Remy's Dream....or was it?
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Making Dreams Come True
Logan sat at the kitchen table and ate a peice of toast, drinking
coffee and reading the news paper funnies. Chuckling he shook his
head. Sniffing, he looked up to see Remy, shirtless. Damn, but the
boy looked hot.
Remy walked over to Logan, setting the Stetson on the table and
smirked. "What was your hat doin' in my room cher?" he asked with
slight curiousity.
Frowning, he tried to remember what he did last night. Then he
remembered that he had taken Remy up to his room when he had passed
out drunk and changed him.
"You were drunker than a skunk last night and I put ya ta bed. I
guess I musta fergottin' it. Where was it?" he asked, still
frowning, before taking another bite of his toast.
Remy bit his lip, feeling like an idiot now. He really hoped that
Logan was interested in him, but it seemed it wasn't like that. "It
was on da foot of m'bed cher. I hope I didn't make a complete ass of
myself," he muttered looking away from Logan now, skuffing his bare
feet against the floor.
Logan swallowed, his mouth salivating as he stared at the boy's well
sculpted, tanned body. Looking away before the cajun looked back, he
took another gulp of his coffee. "Nah, ya acted just like ya always
do kid. Puttin' yer charm on all the ladies."
"Mer Dei Logan. I don't use my charm on jus' anyone. Dey have ta be
special," he said, eyes flaring with an odd fire of need.
Logan noticed that need, even smelled it on him and his cock sprang
to life. Choking on his coffee as the cajun smirked, he blinked.
What the hell did that mean?
"What do ya mean by special, darlin'? Do ya mean they have ta have
some sorta...uh...need that only you can notice?" he said, his voice
growing deep.
Remy shivered, instantly noticing the deep desire in Logan's voice.
Maybe if he played his cards right, he could make his dream come
true? "That's exactly what I mean cher," Remy said with his sexiest
purr, giving him bedroom eyes.
Logan looked down Remy's body and saw the noticible buldge in Remy's
silk pajama bottom. He growled softly to himself, thinking, "This
isn't right Logan. He's yer friend and ya shouldn't be havin'
feelin's like this fer him." But he did. He always had, but had
shrugged off the feeling as just plain old frustration.
Sitting down next to him, Remy picked up an apple from the middle of
the table, and bit into it, never looking away from Logan. He was
being noticed, he thought to himself happily. Sucking at the juice
from the apple, he pulls his lips away from the apple, his lips moist
from the juice and just as soft as ever.
Logan watched helplessly, growing more aroused. He knew he couldn't
stop what he was feeling going to Remy, due to his inability to think
at the moment, but he didn't care. "Yer room, tonight. We need
ta...talk."
coffee and reading the news paper funnies. Chuckling he shook his
head. Sniffing, he looked up to see Remy, shirtless. Damn, but the
boy looked hot.
Remy walked over to Logan, setting the Stetson on the table and
smirked. "What was your hat doin' in my room cher?" he asked with
slight curiousity.
Frowning, he tried to remember what he did last night. Then he
remembered that he had taken Remy up to his room when he had passed
out drunk and changed him.
"You were drunker than a skunk last night and I put ya ta bed. I
guess I musta fergottin' it. Where was it?" he asked, still
frowning, before taking another bite of his toast.
Remy bit his lip, feeling like an idiot now. He really hoped that
Logan was interested in him, but it seemed it wasn't like that. "It
was on da foot of m'bed cher. I hope I didn't make a complete ass of
myself," he muttered looking away from Logan now, skuffing his bare
feet against the floor.
Logan swallowed, his mouth salivating as he stared at the boy's well
sculpted, tanned body. Looking away before the cajun looked back, he
took another gulp of his coffee. "Nah, ya acted just like ya always
do kid. Puttin' yer charm on all the ladies."
"Mer Dei Logan. I don't use my charm on jus' anyone. Dey have ta be
special," he said, eyes flaring with an odd fire of need.
Logan noticed that need, even smelled it on him and his cock sprang
to life. Choking on his coffee as the cajun smirked, he blinked.
What the hell did that mean?
"What do ya mean by special, darlin'? Do ya mean they have ta have
some sorta...uh...need that only you can notice?" he said, his voice
growing deep.
Remy shivered, instantly noticing the deep desire in Logan's voice.
Maybe if he played his cards right, he could make his dream come
true? "That's exactly what I mean cher," Remy said with his sexiest
purr, giving him bedroom eyes.
Logan looked down Remy's body and saw the noticible buldge in Remy's
silk pajama bottom. He growled softly to himself, thinking, "This
isn't right Logan. He's yer friend and ya shouldn't be havin'
feelin's like this fer him." But he did. He always had, but had
shrugged off the feeling as just plain old frustration.
Sitting down next to him, Remy picked up an apple from the middle of
the table, and bit into it, never looking away from Logan. He was
being noticed, he thought to himself happily. Sucking at the juice
from the apple, he pulls his lips away from the apple, his lips moist
from the juice and just as soft as ever.
Logan watched helplessly, growing more aroused. He knew he couldn't
stop what he was feeling going to Remy, due to his inability to think
at the moment, but he didn't care. "Yer room, tonight. We need
ta...talk."