When Nerds Collide

"Umm...Logan...what's this word?"

Logan looked over at Piotr's book and smiled, "Convoluted. Means...like twisted...coiled..type of deal. Only time I ever heard it though was when someone was griping about some convoluted thing or another."

Piotr nodded, seemingly understanding, "Ah. Vell. Thank you."

Logan nodded and shifted on his chair, flipping a page in the paper. He had his customary cup of coffee setting on the table...cigar burning in the ash tray. He glanced over at his early morning companion and smiled, "So, Ruski...got any plans fer t'day?"

Looking over at the man, "No. Not really. JP vanted to go to some..movie. Vhat vas it? I can't remember..but I really had no interest in seeing it."

That got a nod from the Canadian...and the man remained silent... At least until the mansion's resident Cajun stumbled in, a mass of giggles, followed by an equally giggly Bostonite.

Bobby tripped over a chair and fell to the floor of the kitchen and laughed all the harder.

Remy had to lean against the counter to keep himself from falling ontop of his lover. He looked down at Bobby and snorted, "DId you see his face, cher?"

Bobby gasped and rolled onto his side, "Oh...oh, God...please...make it stop..." He laughed even harder and squeaked out, "It hurts!"

Logan raised a brow and eyed both men, "What'd you do now?"

Remy held up a hand, motioning for Logan to wait until he'd caught his breath. Once the Cajun's breath had evened out, Remy sighed and smirked, "Bobby...hah...Bobby...Jesus Christ..you shoulda seen it, Canuck...fuckin' hilarious."

Logan snorted and smiled, "I suppose so...now, why don' you boys tell me what I gotta clean up today?"

Bobby finally managed to calm himself down, "Nothin'..nothin'...Nothin' to clean up. We...hah...well, it was actually Remy's idea. Cuz...Scott was complainin' about the color of his car. Apparently he doesn't like blue anymore..soo...hah...Remy knows this guy that does cars...well, paints them anyway...so..Remy paid for Scott to get his car repainted. Now, he didn't tell Remy what color he wanted so..yeah..."

Logan winced and chuckled, "Oh...good god...it's not pink is it?"

Remy snorted adn shook his head, "Non...not at all...pretty good pain' job though, if I do say so m'self. Mike, man, he do good work. Anyway..hah...had it painted dis...really obnoxious fuscia color. N' he did a custom art t'ing on de hood...Carebears..."

Piotr had been just kinda sitting back, watching the exchange..but when Remy revealed the color and the graphic, he laughed, "Holy shit...."

Bobby snickered, "You shoulda seen his face. He's so pissed. We're hidin' from him..but I think he went to his office to pout first. So yeah..y'all didn't see us."

Remy cuffed Bobby's shoulder with his foot, "Stop sayin' y'all. Sounds weird wit' yer yank accent."

Bobby frowned, "You've never said anything before." Pouting, he got to his feet, making for the door of the kitchen, "Well..if my accent bothers you so much...I'll just leave." And so he did. He left. But he was grinning.

Remy rubbed his face, "God damn it." He shook his head and patted Logan on the shoulder, "See y' t'night, mon ami...I gotta go play 'Kiss n' Make Up' wit' de Icecube."

Piotr snorted and shook his head, going back to his book.

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Kiss and Make Up was a fun game. When Remy got up to Bobby's room, the other man was sulking, faking it, on his bed. Remy moved up to him, getting down on his knees in front of Bobby. He smiled up at his lover, running his hands up under the other's shorts.

Bobby just looked down at him, "That's not helping."

Remy grinned and moved his hands up his lover's legs a little more, "Non? Hmm...Mebbe Remy just quit den, eh?"

Shaking his head, Bobby reached out and ran his hand through Remy's auburn hair. God, he loved the man's hair. It was always so soft..and thick. And Remy was the type of guy that didn't really need to shower everyday, but he did...but just his natural smell was..intoxicating. It made Bobby fell all warm and fuzzy...or it was an instant turn on..kinda like now.

Remy pulled his hands out of Bobby's shorts and reached up to undo them.

Oh, god, he was gonna get a blow job. Holy shit. Bobby whimpered, "Seriously?"

Frowning, Remy looked up at him, "Well..yeah..don' like blowjobs?"

Bobby shrugged, "Well...I do...it's just...well..." He blushed, "I...I dunno..." He smiled and leaned down, kissing Remy.

Smiling against his lover's lips, Remy reached up and cupped Bobby's cheek, then stood slowly..still kissing Bobby. He laid the man back and straddled him. He broke the kiss and smiled, "Just relax, cher...Remy gon' make you feel good..."

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Bobby laid beside Remy, panting. He looked over at his lover and grinned, "Glad you talked me into that."

Remy snorted and sat up, then leaned over and kissed Bobby deeply, "Me too." He ran a hand through his lover's sandy hair, then sighed and pulled away. He got up and stretched, yawning, "Wanna play some EQ2 til Scott comes t' kill us?"

Remy wouldn't have to ask twice. Bobby was up and at his desk, logging in, "Let's get in as much PVP as possible before we die." He looked over at Remy as his lover got his set up ready, then grinned, "Oh..an' I wanna be buried next to you."

Will Scooter kill our lil lovebirds? Or will he be merciful?

Until next time, True Believers*...

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*True Believers : Something Stan Lee, the creator of the X-Men, likes to call his fans.