BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

 

CHAPTER 14 of 15

Remy was satisfied with the oranges. They were perfect and gave a lot of juice that was sweet and just perfect. The lemon's peel was a bit thick but it would do. The duck wasn't too big but it was alright. It wouldn't be too fat. The honey was perfectly pellucid and delicious. The oven worked great and the meat was starting to get rosy. It was time to add the souse. He hoped the wine he used wasn't too sour… It would be ready soon, half an hour tops. Logan was finishing his work in the hall too…

He poured the souse to the baking tin and just as he was closing the oven someone hugged him from behind. He straightened up and sank into Logan's waiting arms. When he felt a lips kissing his neck he turned around to face the other man and looked at him disbelieving.

"What?" Logan felt embarrassed. He acted on impulse with a fondness normally reserved for Scott. This wasn't Scott. It was his loony Cajun lover who desperately craved for every bit of his attention. Every tender gesture toward this guy could be dangerous and result with fucking for the rest of the day…. They were having guests for dinner!

"What? It was just a peck…"

He tired to remove himself from Remy but the boy already pushed him down onto the kitchen table and crawled on top of him kissing the living daylights out of him. This kid was really good. His fingers curled in Logan's hair and he was already moaning and panting.

"Oh Logan…"

"Remy…"

Remy quickly undid their trousers and sat on Logan. He rode him and came after few minutes, but didn't stop until he felt Logan filling him with his cum. Only then he rolled off him onto the table. Logan stood up and cleaned them both with paper towels.

Logan couldn't take his eyes of the Cajun when he was pulling up his pants.

"What is it, chère? You want more?"

"I don't know what that was but I liked it…."

Remy walked up to Logan and they started to kiss.

"I must finish the salad now."

Logan smiled mischievously. "I could toss your salad." Remy laughed at that.

"Remy would love to let you do it but you chose to have guests instead so I must take care of food."

Logan squeezed Remy's ass and let him go.

"You should go change. You dirtied your T-shirt with your cum. Condoms are in that drawer BTW."

"What is it, chère? You're afraid I'll get pregnant?"

"Very funny, Gambo."

"Is it? I think it's better than you accusing me of something."

"I'm not accusing you of anything. But I already know that you don't think about safety when you're horny. Besides you've been in jail!"

"Fuck you , Logan! You're the first and only guy I've been with and you know it!"

"But you're still young and impossibly handsome. Not only guys spread diseases."

"So you think Remy fucks around, chère? You tried to turn it into a compliment but you still insulted me!"

"Insulted? You're gorgeous and…"

"You practically called me whore, you bastard!"

"I did not! But you're young and beautiful so you would be stupid if you limited yourself…"

"AND NOW I'M STUPID?!"

"Look… I give up. You're crazy!"

"YOU ARE CRAZY, Logan! You're grinding me down God knows why! Maybe I'm not your Mr. Perfect but you have no right to treat me like that!"

"GUYS! Why the hell are you fighting again?"

It was Marie. She was early.

"Why? Because you're father is a mean BASTARD!"

"Why? What did I do? Suggest that it would be good to use condoms?"

"It wasn't just about condoms! It was everything you said! You don't even trust Remy!"

"When the hell did I say I didn't trust you?"

"You said I fuck around!"

"It has nothing to do with trust. You're free to do whatever you like…"

"I HATE YOU!"

"Fine… I give up…."

Logan walked to the drawer he had pointed earlier , took out the full stash of condoms and threw them into the garbage.

"Now. You've won! Happy?"

Remy looked at him and tried to decide if this was really what he wanted. What was his problem here again? He forgot… He got lost with his own logic somewhere in here and now he didn't really know what to say anymore. All in all he decided that Logan saying that Remy had won was nice enough, so he nodded.

"Good. Now go and change that T-shirt."

Remy still wanted to stomp his feet or something to emphasize… something… But he wasn't sure what so he just pouted and answered.

"Fine. I'm taking one of YOURS."

And with that he disappeared into the bedroom.

"How can you do this to him?" Marie was glaring at her father accusingly.

"What? He does as he pleases! He has me wrapped around his little finger. What do you want from me?"

"You're hurting him. You act like you don't care if he is here or not. Do you think he doesn't have feelings?"

"I… " That was something he didn't expect. Remy was turning his whole life upside down and suddenly Logan was a bad guy?

"He cares about you and you treat him badly!"

"I do not…"

"Yes you do! Just think how much he had sacrificed for you…"

"I didn't ask him to do it. He did it to himself and not for me!"

The door bell conveniently disturbed their fight.

"Just behave!"She always wanted to be the one to say it to him!

"You better tell it to Cajun!"

Logan went to open the door and let his guests in. He didn't hug Scott this time but Scott didn't need to touch him to know that he had sex just a moment ago. He just knew. He was almost sure Logan fucked that guy on the kitchen table or an the counter…

Marie was all over Scott and tried to pull him to the couch to show him pictures of her boyfriend. When Remy walked in Scott looked up and as a greeting he offered only:

"Nice T-shirt."

Remy grinned. "You recognized! You're good."

"Mom gave us this food…"

Scott put a paper bag on the table but Logan quickly took it from him and as discreetly as he could he removed the tablecloth.

"I'll take it. Thank Mrs. Summers from us…"

So, it was on the table. Scott was relieved seeing that the dinner had been prepared outside, in the garden. He sat with Marie on the couch and looked through her photo album.

"He fucked him on this table before we came in… and he lets him wear his clothes…"

"Yea… but it's not what it looks like, you know… Dad treats him more like some pest or something… They fight all the time." Scott tried to smile.

"Was that supposed to cheer me up?"

"Yes, did it work?"

"Yea, kind of… But this brat acts like they are married! He pisses me off."

"You are getting married for real, right? So how can you be angry at them?"

"How do you know I'm going to marry her?"

"Dad says that's why you came here. "

"So he expected this… Is he mad?"

"No, he wants you to be happy."

"It's so hard, Marie… I don't want to let him go, but I know I'm not able to keep him… I love Jane but I'm still crazy for your dad… I want to stay in Europe but this is the place I think about when I hear the word 'home'. I want to have a family with Jane but I will never stop dreaming about spending my life with Logan… How am I suppose to be happy?"

"You can't have everything, you know it…You'll have a family… You'll forget about him."

"It's not that easy to forget your dad, Marie…"

"Yea… I guess you're right. My mother never did…. Grandma says it's why she never came back. Because I look like him…"

That was the first time in all the years Scott knew Marie that she talked about her mother. He wasn't going to push it any further.

"People often ask me what is it about Logan that I was so crazy about him… I wonder if that French boy has to answer those questions too…"

"He's not French. He's from New Orleans. He's name is Remy! And yes, they ask him that too. I heard him saying it's about dad's… you know…"

Scott laughed genuinely amused.

"Well, that surely is a BIG asset to his person but… there's so much more…" Scott's amusement died all too soon. "Come on, let's join them."

When they walked out to the garden Remy and Logan were fighting. Logan was yelling.

"You said it was a wrong number!"

"You were busy anyway!"

"What did you do with her cat?!"

"I didn't do anything yet!"

"What do you mean 'yet'? What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"Then why she thinks you did?"

"I don't know. Maybe because she's crazy! That cat probably just run away from her because he couldn't stand her! All I said was that I would make a doormat of her cat if she won't stop hitting on you."

"You what?"

"I warned her! And she called again!"

"She called this morning to ask about Victor not to hit on me! Why did you call her a whore!?"

"Why are you always pissed at me?!"

"Please, people! Tell me I'm not the one who's crazy here!"

Marie was giggling. She loved to listen to their fights. "Remy, I love your style!"

Logan frowned at her. "Don't encourage him, Marie! He's impossible, arrogant and mean!"

Logan dialed Jubilee's number. When she had called a minute ago she said that Remy had probably killed her cat. Then Remy took the phone from Logan, yelled at the girl and hung up. Logan owned her some apology, right?

"Jubilee, I'm sorry for him… Have you found your cat? … Really? …. Ok, I'll tell him that you said he's a stupid prick."

Logan hung up.

"She found her cat."

"I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"You threatened her! And you called her a whore!"

"But I didn't kill her cat! And you didn't believe me. You believed HER! You owe me an apology, not her!"

"For what you did? No way! I should kick your ass for that!"

"You are a hopeless… friend…"

"Friend?"

"What did you expect me to say? A lover? You're a brilliant lover! A boyfriend? Probably too but how would I know?!"

That was a dangerous subject.

"Let's not talk about it now, Cajun!"

"Don't worry, chère, I'm not going to force you to anything!"

"And THAT'S something new!"

"I hate you!"

"And THAT is not."

"Sure it isn't new that I hate you! You deserve that! Some cat is more important to you than Remy! If you care so much about that stupid cat why don't you fuck it instead of me?"

"Because it's too small."

"What? Take it back!"

"What?" Was Remy serious? Was he really jealous because of the cat?

"Take it back. Say you wouldn't rather fuck a cat than me."

Scott was jealous again. He rarely saw Logan laughing like that… so happy and carefree. He and Cajun were fighting but it was so refreshing and looked more like a foreplay than a real argument. And then Scott realized it actually WAS a foreplay. They would fuck the moment their guests crossed the threshold.

"I can't believe you make me say it, Gambo…" But he recited word for word: "I would rather fuck you than a cat."

Remy straddled his laps and fisted his collar.

"Now add that it's not just because the cat is too small!"

Logan almost choked laughing.

"You want it in writing?"

"Say it!"

Logan repeated everything Remy asked him too (no matter how ridiculous), and then he even apologized for not believing him and finally admitted that 'he is Remy's'. With all this it was easier for Scott to finally announce his engagement and ask Logan to be his best man. Logan eagerly agreed. He expected that anyway.

Finally Remy served the dinner. Right before they started eating Logan switched his own plate with Scott's.

"Why did you do that, chère?"

"Just to make sure you didn't do anything funny with Scott's food…."

Logan pretended that he is going to start eating, but Remy quickly took the plate from him and left to the kitchen. Scott was grateful.

"Thanks Logan."

"No problem. I'm sure you now have the best piece since it was supposed to be mine…. Cajun is a little… crazy sometimes…" That small smile on Logan's lips said even more than his words. He was clearly very fond of his Cajun.

Scott looked at him seriously. "Crazy about you… I know that feeling."

They locked their gazes and stayed like that for a moment, until Remy served Logan's new portion, practically throwing it in front of Logan to show his disapproval for the 'eye thing'.

"Bon appétit, chère."

They ate like normal people for a moment until Jane refused to drink wine.

"Oh my God, Jane, don't tell me you're pregnant…" Marie was sometimes even less subtle then her crude father. Scott laughed and confirmed. He was proud and happy but also worried that it would hurt Logan.

"Congratulations, Scott… Jane… " Logan looked seriously moved but definitely not crushed. It was Scott's dream. It was good that it happened. He was happy for them.

"You will be a great father, Scott…"

"Thanks Logan… If it's a boy we will call him James…"

That was the first awkward silence of this evening.

"This duck is excellent…" Jane tried to somehow lift the atmosphere

"I told you, honey that Logan's cooking is amazing."

"Today Remy was cooking, right dad?"

Scott scowled.

"What?" Logan didn't catch that. He had been staring at Remy's lips while he chewed and at his neck when he swallowed. It made him forget about anything else including his own food.

"I said Remy cooked this duck!"

"Oh, yea… And it's great…"

"Don't try to be nice, homme. You hardly even tasted it! It's obvious that you're not thinking about food right now."

Logan smirked.

"Why? You're reading minds now, Cajun?"

"I don't have to. I don't even want to know what sick visions you have there about you and HIM!"

"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know that look in your eyes, chère. I know what you're thinking about!"

"I was thinking about YOU!"

Remy blushed furiously. Could it really be true?

Marie tried to play the peacemaker: "Guys, stop fighting at least for a moment."

"My wonderful daughter is right for once. Let's have a drink."

Remy snorted. "Good! Drink, chère. You'll be easier."

Scott snorted at that comment.

"What? Laugh all you want, homme! I'm sure he never refused you! Go on, laugh!"

Scott couldn't believe it.

"If you liked this homme, you will love that! Once when Remy wanted to give him a head he said he'd rather watch TV."

Scott was laughing his ass off.

"You pissed me off, Gambo! You deserved it! Besides just today I fucked you at least five or six times even though we were busy, had guests and went out, so I don't think you have reasons to complain!"

"I'm not! Remy just wanted you to say it out loud!"

Logan couldn't believe that he had been so stupid and let Remy manipulate him so easily. He took a rumpled napkin and threw it at Remy's head.

"Besides, mon amour… I forced on you at least three if not four of today's rounds!"

"Ok, change the subject!" Marie had enough.

Scott was visibly jealous and Jane was pissed again. She really wanted to strangle Logan.

"So, James… Scott said that interior design is your hobby."

"Yes, I guess it is…" Logan welcomed the new subject eagerly. He was especially glad about the fact that Jane talked to him and wasn't mean!

"So, do you really think that your coffee table really matches the rest of the place?"

An awkward silence number two filled the air.

"That is actually true, chère. That table is really ugly."

Scott put his glass on the table with an unnecessary force drawing everybody's attention to his scowled face.

"And of course none of you knew that I had bought that stupid table, huh?!"

Logan turned into 'Scott's Logan' for a moment and started: "Don't listen to them, Scott. That table is not ugly! And perfectly matches the living room, makes it more… eclectic…"

Scott looked at him and felt sick. God, he really did THAT to Logan. He turned him into this… overprotective and disgustingly nice person.

"Stop it, Logan…. Please, don't do that… Oh gods, what have I done to you? I… I can't believe it… I'm so glad you're not like that anymore…"

"I… don't know what you're talking about…" Logan tried to deny but it hit him too. Why was he acting like that? It was ridiculous…

"You're right Scott… It was out of habit. I waited years to tell you this, but you bought me the ugliest coffee table I've ever seen! And it's not even functional. You can't put the pizza on it and even if you manage then there is no place for beer… I hate that table! I always did. I asked Lance to break it and pretend it was an accident but he only hurt his shoulder and the damn thing didn't even have a scratch!"

Scott smiled. "Do you feel better?"

Logan looked up at him and smiled back.

"Yea… I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. You should have told me that years ago. Since we got together I've never heard even one bad word from you. We've never even had a real fight… But it wasn't because there was no misunderstandings. It was because you tried to protect me no matter what. It was bad. I always thought it was my fault it didn't work out for the two of us but now I see that we were both at fault. Maybe everybody were right after all. We didn't match…"

Logan sighed and brushed his hair with his hand. Scott watched the gesture loving it all the same as years ago. He loved Logan's hair.

He still wanted Logan. That would probably never change… but they both needed this conversation. They needed some closure.

"But WE do match, chère!" Remy's ass was suddenly in front of Logan's face and a moment later the Cajun was making himself comfortable on Logan's laps.

"Jesus, Cajun, you're ass is so bony…"

"I thought you love my ass, mon ami. You never complained about it."

"Just stop squirming!"

Remy purposely wriggled his ass even more and wound his arms around Logan's neck with a triumphal smile. He loved to be so close to Logan. He loved his body, his warmth and his smell… He would never get enough of it. Of course Logan tried to push him off but Remy didn't let him. He knew that Logan enjoyed their closeness just as he did, but he was just shy. He hugged Logan tenderly not minding the public and Logan's protests and stayed like that until he saw their neighbor from the yellow house and started to wave and shout.

"Gooood eveniiiiiiiiiing, Mrs. Dowsoooooooooon!"

The older lady waved back with a smile. That young man was crazy but also impossibly nice and cute. Remy kissed Logan on the cheek and then jumped off of his laps and run to help the lady with her bags that looked heavy.

Logan tried to hide his smile but… damn, the Cajun really was cute.

"He's right, Logan. You two really do mach." It took a lot of effort for Scott to force those words through his throat. He felt a bit better when a smaller hand grabbed his own and squeezed. He looked at his fiancé and felt awfully guilty so he pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed.

All in all the evening was better than any of them could expect. Logan and Remy fought more and more and the guests took it for what it was - their foreplay was getting serious - and they all knew that if they didn't leave soon they would probably witness another few rounds of Logan and Cajun 'making up'.

TBC... only one more chapter!