I'm Just The Paper Boy

"Here, lemme help you with that." Logan bit his cigar to free up his hands and take the big cardboard box from in front of Remy. He stood in the doorway and waited until Remy could adjust the many large shopping bags that had been looped around his arms before leading the young man down the hall to the guest bedroom. "Got 'em?" He asked, smirking and containing his giggles as he watched the Cajun's struggles.

"Oui." Remy huffed and shifted one last time before nodding to Logan that he was ready to move. His hair had been tucked under a faded blue baseball cap as to not get in the way from being down or tied back. A gray T-Shirt with big blue block letters that read "Louisiana State" rounded to look like the top half of a circle above the same style lettering that read "University" laid flatly underneath. It had resembled that of a rising moon on a blue horizon. His blue jeans fit snug around his waist but left no indication that his legs were there until he bent down or sat down. Brand new white Reebok tennis shoes steadied him as he followed Logan down the hall and into the guest room, across from Logan's. Setting the bags down, just inside the door, he straightened and smiled at Logan as the man had set the big box down on Remy's already put together bed.

Logan sighed, relieved at the weight that he just put down. "Damn kid, what d'ya have in there?"

Smiling and laughing softly, Remy looked at the box and thought of what he put in there. "Bed sheets, an' blankets. Ya help me put the bed t'get'er, ya wanna help me dress it, too?" Nodding towards the bare blue mattress fit inside of a waterbed.

"Maybe later. Right now, let's get the rest of your stuff in the garage before it gets too dark."

Remy nodded and led the way back out to his backed-in truck in the driveway. Opening the passenger door to grab a small, open box full of pictures in frames that sat on the seat, and jumped as the garage door motor pulled the door up, letting Logan come out to lift a 30" television set out of the back. Piling his fluffy white pillow ontop of the box, Remy kicked the door shut on his truck before heading back into the house via the garage.

He headed hown the hall and placed the box of pictures down beside the bigger box and hesitated taking the pillow off to check to make sure the glass and frames were not damaged. A knock on the door startled him.

"You wanna come help me with the dresser? It may be small but, I can't carry it on my own." Logan had been standing there a few seconds before he knocked, and watched the kid think about what to do.

Remy turned and quickly looked around the room as the last piece of furniture he had, was missing. "oh. Uh... oui. Yes. Coming." Trying not to act as if something were wrong, he thought it best to go on with his tasks for the moment.

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By the middle of the night, he was sitting on his bed, beside the box of pictures, occassionally lifting one to look at before replacing it in the spot he had lifted it from. The bed was made and the furniture was in place but, he hadn't started on putting up anything to make it an actual room. The box sat full of shiny frames, wooden frames, and no frames for some assorted pictures. Twelve frames in all that sat six side by side, sat ontop of a white photo album full of pictures Remy hadn't wanted anyone else to see. They weren't like the posed pictures in frames but, carried a friend-taken assortment of he and another.

Logan was asleep and had been for about an hour. He was a good man and became quite the friend in the past months Remy had been delivering papers. He was even nice enough to help on days that Remy's truck wouldn't start, or his heater in the little blue pickup refused hot air. Logan had been in the same settings of home; no pictures on the walls or anywhere visible. Paintings were all that was allowed in view of others.

"Hm. Bet he keeps dem in his closet." Remy chuckled to himself and mused at where to put his.

The closet he had was already close to full with hanging clothes and shoes that were lined up on the floor. It was his ex that was the neat person in the relationship so, Remy gradually came to adapt his style with minor drawbacks. He had only lined things up neatly to where his ex had colour coded, and labeled and tagged certain fashions for certain days. Remy only went as far as wearing well coordinated things on whatever day he felt like it.

Removing his clothes and crawling into bed, he snuggled down on his left side and cuddled a dark yellow gator that seemed to be positioned as if it were standing on it's feet. Shutting off the bedside light, he closed his eyes and hugged the gator closer as he listened to the quiet.

He had trouble sleeping as all first nights in new surroundings seemed his worst bout of insomnia. Yawning as the night wore on, he hadn't been able to get to sleep no matter how he tried. On his back, on either side, or on his stomach which was the position he most preferred.

"Mebbe a bath will help." Sitting up in the bed and swinging his feet over he right side, he got up and padded over to the door to open it slowly and quietly. He checked the hallway before finally looking over to Logan's closed door. Listening a moment, he heard only the wind howling low outside but not a movement from behind Logan's door. Remy smiled and slipped quietly out into the hall and heading towards the bathroom.

The first door on the left, on his side, was a small but spacious bathroom. A wide mirror with a counter that stretched across the wall that had one round sink off to the right and a mostly empty countertop to the left. The left, behind the door, held a shower/bath with two frosted glass sliding doors held a rounded bathtub with blue porcelain. He plugged the tub and started the water before turning to close the door quietly and then undress.

Watching the water run into the tub, Remy sighed and turned back to the sink, thinking maybe there was something for the bath underneath. Squatting down and opening the doors under the sink, he didn't find anything other than cleaning bottles. To the left held several things that struck Remy as odd, for instance, wash cloths and hand towels were neatly placed on the top shelf side by side while a plastic jug of lilac bubble bath and was half full. He sighed in dismay but took the bottle and poured a good puddle into the bath.

Setting the bottle down on the toilet lid between the bath and the counter, Remy removed his hairtie, shut the water off and sank into the bath after grabbing a wash cloth from the shelf. As he reclined against the back, he wondered just how much of a coincidence was it that Logan had the same flavour of bubble bath that he had just spent 8 months in Hell getting used to. He sighed and sank down so that the water covered him to his neck.

Remy sat up and looked around the room. Closing his eyes and leaning against the back, his hands wandered over his taut chest and down to his genitals. He sighed audibly but softly enough so he wouldn't wake Logan. His thoughts wandered back to his previous lover, who loved to sit behind him and caress him in the bath. Gently squeezing the tip of his manhood, Remy's eyes blinked open and filtered in his new surroundings.

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Logan was the first one up and had made coffee as well as breakfast; toast, eggs, and hash browns. He sat at the table and sipped his coffee as he skimmed the morning paper that Remy's temporary replacement had left. Looking up from the 3rd page, he glanced at the clock on the microwave and thought about checking on Remy to see if he was all right. It was almost noon on Monday, and he had thought Remy had class. Folding the paper and setting it on the table, Logan stood up and quietly walked down the hall to listen at his door.

When he had gotten up, Logan hadn't noticed that Remy's door had been cracked open. Peering in, his eyebrows raised as he saw the young man still asleep and on his back, nude. The bedsheet had been tossed off most of his body to only cover him from the knees down. Absently, his tongue wet his top lip as he stared at Remy's erection.

Remy had been waking up for a few minutes but lie there with his eyes closed and listened to the quiet. He had to use the restroom but didn't want to move just yet. He inhaled and his right hand to his erection and absently started to stroke himself lightly. He could feel he was being watched and it only turned him on more. Stroking himself a little more firmly, Remy quirked a smile and gasped as his hips lift off of the bed slightly. He moaned and turned his head away from the door.

Logan's eyes opened wide as he focused on what Remy was doing. He was so focused that he didn't hear the phone start to ring until the fourth ring. Snapping out of his fantasy, Logan turned and hurried for the phone beside his bed. "Hello?"

The person on the other end talked about an idea they had about Logan and them completing together. They hadn't stopped talking as Logan sighed and sat down on the end of his bed.

"Look, I can't talk about this now." He paused as they rebutted. "No, no, look,.... I have bent over backwards for you and you still went and found someone else to screw around with." Hearing the door open and turning to see Remy, in sweatpants, walk down the hall for coffee, Logan stood up. "I can't talk about this now. I need to think. Perhaps we can have lunch in a few weeks, until then, I think you need to figure out just who you want to wake up next to in the morning." He hung up the cordless and tossed it onto the bed as he went out to the kitchen to finish his coffee.

Remy stood at the coffeepot with his back to Logan as he turned the corner and sat in his place. "Mornin, Logan." Replacing the pot and turning to smile at Logan, he made his way over to the table and sat across from the older man.

"It's uh... noon." Logan smiled and sipped his cold coffee. "Sleep okay?"

Sitting back and taking a deep breath, Remy nodded. "Oui." His hair had been down and Remy was constantly moving it behind his shoulders.

Logan noticed the tenderness in the movements that Remy took with his hair and thought back to Remy stroking himself in bed. Clearing his throat, he remembered what he was going to ask him. "No class today?"

Catching Remy in midsip, he swallowed and set his cup down before answering. "Non, we're on break." Quirking an eyebrow, Remy fired a question back. "No work?"

"I mostly work from home."

Remy nodded. Finishing his cup of coffee, Remy stood up and placed his cup in the sink before turning to go back to his room and get dressed.

Logan cleaned up the breakfast and decided to make a few calls for work. Going back to pick up his notebook from the side of his bed, he stopped in front of Remy's door and raised an eyebrow as Remy was once again naked and standing in front of his bed with clothes for the day. He cleared his throat and was surprised that Remy turned to see him in the doorway.

"You don't like looking at Remy, Logan?" A smile quirked as he turned around fully for Logan to get a good view of him.

Choking on his own saliva, Logan fumbled for the words. "I-I-I just thought that you had forgotten to close your door, that's all."

Remy came closer and bit his lower lip. "And, if I can't find anythin to wear, you just gonna make me stay in my room all day?" He could feel Logan's excitement at seeing Remy naked and coming closer to him.

"It don't bother me what you decide to wear, or not. Feel free to go naked, just don't walk outside like that." Logan choked as Remy was now two feet from him.

Remy smiled and turned back to his bed to return the clothes to the drawers where he found them.


TBC.....