AUTHOR: SisterWine
RATING: R
WARNINGS: NONE
DISCLAIMERS: The X-Men do not belong to me. I do not sell, trade or
purchase fics. Strictly for entertainment. Marvel and 20th Century
Fox hold all the rights.
SUMMARY: I really don't remember what I was watching, but I had an
idea about what if Remy was a paper boy and Logan was a man on his
route. (I think I was watching a Gene Autry film...??)
sisterwine75@hotmail.com
 

A cloudy Saturday morning, and Westchester was in the middle of
another chilly autumn day. A street filled with expensive houses and
even more expensive cars and SUVs. The leaves had begun to turn
brown and fall, cluttering up driveways and green grassed yards. One
house in particular, that sat in the middle of a very posh
neighborhood, had been littered with leaves and the owner had just
sat down on the front steps to drink his coffee and watch the last
few leaves fall.

The shiny white Expedition in the driveway, to his left, blocked the
view of the approaching blue, low to the ground Toyota pick-up that
was making it's way down the street. Logan watched the tiny pick-up
stop in front of the yard as a folded newspaper was tossed out of
the passenger window, to land at his feet. He hadn't recognised the
kid driving, or the truck. Taking a last sip of coffee and grabbing
the paper from the walk, Logan stood up and went back inside to set
the items down and change clothes from his gray sweatpants and white
t-shirt, to faded jeans and favourite flannel shirt.

When he came back outside, through the garage, he opened the white
garage door and reached for a rake that had been hanging on a wall
beside the door to the house. His hearing picked up the little blue
truck that had made its way around to the other side of the street,
and stopped at the house across from Logan's.

Another paper had landed on a doorstep, but this time, the owner of
the house stormed outside and up to the truck. He reached in through
the window and yanked the driver out of the truck. The man then
began screaming at the driver about how the last few papers that
were delivered had been scattered all over his yard or whole
sections missing.

The young driver just stood there, his shirt securely held in the
furious man's hands. His passive gaze drifted from the screaming man
to Logan, as he crossed the street. Still, his expression remained
blank. A long auburn ponytail swayed in the light breeze, down a
slender back. A long, and well-toned body with a handsome faced
owner merely waited to be released. No harsh or sudden movements
from the young man, only casual restraint that let Logan know the
boy hadn't known anything about what the man was talking about.
White running shoes stood planted on the pavement as long tight
denimed blue jeans allowed the boy's leg muscles to flex as the
owner was shaken at every few words. A near tattered blue t-shirt
had been hanging loosely over the firm backside, but tight around
the young man's toned chest.

"Leave the kid alone, Sanders. You do this everytime there's a new
kid deliverin the paper." Logan barked as he reached the two men.

Jeremy Sanders, a man who was supposedly in his 30s, but more or
less resembled a snot-nosed teenager, stopped in the middle of his
sentence to look at Logan. "Stay out of this, Logan. This kid's been
here for weeks, and I've counted 3 papers that aren't even fully
together. I pay 20$ for a fucked up paper-? Hell no! That paper had
better be all there!" The short brown hair and mustache had begun to
grey, and had been poorly dyed. A maroon bathrobe over navy blue
pajamas hid Sanders' small form. He clearly wasn't any taller than
Logan, but he thought of himself as borderline 10 feet tall.

The kid sighed deeply, annoyed, and pushed the man away from him. "I
don' put de damn t'ings toget'er. I jus' deliver dem. Dey're sold at
gas stations, too. I aint gonna care if y' go buy one, yaself. Ya
more dan welcome t' cancel. But, quit hollerin f'r no reason!" The
sun had begun to shine into the kid's eyes, and he squinted as he
glanced from the man to Logan, and back again.

Sanders huffed and stormed back into his house, leaving Logan and
the kid to stand on the pavement and watch in mute enjoyment. The
front door slammed shut and the two men smirked at each other.

"T'anks." The kid held out his hand for a handshake, and then looked
back at Sanders' door. "He's yelled at me almos' everyday. Anyway...
need t' get back t' deliverin dese." He waved a hand to his truck
and sighed. "Ah, de name's Remy." He smiled and said hello as the
man introduced himself.

Logan walked back across the street and started on his chores as
Remy got back into his truck, and continued on his route. "The kid
just might last." Logan said to himself, and started raking the
leaves in his front yard.

******************

A few cold weeks had passed and the rain had poured for nearly 3
days straight. On the fourth morning, as everyone had begun to leave
for work, Logan stood in the doorway and waited for the little blue
truck to deliver the paper. He had only been standing there for a
few minutes when a soaked Remy wandered up the drive, with a brown
canvas bag thrown over his shoulder, and handed a plastic covered
paper to Logan.

"Where's the truck?" Logan asked, eyeing the part of the block that
Remy had come from.

Remy shrugged and brushed a few strands of his soaked hair out of
his face. "Eh, it broke down las' night." He stood there, with his
hands stuffed into his pockets of his soaked jeans and shrugged his
shoulders underneath a drenched trenchcoat.

Thunder interrupted them and let Remy know he was to get back to
work.

"If the rain don't stop before you're done, come on back, call a cab
or somethin. No sense on gettin sick." Logan offered and smiled as
Remy nodded and accepted the invitation. He watched Remy walk from
house to house, and listened to the boy cough and clear his throat
every few houses.

A while later, he had been inside fixing a pot of coffee, when he
heard footsteps and then a knock at the door. He glanced at the blue
digital clock on the microwave before going to answer the door. The
rain was pouring even harder than before, and Remy had been standing
in the middle of it. "Come on in. Just makin some coffee, want
some?" Logan took the soaked trenchcoat and hung it up to the left
of the door and then showed Remy in. He disappeared to pour them
each a cup of coffee that had finished brewing, and came back to
find Remy still standing in the small entranceway.

Remy stepped into the well-lit livingroom and wasn't sure if he was
allowed to sit, or stand due to the immaculately clean shape of the
furniture and cream carpeting. "Merci, homme." Without being asked,
he removed his white running shoes and placed them in the corner of
the tiled entranceway.

Handing Remy the cup and briefly showing the boy around the
livingroom and kitchen areas, he motioned for the young man to sit
down. Logan had draped a white bathtowel over the plush leather sofa
and then sat down in an easy chair across from the boy. To his left
was the entranceway, and to his right was the spacious kitchen and
diningroom. Across, on the sofa, sat Remy. Thinking of something, he
set his cup on the floor, beside the chair, and crossed the room to
disappear down a dark hallway to Remy's left. When he came back, he
handed a brown hair towel to the young man and told him it was to
dry his wet hair with.

Following what Logan had done, Remy set the cup down on the floor
beside him and dried his hair. He stopped to cover his mouth and
cough, and then resumed drying his hair. He thanked Logan for his
hospitality and smiled at the man who had sat back down in the easy
chair.

"No problem. The rain aint somethin a kid your size needs to be
walkin around in. You done for the day?" Logan nodded to the bag
that hung over the drying trenchcoat.

"Oui. Dis is de las' of my route. De second job got rained out, so I
can go home after dis." Remy took a sip and said in a low, husky
voice.

Logan nodded. He cringed as the kid coughed from deep in his
chest. "You uh- want somethin dry to wear? I can dry your clothes
and coat for ya. Might be a bad thing if you get sick. C'mon, I got
some sweats you can wear."

Remy followed the older man down the dark hallway, into a spare
bedroom across from Logan's. A cozy full sized bed dressed in a thin
peach blanket and fluffy pillows, sat to the left while a small
brown dresser sat to the right. He was handed a gray sweatsuit, from
the dresser, and left to change. Letting the clothes fall into a
pile on the floor, Remy quickly slipped on the dry sweats and opened
the door to return to Logan in the livingroom.

Gathering the jacket from the hook, beside the door, Logan showed
Remy into the garage, where the washer and dryer sat. He tossed the
clothes into the dryer and turned it on before leading the young man
back into the house. "Takes about thirty minutes." Walking into the
kitchen, and stopping at the counter. "Ya hungry?"

"Non, t'anks. Merci for de clothes. No keepin y' from anyt'in, am I?"

"No. In fact, I haven't had much company for awhile." Logan smiled.
He loved to hear the kid talk. He could listen all night to the
smooth yet rich accent of the kid's subtle voice. "Where ya from?"

Remy looked from the deck window to his right, to Logan. "N'awlins.
Moved here, bout 6 months ago. Here f'r college, while workin two
jobs."

"College too, huh? When's class?"

"No till tomorrow. Have Wednesdays off. Dis your house?"

Logan nodded. "Hope ya don't have anywhere else to run to. Looks
like it aint gonna let up for awhile."

Remy glanced out the window and watched the rain come down in
sheets, fludding the quaint backyard. "Ya married, Logan? Or, d' ya
live here alone?" His eyes opened wide as he realised what he had
said. Looking from the window to the floor, he apologised.

"S'ok." Logan paused. "I actually, just broke up with someone. They
moved out about 4 months ago. You?"

Shaking his head, Remy answered slowly. "No married. Live in a small
house wit' a-- friend." He jumped as the thunder rolled in.

**************************

As the half hour was ending, Logan was finishing a tour of the
house, with Remy. They stood in Logan's bedroom, and talked about
changes to the house that Logan had done and had yet to do. Logan
leaned against the wall, facing Remy, who stood in the doorway.

Remy sensed electricity vibrating off of Logan. Moving closer to the
older man, the sensations and need were becoming more and more
obvious. "What ya like in dis room, Logan?" Remy asked coyly.

Logan inhaled and thought of what to say. For the first time,
someone had known what he wanted before even he knew.

"Ya wan' someone, no?" Remy tilted his head, slightly, and
smiled. "Mebbe, someone to love you back?"

Staring at Remy in casual amazement, Logan nodded. "Got anyone in
mind?"

Remy smiled and came closer. "Oui. Remy." A smirk and then a light
kiss on the lips.

"Is that so?"

A nod.

"And, what makes you think this?" He was answered with another kiss,
a deeper kiss. Brushing his hands up and down the Cajun's thin arms,
Logan moaned. He watched Remy as they kissed, and even afterwards.
He had been hurt before by someone he had given his love to, and
wasn't sure if Remy was sincere or not. It seemed he had been wrong.
Remy was extremely sincere, and wanted more.

Neither one of them moved. Remy stared at Logan, while the other man
lowered his gaze to the floor before getting up the courage to look
back to the boy. "Um,... mebbe, I should go...? Merci, Logan, f'r
letting me dry off. I see dis was a mistake." Remy averted his eyes
from the older man and backed out of the room. He had obviously hurt
by Logan's disregard for his attempts, and decided to excuse himself.

Quickly, Logan stepped forward and pulled the boy back into the
room, from the doorway, and kissed him as deeply as possible. When
the kiss ended, Logan smiled. "Can I show you why I saved this room
for last?"

Remy raised an eyebrow in curiosity but nodded and
answered. "Oui....?" He was still unsure at the next events, but
soon smiled as he was led over to the full-sized bed and guided to
sit down on the end.
 

THE END!!