Morning Wood

Okay. Something...was not right. Not right at all. Logan frowned and eyed his bed suspiciously. Remy had left earlier that morning to take Storm and Jean out to Home Depot or some such place for...gods, more flowers. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was..something was amiss in his room.



Logan's eyes went wide with realization. He cleaned. Remy cleaned his room. Everything was in it's place..but...His clothes and his bed. Frowning, the Canadian went up to the bed and stripped back the blankets, then messed them up and smiled triumphantly. "Much better." That would teach the Cajun.



Or he might just figure Logan took a nap.



They'd had a wee fight the night before about...cleanliness and bathing habits and smoking in the house and whose room were they gonna sleep in...and yeah. Needless to say, Logan had slept alone, but while he'd been out running his own errands, Remy must've snuck..no, broke, into his room..and cleaned.



Well, Revenge would be Logan's...



Disorganizing his room to his satisfaction, Logan snickered, then sighed and stopped. The room looked lived in again...just the way he liked it. Now...to the Cajun's room...



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When he entered Remy's room, Logan looked around. It wasn't emmaculate..but it was clean..and it smelled like him. So much so, that Logan went right for the Cajun's bed and laid down. He took a deep breath, then sighed, closing his eyes. God above, he loved how that man smelled...But no time for that!



Remy was very particular about where stuff was placed in his room. Not quite OCD caliber..but close. If something was missing or had been moved, Remy would notice. The kid had good eyes. Pretty too. Sultry, seductive...and those lips..and hands...No, no...can't think about that whilst defiling the man's room.



Logan went for Remy's desk and shifted his lover's laptop over by an inch, then removed all the pens from the cup and put them in the drawer. Next were the pictures. He shifted each one just a bit.



The whole process took a good hour or so, but when he was done, Remy's room looked completely different. Now, he would go down to the kitchen to read the paper and wait for his Cajun lover to get back...and the screamfest that was sure to follow.



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Logan's prediction had been correct. Not ten minutes after Remy got back, did he show up in the kitchen just...glaring at the man.



Logan had to fight to keep the grin off his face and he looked up at his lover, offered a simple smile, "Yes, dear?"



Remy glared all the more, "Don' gimme dat 'Yes dear' crap! I know what y' did."



"And what is it you think I did?"



"You moved Remy stuff!"



Logan sighed and closed his paper, then set it down and looked back up at Remy, "Yeah. So?"



Remy moved closer to him, "Dat de t'anks I get f' pickin' up de mess in y' room?"



"I don't like my things touched."



"Y'know...we gon' have a lotta problems wit' dis whole...'Don' touch m' shit' policy."



Logan smiled, "Probably. But..ya know...That's kind of an easy fix."



That earned a raised brow from the Cajun. "Oh?"



"Move in with me."



That statement, not a question, hit Remy like a Mack Truck. He stared at Logan for a good five minutes before replying. "Y' serious?"



Logan nodded, "When am I not?"



"Y' know..it's not polite t' answer a question wit' a question."



"When am I polite?"



"Point taken. So y' serious den?"



Logan nodded, "Yep. I want ya to move in with me. Sorta...as much as ya can..cuz you got a lotta crap."



Remy pouted, "S'not crap. It's m' stuff."



"Yer a pack rat."



"So?" Remy sighed and sat down, "Can I t'ink about it for a lil while?"



Again, Logan nodded, sitting back, "Yeah...you can."



Remy nodded and got up, "Alright. I'll let y' know what...what I t'ink." He leaned over and kissed the man, then smiled and left the kitchen.



God damn...Logan loved that man. Which was still...weird for him. It was like...an instant click with them. He'd never, ever had that with anyone else before his whole life, that he could remember...but Remy...wow. Remy. They'd been almost instant friends...and when Logan decided it was time to cross the line into the realm of romance...Remy met him there, all be it a little nervous, but still...Remy was right there with him, by his side. Where he should be.



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After dinner had come and passed, Logan returned to his room, dead set on finishing that book he'd started. When he opened the door, he saw Remy standing by the bed, putting his pictures on the nightstand.



Remy turned and looked at the man, "Umm...Yes?"



Logan grinned and went up to him, then took Remy into his arms and proceeded to kiss the life out of him.



Breaking the kiss out of need for air, Remy grinned, "I take it y' happy, then?"



Logan sighed, happily, "Remy...nothin' has ever made me so happy." He reached up and ran a hand through his lover's hair, "Ya know I love ya, right?"



Remy nodded and kissed the tip of Logan's nose, "I know. Love y' too."