it behind him as he stormed off to sit on some rocks near the ocean and watch the surfers.

The kid was pissed. But, why? It was the Cajun that had started it. Wasn't it? He was the one who lulled and lured Logan to his bed to seduce him, wasn't it? So, why was he angry, and not Logan?

[Put your hand on my skin]
[Put your hand on my skin]
[Put your hand on my skin]

Remy spent the day on a rock that was nearly surrounded by ocean. The waves crashed around him, soaking him in cool, salty mist. He hadn't wanted to look back at the house to see Logan watch him from the front porch. Instead, he took the time to scold himself. "Tu es gans la merde, Remy! Zut alors! How could you be so stupid?"

Kiss me, I'm dying
Put your hand on my skin

Logan sat on the porch, in a lawn chair that was leaned back on it hind rail, with his feet propping him back while resting on the tall rail. He held a beer in his right hand and pulled his straw cowboy hat
down over his eyes.

The sun would be setting soon, and the kid would have to come back to the house to get out of the approaching storm. The clouds were rolling in quick.

Logan waited as long as he could until standing up as the first few drops of the rainstorm splotched his arms. Thunder started in too. The lightning was what made Logan look toward the rock Remy had
been sitting on. At the next burst, he saw a figure lying on his back as the rain pounded on top of him.

"Shit!"

I close my eyes
I need to make a connection

Logan set the empty bottle on the railing and took off in the direction of the rocks. "Damn Cajun!" When he got to Remy, he was amused to find him asleep. Heavy breathing and soft cooing told Logan he was probably dreaming about what happened before hand. Carefully picking him up, he held the slim body next to him and carried him back to the house. Back to Remy's near-empty bedroom. Back to that same spot they had been just a night before.

Remy was soaked, and still asleep. No shoes, no socks, not even a jacket. There was no sense on giving him another bath only to have the images of the previous shower replay in both their minds. So, Logan thought it best to undress him and put him back in his bed.

As Logan slipped Remy's shirt off, he jumped as a hand grabbed his own and squeezed. "Easy kid. Just gettin ya outta these wet clothes and into bed." Lightly removing the now slack hand, Logan resumed undressing the kid. The shirt was now off and lying on the floor in a wet heap. Next, was the kid's jeans and boxers. He stood the kid's almost limp body up and let his head rest on Logan's shoulder, as he unfastened and unzipped the kid's jeans and slid them down. He started sliding the kid's white boxers down, but was again stopped by a hand.

"Non, Logan. Leave me be. Remy can do dis by himself." Lifting his head up and pushing back from the older man, slightly.

"Shuddup, Cajun. You aint in no position to give me orders. Yer soaked and fallin asleep. Be glad I brought ya in from the rain." Logan smacked Remy's swats away.

Remy silently nodded and then pushed his own boxers down. He let them fall to his ankles, along with his wet jeans. Sitting back down on the side of the bed, he looked around and smiled to himself.

I'm walking on a thin line

Remy didn't look up to see the other man staring down at him. Instead he looked at the black singe that had been his pillow. He shuddered. After a minute that seemed like forever, he glanced up to find Logan still standing in front of him, staring at him.

"What?" He paused. "I'm naked, again. You happy, mon capitan?" Remy glared and tried to hide a yawn.

"Cut the crap, Gumbo. Look, if this is gonna work, we both need to decide. We aint leavin this house until we do just that. Now, tell me just what the hell went through your twisted Cajun mind the other night." Logan bent down, forcing Remy to lie on his back, while he hovered above him.

Again, a twinge of de ja vouz came over Remy.

I close my eyes
I close my eyes

"Embrasse moi, sil vous plait."

Logan looked at the kid, confused. Eventhough, he was half asleep and now shivering from the coolness of the room, he asked Logan to kiss him? When he didn't move, Remy reached up and grabbed Logan's shirt. Pulling him down, and forcing the older man's lips to his. He felt the kid's tongue glide over his lips and force them open.

When their kiss broke, Logan stood up again, and waited. He looked down to see Remy had sat up and began unbuttoning Logan's jeans. He pushed them down and noted Logan hadn't worn any underwear. Remy didn't think he ever did.

Remy had been greeted with Logan's long, and more than average sized erection. Out of past reflex, he licked his lips and once again fixed his eyes on Logan. He flinched as Logan had begun stroking his hair with one hand and then placed his thumb of his other hand on Remy's chin. As if giving Remy a casual invite, he gasped quietly as the young Cajun took the lead and began swallowing Logan's arousal.

Touch me, I'm trying

Soft moans from Logan let Remy give a smile to himself. Hands closed about Remy's soaked hair, forcing the warm mouth to take the older man deeper into him. And so, he did. The tip of his broad nose brushed Logan's stomache. Remy sucked a bit harder, anticipating Logan's gutteral cry and his release. He didn't have to wait long. But, before Logan could orgasm, he pushed away from the kid.

To see inside of your soul

Logan pulled Remy to his feet and kissed him again, passionately. Remy's own erection brushed against Logan's, causing the erruption from Logan. Spraying Remy and himself in a warm sprinkle, Logan gasped and growled into the kiss.

Remy had closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Logan and began turning them around so that it was Logan's turn to lie on the bed. "Mon ami, d'you wan' Remy to fuck you?" Red on black eyes stared cooly down at the older man.

Logan hinted a grin at the young man before bringing his hands up to rest on Remy's hips.

I've got this thing
I want to make a correction

"Think you can handle it, kid?" Logan smiled as he spread his legs a bit.

"Yea, I t'ink so. Old man." Remy laughed calmly before starting to stroke himself to the point of pre-come dribbled down over the head of his errection. "You ready, mon aime?"

I'm not like this all the time

Logan smiled and moved a hand from Remy's slender hips to help Remy stroke himself. "You aint done, yet, kid?"

This time Remy smiled. Easing his hardness down, between Logan's legs, he quickly moved to kiss Logan at the same time he pushed himself inside. Keeping the contact in the kiss, Remy leaned on his right hand and reached for Logan's legnth with the left.

Logan grunted at the invasion, but then quickly relaxed into the gentle rhythm that the kid had begun.

You've got this thing
You've got this thing

The two embraced each other as they made quiet, passionate love. Playing kisses on each other, Logan had felt the sudden, wet drops of tears, fall onto his cheeks. Both of their eyes had been closed, but curiousity had forced Logan to open his to see what was going on. Remy was crying. Not even trying to wipe his tears away, he just buried himself deeper and deeper into Logan with both his errection and his kiss. Noticing the kid's pace was growing more and more frantic as his tears fell more heavily, he reached his hand up to the kid's hair agin and brushed the silkeness back while pulling the frail body more close to him.

Remy had been so busy pushing himself deeper into the warmth of the strong body below him, he had let his orgasm build until he couldn't control his release. Pulling himself back from the kiss, he gave one last deep thrust and gasped through gritted teeth as he let the mad rush of white hot lust fill his lover to the brim.

Logan gazed at Remy for the longest moment before feeling the kid's come rush up inside him. As the kid moved his hands to brace himself on either side of Logan, Logan in turn, replaced his hands on the kid's hips and pulled him deeper into him, letting the Remy's orgasm complete itself.

Do I know you from somewhere?
Why do you leave me wanting more?

With a heavy, outward sigh, Remy removed himself and lay to the left of Logan. Out of breath and quite tired, Remy looked at Logan and smiled. He let the sweat cool him off as he asked, "Remy done good, ne?"

"Yea, kid. You done good."

Why do all the things I say
Sound like the stupid things I've said before?

Remy smiled drowsily. Rolling onto his right side to face Logan, he closed his eyes for a moment. He felt better eventhough he wasn't sure how the events played out to Logan. So, he smiled again and placed his free hand on Logan's chest. The other held his head up on his elbow. Noticing that Logan hadn't gotten off yet, he moved his hand down to where Logan's arrousal was and ran his fingertips over the legnth.

"Mmmm....." Was the soft moan from Logan as he was jolted out of a cat nap.

Kiss me, I'm dying
Put your hand on my skin

"You're still hard, mon ami. You let Remy swallow it, oui?"

"No."

"No?? Que?"

"I have a better idea." Grabbing the kid and rolling him back onto his back, Logan knelt down infront of the sprawled boy. He spread Remy's wiry legs and placed a thick finger at Remy's tight opening and pushed himself in.

Remy hissed for a moment and then relaxed as Logan pushed his finger in a bit deeper. He began to pant, softly. As Logan inserted a second finger, Remy hissed again and grabbed Logan's free hand that had been resting on the bed beside him. Clutching tightly to both Logan with one hand and the blanket in the other, he squeezed his eyes shut and breathed out short panted whimpers.

I close my eyes
I need to have your protection

Logan grinned, and laughed slightly as his tongue lapped at Remy's fuzzless balls which made Remy gasp loudly. Moving his fingers in and out of  the writhing boy and letting his tongue tickle the underside of Remy's balls, he was nearing his readiness to return to Remy the feeling of passion. Removing his fingers, he got up and roughly grabbed Remy's slender hips again as he knelt on the bed and placed the firm bottom on his lap. He smiled. Spreading the small, white and protective cheeks, Logan pushed himself into the waiting boy.

I close my eyes
I close your eyes

Remy moaned and squeezed his eyes shut again as the tears threatened to fall. As the other man stopped immediately, Remy's eyes opened again and whipsered to him not to stop. "Non cher. S'allright. Continuer."

Logan sat there for a moment and then fixed their bodies so that he could lean forward and kiss Gambit's tears away.

[Kiss, kiss, kiss me]

As Logan moved closer, Remy panicked and pushed Logan away from him. He got up off the bed and hudled next to the wall. Naked. Frightened. Shivering. He felt like a helpless and lost little boy out on the streets.

"Sshhhh, hey...... What's wrong?" Logan pushed himself up off the bed and inched his way towards Remy, who was now huddling in the empty corner in a fetal position. He reached out for the boy and managed to touch his shoulder before being batted away.

Kiss me, I'm dying
Touch me, I'm trying, ohhh
I'm not like this all the time
I'm not like this all the time

Silent sobs and shallow pants let Logan figure it out. It was too much for the kid. To be rejected by everyone else who was supposedly his "friends" and then to be here, with Logan, doing what they were doing. Despite being pushed away and cursed at, Logan pulled Remy into his arms and held him there. Shushing him and rocking him to relax the boy, they stayed there for a moment, huddled in the corner. Finally, Logan reached back to the bed and pulled on the blanket and wrapped it around Remy and himself.

"We don't haveta finish this now. Just get some rest. I aint goin anywhere." Logan petted Remy's hair and continued rocking him in his arms until he was sure Gambit was asleep. Picking him up carefully, Logan had decided to move the boy into his room and lay with him.

Moving silently and easingly down the hall to his bedroom, the kid stirred and briefly opened his eyes and looked up at Logan. The older man stopped in mid-hallway and kissed the boy's forehead. As Remy once again put his head on Logan's shoulder and closed his eyes, Logan pushed his door open and made his way to his black linened bed.

Laying the boy down and fixing his blanket so that he and Remy were lying inbetween the two blankets, he rolled Remy onto his side and then lay down beside him. The kid's cool back felt good on Logan's chest. He had been so busy with making the kid comfortable, he had forgotten that he still sported a very aroused member. He moved his hand down to stroke himself, but decided that it might scare the boy more if he climaxed beside him.

Logan thought it best if he slid out of bed and excused himself to the toilet. Easing himself out of bed and trying not to wake Remy had proved to be difficult. He looked to the  door but then was stopped by a warm hand on his arm. Looking back to see the kid had woken and rolled over to look at Logan.

"Where you goin?"

"Shhh, you just rest. I'll be back in a minute."

Put your hand on my skin
Put your hand on my skin
Put your hand on my skin

"Non! Take me with you. Sil vouz plait." Remy rolled over fully and half-sat up. Fear in the kid's eyes made Logan sit back down on the bed and comfort him.

Logan took Remy's hand and placed it on his erection. Letting the kid feel the hardness of it, he whispered softly. "I'm just gonna go take care o' this. I'll be right back." Once again he tried to get up off the bed without too much commotion.

"Promise?"

Touch me, I'm trying, ohhh
Put your hand on my skin
Put your hand on my skin

"I promise." Logan smiled. "Lay back down. Keep covered. I'll be right back." Leaning over, Logan kissed Remy's lips and then excused himself from the room.

Remy lay back down and stared at the ceiling. He tried to listen to Wolverine getting himself off, but the air conditioner was all he could hear. He looked about the older man's room as he spread his blanket out and covered himself. Logan had more things in his room, such as pictures, but other than that it was as bare as his room.

I'm not like this all the time
I'm not like this all the time
I'm not like this all the time
 
 
 

again...... tbc.........