Roughing It

“Get the hell off of me, Gumbo,” Logan growled; it had been a long night and he just couldn’t wait any longer.

Eyes flying open, Remy immediately backed off, scooting to the other side of the blanket and holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, Logan,” Remy said penitently, hiding a smirk.

“You’re gonna be sorry the next time you try th Log Logan muttered dangerously. He was in an all-round bad mood and the kid wasn’t helping matters any…and neither was the fact that, against all reason, the kid had never looked more appealing to him.

Rather than answering him, Remy simply gave him a look of angelic innocence, then stretched and tried to run his fingers through his hair. “Merde, I got dirt in my hair,” Remy complained, with a look of absolute despondency.

“So? What the hell did ya expect?” Logan said smugly.

“I don’ like bein’ dirty,” Remy griped, ignoring Logan’s question.

“Well, too bad,” Logan said with satisfaction.

Glaring at Logan from behind his dirty bangs, Remy stood up and yanked his shirt off. He didn’t have aoap oap or shampoo, but there was a stream, which meant water, which meant clean…or at least cleaner than he was.

“What in the hell are you doin’, Gumbo?” Logan growled dangerously; the last thing he needed was Remy naked.

“Takin’ a bath,” Remy answered cheerfully. “Wanna join me?”

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The kid was going to be the death of him, pure and simple. There was no way the kid hadn’t picked up on his dilemma; he didn’t know how, but there was just no way that Remy didn’t know what he was doing to him.

The sound of footsteps heralded the boy’s return even before Logan had picked up his scent; he smelled a lot cleaner and was soaking wet, but at least he wasn’t naked, even if he was shirtless. That infuriating grin was plastered back on his face, too, and the boy was whistling cheerfully.

Ignoring his companion’s less than cheerful welcome, Remy wandered over to Logan’s side and settled on the ground at his feet. Pulling his socks and boots on, Remy smiled to himself as he felt Logan glaring at him. “Why don’t you just admit it?” Remy asked conversationally, never looking up.

“Admit what?” Logan growled; he didn’t want to get into this, he’d much rather pretend that he didn’t want anything to do with the kid.

“Dat you want me,” Remy said lightly, leaning back against the log Logan was sitting on.

“Watch it, Gumbo,” Logan warned, brandishing his claws.

“Well, it’s true, ain’t it?” Remy asked smugly.

“You know damn well it is,” Logan growled in exasperation. There was really no point in lying about it; the kid obviously knew.

Remy nodded, giving Logan a wicked grin. “You gonna do somet’in’ about it or sit dere all day?”

Rather than answering, Logan grabbed a handful of the boy’s hair and pulled him into a savage kiss, growling in satisfaction as Remy whimpered in surprise but didn’t pull away. To hell with fighting it; Cyke wanted them to “get closer,” as he put it, and this was about as close as they could get.

Tugging roughly on the boy’s hair, Logan pulled him to his feet and settled him across his lap, growling deeply in pleasure at the pressure on his aching cock. Kissing him deeply, Logan squeezed the boy’s ass roughly, pleased when Remy moaned and pressed harder against him. The kid wanted it, no doubt about it, and Logan intended to give it to him.

“You better like it rough, ‘cause I ain’t gonna be gentle,” Logan growled into the boy’s ear before sinking his teeth hard into the skin of Remy’s bared neck.

Nodding in agreement, Remy bared his neck in surrender; he’d figured as much, he would have had to have been a fool to expect Logan to go easy on him. Arching into Logan’s touch, Remy moaned softly as the soft flannel of Logan’s shirt rubbed against his sensitive nipples; he wanted it rough, wanted Logan to show him no mercy.

The smell of lust on the kid was almost overpowering and Logan was helpless to fight it, not that he wanted to. Unable to wait to claim his new mate, Loganhed hed at Remy’s hips, urging him off his lap. “Get up, brat.”

Remy hesitantly stood up, unsure of why Logan had wanted him to move; that frantic desire was still there, so it couldn’t be that Logan had changed his mind, but he didn’t know why else he would have been given the order. His answer came as Logan grabbed him by the hand and yanked him over to the blanket still spread on the ground by the ashes of the fire. Panting in desire, Remy watched with hungry eyes as Logan yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground, raising one eyebrow as he started in on his pants.

Satisfied that Remy had the idea, Logan stripped out of his jeans and boots, watching hungrily as the boy yanked his socks and boots off and stepped out of his jeans, standing naked and leteletely unabashed on the blanket, every inch of his body screaming desire. Growling with need, Logan stalked over to the boy and grabbed a handful of Remy’s damp hair, tugging lightly, satisfied when the boy immediately dropped to his knees, staring up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Whimpering, Remy shifted impatiently on his knees as Logan stood in front of him, hard cock maddeningly close to his lips. It had been far too long since he’d been with anyone so aggressive and he craved it. Moaning softly, he pleaded silently for Logan to hurry up, arching his hips to show off his rock hard, dripping cock.

There was no way Logan could ignore an invitation like that…no fucking way. Moving around behind the boy, he dropped to his knees on the blanket and pushed at the boy’s shoulders, hoping that Remy would understand the implied order. He was beyond speech, barely capable of thinking rationally, andperaperately wanted to claim this gorgeous creature.

Realizing what Logan expected of him, Remy leaned forward on his forearms, ass raised and head hung in submission. Biting his lip to keep himself from begging, Remy moaned as Logan’s powerful hands closed around his hips, steadying them. He could feel the heat and lust radiating off of his lover and it was driving him wild.

Leaning over Remy, Logan growled lightly, aching cock pressed up against the boy’s ass and nuzzled at the nape of his neck. All of the pent-up frustration and anger of the last two days had culminated in a frantic, overpowering need to ravage the gorgeous body so pleasingly presented to him and Logan was desperate. Sinking his teeth into the nape of the boy’s neck, Logan clamped his hands harder onto Remy’s hips and thrust savagely, loving the strangled cry of pleasure the boy made as he was taken so violently.

Remy pressed back into the hard rhythm Logan had started with a soft moan of pleasure, urging his lover on. It had been ages since he’d been treated with such violent possessiveness and he loved it, loved everything about it – the power, the control, the agonizing pleasure – everything.

Snarling, Logan thrust harder and with less control, giving in to the wild need to take – to overpower – with a wild intensity that was almost painful. So far, Remy had made no complaints and the realization that the kid would probably let him do anything he wanted to him coursed like lightning through him, making his cock throb painfully. A slut the kid may have been, but this was the best sex Logan could ever recall having, and he was grateful for Remy’s experience.

It felt incredible, but Remy wanted more. Balancing himself on one forearm – not an easy feat under the circumstances – Remy reached down to stroke his straining cock, gasping in surprise as Logan batted his hand away with a low snarl and replaced it with his own, stroking roughly as Remy moaned deeply, surrendering to his control.

The kid was close, right on the edge – he could feel it in the straining hardness of the boy’s cock and hear it in his frantic moans and whimpers – and Logan was right behind him. Sig hig his teeth hard into the boy’s shoulder, Logan thrust deep, surrendering gratefully to his climax with a smothered howl, feeling Remy’s climax hit him almost simultaneously.

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“Hey, Logan?” Remy mumbled, breath hot against Logan’s chest.

“What?” Logan asked with only minor irritation.

“I t’ink I like roughing it,” Remy answered with a smirk.

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