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Chapter 2
Logan shook his head with an amused snort as he surveyed the damage the kid had done to the kitchen. Someone was going to have to clean it up, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Remy; the kid was already back up in his room, probably sound asleep.
Normally, Logan wouldn’t let the kid get away with not cleaning up – someone had to discipline him – but he was feeling magnanimous and, besides, the kid was sick. Remy deserved a little bit of spoiling for once – as long as no one found out about him playing housekeeper, that is – it’d ruin his reputation.
Closing his eyes, Logan inhaled deeply, smelling chocolate and sex and Remy; the mixture was intoxicating. He could already feel his cock stirring again in response and had to fight to keep his mind on the task at hand. There were still several hours left until dawn and he had plans for his wicked little invalid. Logan set to work, a feral grin etched on his face.
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Standing in the hallway outside the boy’s room, Logan listened to the sounds of deep, even, congested breathing on the other side of the door; the boy was definitely asleep, but Logan wasn’t going to let that ruin his plans. The kid could sleep all day once morning came, but right now Logan wanted him awake; he wasn’t through playing just yet.
Logan opened the door quietly and stepped in, shutting it lightly behind him; he wasn’t worried about waking Remy up – the kid could sleep through a war – but there were other people sleeping, and the last thing he wanted was someone finding out he wasn’t at his security post.
Moving to stand by the bed, Logan let his eyes wander over the boy sprawled on his stomach on the bed; one arm hanging off the edge of the mattress, fingers trailing on the floor, toes on both feet turned inward, the waistband of his jeans pushed dangerously low on his hips, one side lower than the other – the kid hadn’t even bothered buttoning them, apparently – dead to the world and heartrendingly beautiful.
He almost didn’t have the heart to wake the boy, no matter how badly he wanted to continue their game, but he was saved the trouble as Remy stirred, a soft smile gracing his lips. Once again, Logan wasn’t sure what he had done to announce his presence – the boy was a notoriously sound sleeper – but Remy was awake now, or at least partially so, and the question was driven from his mind as the boy’s ruby and ebony eyes opened dreamily and sleepily fixed on him.
“Couldn’ stay away?” Remy asked sleepily, a smirk on his pouty lips.
“Nope,” Logan confirmed, a mock-dangerous edge to his voice. “I hope you’re happy, kid. I’m gonna have to eat all that ice cream now; it’s got your germs all in it.”
“You got it rough, cher,” Remy answered with mock seriousness. So far it looked like he was going to get away with his little escapade in the kitchen, which was good…very good. He wasn’t feeling up to being punished – fucking, yes; punishment, no.
“So you just come up here t’ complain or you got somethin’ else on your mind?” As if he didn’t know what Logan was looking for – but he wasn’t ready to let on about that just yet; he wasn’t sure how well Logan would take it.
“Watch it, kid,” Logan warned.
Remy sighed and rolled over onto his back, a blissful half-smile on his lips, fixing Logan with a drowsy stare. “People gonna t’ink you’re a moder hen, Logan. Comin’ up here t’ take care of me an’ all,” Remy continued, heedless of Logan’s notorious temper.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Logan muttered, refusing to let the boy get to him; Remy didn’t mean anything by it, the boy was just a natural pain in the ass. “C’mere, kid. Sit up.”
Levering himself into a sitting position, Remy moved to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing his lover. A fey smile quirking his lips, Remy leaned back on the heels of his hands, giving Logan a good view of his straining cock and washboard stomach; the need pouring off of Logan was too powerful to resist, and Remy surrendered eagerly.
Licking his lips, Logan eyed the boy’s dripping cock with barely contained hunger. Forcing himself to wait, Logan laid the palm of his hand against the boy’s feverish forehead, and swore under his breath. “You’re burnin’ up, Rem,” Logan said softly, even as his cock responded eagerly to the mouth-watering picture in front of him.
“Dat ain’t no surprise…you always get me all hot an’…” Remy started.
“Can it, kid,” Logan interrupted, silencing the boy with a warning glare. “Come on, Rem. Let’s see if we can get that fever down,” he said firmly, making it clear that there was no room for argument.
“But…” Remy protested, pouting.
“You. Shower. Now,” Logan ordered, pointing in the direction of the bathroom, pleased when the boy automatically followed the order without a second’s hesitation.
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The kid was gorgeous – even sick as he was – water running down between sharp shoulder-blades and over the tight curve of his ass, cinnamon hair mahogany under the spray of the shower…leaning forward, Logan pressed a gentle kiss to the boy’s shoulder, groaning softly as his straining cock pressed against the boy’s firm ass. “Feelin’ better yet, Rem?” Logan purred, nuzzling the back of the boy’s neck.
“Every minute,” Remy purred, pressing back against Logan with a soft moan.
“Good,” Logan snarled, “gettin’ tired of waitin’.”
Pushing Remy up against the shower wall, Logan pressed himself hard against the boy, loving the feel of shower-slick skin against his straining cock. “Want somethin’, Rem?” Logan asked, pressing his aching erection up against the boy’s tight ass.
“Oui, s’il te plaît, Maître,” Remy whined desperately, pushing back into Logan’s firm grip with frantic eagerness.
“That’s my boy,” Logan purred, pulling away and soaping his aching cock.
Grasping the boy’s hips, Logan pressed in slowly, groaning as Remy pressed eagerly back against him, seating his cock deeper into his ass. Fighting for self-control, Logan set a slow, steady rhythm; he was trying to go easy on the boy, but it was so hard when all he wanted to do was just take.
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Logan was torturing him…fucking him with excruciating slowness when all he wanted was a good, hard pounding. Whimpering, Remy pressed hard back against Logan, urging his lover to quicken the pace, take him harder, give hiat hat he needed.
Eyes closed, Remy pressed his feverish cheek up against the coolness of the shower wall and moaned deeply as Logan wrapped a hand around his aching cock and stroked roughly in time with his thrusts. It felt incredible, but he wanted more. Pushing back to meet each agonizingly slow thrust, Remy tried to force the pace faster.
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Growling softly, Logan nuzzled the nape of Remy’s neck and nipped lightly, reminding the boy who was in charge; the kid was as determined to quicken the pace as he was to keep it slow, and Logan intended to remain in control of the situation. “You gonna be my good boy tonight, Rem?” Logan purred, rubbing his stubble-roughened cheek against the boy’s shoulder.
“Oui, Maître,” Remy purred. He would do anything his Master asked of him. Anything.
“That’s my boy,” Logan growled lightly, tightening his grip on the boy’s straining cock in reward. “You’re mine; you remember that.”
Remy bit his lhe khe knew his place and was overstepping his bounds. Shoulders slumped in defeat, he nodded – speaking would only make matters worse.
“It’s alright, Rem,” Logan soothed. He wasn’t really angry; he just wanted the boy to remember who was in control of the situation. “I ain’t mad; just don’t push it.”
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Submitting to Logan’s dominance, Remy let the other man set the pace, whimpering in need as Logan fisted his cock in reward. He hadn’t meant to be disobedient, but he could feel the barely restrained savagery radiating from his lover and it was driving him wild with need.
He knew the rules of the game, though; submission was what Logan wanted, and Remy intended to give it to him. Submitting with a quiet whimper, Remy spread his legs wider in invitation and let his eyes fall closed.
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“Good boy,” Logan praised and tightened his grip on Remy’s cock, biting back a moan at the shiver of excitement the rough treatment elicited.
Neither one of them could hold out much longer, and Logan knew it. Steadying the boy’s hips with his free hand, Logan thrust harder and with less control, stroking the boy’s cock in the same hard, steady rhythm.
The hell with going easy on the kid; he’d put Remy to bed after this and the kid could sleep all day for all he cared…didn’t make much difference if he wore him out now, Logan reasoned.
Giving into the frantic hunger, Logan sank his teeth into the nape of the boy’s neck, hips snapping forward in the same movement. So close, he was so fucking close, and so was his boy, by the smell of it. Releasing his hold on Remy’s neck, Logan leaned to growl in his ear. “Come…now!”
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Helpless to resist his Master’s order, Remy gave in to his climax with a howl of pleasure, Logan’s orgasm hitting his mind simultaneously, only Logan’s hand clamping over his mouth at the last moment keeping his scream from waking the entire mansion and only the shower wall keeping him from hitting the floor, the rush of pleasure was so intense.
TBC
Normally, Logan wouldn’t let the kid get away with not cleaning up – someone had to discipline him – but he was feeling magnanimous and, besides, the kid was sick. Remy deserved a little bit of spoiling for once – as long as no one found out about him playing housekeeper, that is – it’d ruin his reputation.
Closing his eyes, Logan inhaled deeply, smelling chocolate and sex and Remy; the mixture was intoxicating. He could already feel his cock stirring again in response and had to fight to keep his mind on the task at hand. There were still several hours left until dawn and he had plans for his wicked little invalid. Logan set to work, a feral grin etched on his face.
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Standing in the hallway outside the boy’s room, Logan listened to the sounds of deep, even, congested breathing on the other side of the door; the boy was definitely asleep, but Logan wasn’t going to let that ruin his plans. The kid could sleep all day once morning came, but right now Logan wanted him awake; he wasn’t through playing just yet.
Logan opened the door quietly and stepped in, shutting it lightly behind him; he wasn’t worried about waking Remy up – the kid could sleep through a war – but there were other people sleeping, and the last thing he wanted was someone finding out he wasn’t at his security post.
Moving to stand by the bed, Logan let his eyes wander over the boy sprawled on his stomach on the bed; one arm hanging off the edge of the mattress, fingers trailing on the floor, toes on both feet turned inward, the waistband of his jeans pushed dangerously low on his hips, one side lower than the other – the kid hadn’t even bothered buttoning them, apparently – dead to the world and heartrendingly beautiful.
He almost didn’t have the heart to wake the boy, no matter how badly he wanted to continue their game, but he was saved the trouble as Remy stirred, a soft smile gracing his lips. Once again, Logan wasn’t sure what he had done to announce his presence – the boy was a notoriously sound sleeper – but Remy was awake now, or at least partially so, and the question was driven from his mind as the boy’s ruby and ebony eyes opened dreamily and sleepily fixed on him.
“Couldn’ stay away?” Remy asked sleepily, a smirk on his pouty lips.
“Nope,” Logan confirmed, a mock-dangerous edge to his voice. “I hope you’re happy, kid. I’m gonna have to eat all that ice cream now; it’s got your germs all in it.”
“You got it rough, cher,” Remy answered with mock seriousness. So far it looked like he was going to get away with his little escapade in the kitchen, which was good…very good. He wasn’t feeling up to being punished – fucking, yes; punishment, no.
“So you just come up here t’ complain or you got somethin’ else on your mind?” As if he didn’t know what Logan was looking for – but he wasn’t ready to let on about that just yet; he wasn’t sure how well Logan would take it.
“Watch it, kid,” Logan warned.
Remy sighed and rolled over onto his back, a blissful half-smile on his lips, fixing Logan with a drowsy stare. “People gonna t’ink you’re a moder hen, Logan. Comin’ up here t’ take care of me an’ all,” Remy continued, heedless of Logan’s notorious temper.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Logan muttered, refusing to let the boy get to him; Remy didn’t mean anything by it, the boy was just a natural pain in the ass. “C’mere, kid. Sit up.”
Levering himself into a sitting position, Remy moved to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing his lover. A fey smile quirking his lips, Remy leaned back on the heels of his hands, giving Logan a good view of his straining cock and washboard stomach; the need pouring off of Logan was too powerful to resist, and Remy surrendered eagerly.
Licking his lips, Logan eyed the boy’s dripping cock with barely contained hunger. Forcing himself to wait, Logan laid the palm of his hand against the boy’s feverish forehead, and swore under his breath. “You’re burnin’ up, Rem,” Logan said softly, even as his cock responded eagerly to the mouth-watering picture in front of him.
“Dat ain’t no surprise…you always get me all hot an’…” Remy started.
“Can it, kid,” Logan interrupted, silencing the boy with a warning glare. “Come on, Rem. Let’s see if we can get that fever down,” he said firmly, making it clear that there was no room for argument.
“But…” Remy protested, pouting.
“You. Shower. Now,” Logan ordered, pointing in the direction of the bathroom, pleased when the boy automatically followed the order without a second’s hesitation.
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The kid was gorgeous – even sick as he was – water running down between sharp shoulder-blades and over the tight curve of his ass, cinnamon hair mahogany under the spray of the shower…leaning forward, Logan pressed a gentle kiss to the boy’s shoulder, groaning softly as his straining cock pressed against the boy’s firm ass. “Feelin’ better yet, Rem?” Logan purred, nuzzling the back of the boy’s neck.
“Every minute,” Remy purred, pressing back against Logan with a soft moan.
“Good,” Logan snarled, “gettin’ tired of waitin’.”
Pushing Remy up against the shower wall, Logan pressed himself hard against the boy, loving the feel of shower-slick skin against his straining cock. “Want somethin’, Rem?” Logan asked, pressing his aching erection up against the boy’s tight ass.
“Oui, s’il te plaît, Maître,” Remy whined desperately, pushing back into Logan’s firm grip with frantic eagerness.
“That’s my boy,” Logan purred, pulling away and soaping his aching cock.
Grasping the boy’s hips, Logan pressed in slowly, groaning as Remy pressed eagerly back against him, seating his cock deeper into his ass. Fighting for self-control, Logan set a slow, steady rhythm; he was trying to go easy on the boy, but it was so hard when all he wanted to do was just take.
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Logan was torturing him…fucking him with excruciating slowness when all he wanted was a good, hard pounding. Whimpering, Remy pressed hard back against Logan, urging his lover to quicken the pace, take him harder, give hiat hat he needed.
Eyes closed, Remy pressed his feverish cheek up against the coolness of the shower wall and moaned deeply as Logan wrapped a hand around his aching cock and stroked roughly in time with his thrusts. It felt incredible, but he wanted more. Pushing back to meet each agonizingly slow thrust, Remy tried to force the pace faster.
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Growling softly, Logan nuzzled the nape of Remy’s neck and nipped lightly, reminding the boy who was in charge; the kid was as determined to quicken the pace as he was to keep it slow, and Logan intended to remain in control of the situation. “You gonna be my good boy tonight, Rem?” Logan purred, rubbing his stubble-roughened cheek against the boy’s shoulder.
“Oui, Maître,” Remy purred. He would do anything his Master asked of him. Anything.
“That’s my boy,” Logan growled lightly, tightening his grip on the boy’s straining cock in reward. “You’re mine; you remember that.”
Remy bit his lhe khe knew his place and was overstepping his bounds. Shoulders slumped in defeat, he nodded – speaking would only make matters worse.
“It’s alright, Rem,” Logan soothed. He wasn’t really angry; he just wanted the boy to remember who was in control of the situation. “I ain’t mad; just don’t push it.”
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Submitting to Logan’s dominance, Remy let the other man set the pace, whimpering in need as Logan fisted his cock in reward. He hadn’t meant to be disobedient, but he could feel the barely restrained savagery radiating from his lover and it was driving him wild with need.
He knew the rules of the game, though; submission was what Logan wanted, and Remy intended to give it to him. Submitting with a quiet whimper, Remy spread his legs wider in invitation and let his eyes fall closed.
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“Good boy,” Logan praised and tightened his grip on Remy’s cock, biting back a moan at the shiver of excitement the rough treatment elicited.
Neither one of them could hold out much longer, and Logan knew it. Steadying the boy’s hips with his free hand, Logan thrust harder and with less control, stroking the boy’s cock in the same hard, steady rhythm.
The hell with going easy on the kid; he’d put Remy to bed after this and the kid could sleep all day for all he cared…didn’t make much difference if he wore him out now, Logan reasoned.
Giving into the frantic hunger, Logan sank his teeth into the nape of the boy’s neck, hips snapping forward in the same movement. So close, he was so fucking close, and so was his boy, by the smell of it. Releasing his hold on Remy’s neck, Logan leaned to growl in his ear. “Come…now!”
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Helpless to resist his Master’s order, Remy gave in to his climax with a howl of pleasure, Logan’s orgasm hitting his mind simultaneously, only Logan’s hand clamping over his mouth at the last moment keeping his scream from waking the entire mansion and only the shower wall keeping him from hitting the floor, the rush of pleasure was so intense.
TBC