OBJECTS IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR

Hours passed and it had become mostly dark outside. The padlock on the door was being unlatched and opened. The door nudged open and a metal serving tray was placed on the dresser. She reached for Remy's light knob and turned it to a dim glow, just enough to give the room some light.

Rachel moved to sit beside Remy on the bed. She watched him as he slept. He was nude except for a light grey blanket that had covered him from the chest down. Stroking his long, auburn hair that rest on the pillow behind him and then moving her fingers down to trail over his left arm. As Remy had been on his right side, she had to reach over him to tickle a hard, pink nub on his chest. Rachel tugged at the nub lightly, causing Remy to flinch and roll over to see who was with him.

"Wha' ya doin here, girl?" Remy looked up at her, startled.

She smiled at him and continued to run her fingers lightly over his bare chest. "You slept a long time, baby. Time to eat your dinner before it gets cold. I even brought you dessert." Rachel stood and retrieved the tray from the dresser. The tray had a plate of a grilled boneless porkchop, garlic pasta, side dish of steamed vegetables and a tall glass of orange juice. Placing the tray on his lap, as he sat up and stretched out his legs in front of him, she handed him the glass of juice and told him to drink up.

Taking the glass and cautiously drinking the juice, Remy eyed the plate and then her. His favourite foods and a glass of juice, with Rachel to deliver it. What was going on? He set the glass down after drinking half, and was handed his for and knife. As he finished his food and then drank his juice, Remy began to feel strange. A wa was washed over him and he gasped in recognition of what was happening.

Rachel took the tray and placed it on the floor, beside the bed and had started to caress his bare chest and kiss her way from his jawline to his left collarbone when he moaned and closed his eyes. She smiled and continued. Moving her hands down to remove the blanket away and massage him, she was stopped by a voice from behind her.

Without a word, she gathered the tray and left. Passing Jake in the doorway, he grabbed her arm and whispered into her ear. "Did you do as I have asked?"

"Yea." Was all she could say before leaving.

Jake came in and closed the door behind him. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled over to Remy and sat beside him where Rachel had been. "Feel better, now that you've had your nap?" He leaned over and kissed the younger man on the lips.

"Y' bastard. Drugged de food?" Remy grew weary of fighting off the urges. He hadn't moved away
or put up any form of protest other than verbal. The drugs were taking effect. He was becoming aroused and didn't want to be.

A smile graced Jake's lips. "The juice, actually. I decided to up the dosage." Playing with Remy's silken hair, he continued. "Will you be nice to me, now?"

The drug made him nod and reach out to stroke the older man's white shirt. "I play nice, cher. But, if y' let Remy come in ya, dis time?"

He grabbed Remy's hand. "Ah ah.... if I do, you have to do me a favour?"

Remy sighed. "Que?"

"One last appointment. And then, you're done. Okay?"

Remy moaned and began to unbutton Jake's shirt. He nodded and moved to straddle the other man's lap and finish unbuttoning the shirt. "Please, Jake? Need ta...." Remy groaned and ground his groin, as best he could, into the other man's.

"Okay, okay." Jake mumbled in between kisses and pantings. He smiled as the lusty Cajun pushed him back to lie on the bed and finish undressing him. "That's better. All you gotta do is be nice to me, Remy. Not so bad, is it?" Jake stared up at the young man who had already managed to free him from most of his clothing.

Remy shook his head as he frantically worked at removing Jake's leopard-print silk boxer shorts before reaching under his bed for a small tube of KY jelly. Gelling his throbbing erection completely, Remy braced himself as Jake spread his legs and grabbed the boy's slender hips.

The young, intoxicated Cajun took painstakingly calculated movements to please his lover. He knew it would be reaching that moment of climax, and as always, Jake would tell Remy to pull out and finish. Remy hated hearing those words from him. He watched Jake, waited until just before he knew the man would start to say it, and then began to remove himself. To his surprise, Jake had grabbed his hips, again, and told him to stay.

Both men were panting and gasping at tiny, sensual touches. Finally, Remy came and revelled in being able to climax into the man he had wanted to for so long. He slowed and kissed Jake, passionately. He collapsed onto the older man and listened to him praise Remy as he pet Remy's hair. Pulling himself free and watching as Jake changed positions to rearrange the pillows for himself to recline against as Remy was allowed to snuggle.

Jake watched as Remy had settled to the left of him, laid his head on Jake's chest and fell into a deep sleep. He grabbed the blanket that had been carelessly tossed to the other side of the bed, and covered them. A malicious grin spread on his lips as he thought of the payback Remy would bring for this favour. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable at the thought of having another man's climax inside him, but merely an act of leverage and control. Remy would do anything he wanted, as long as Remy was allowed to release inside.

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Logan sighed to himself and pushed himself off of the wall outside of Remy's room. He shook his head and thought to himself that Remy was really in for trouble. He had to admit the sensual and lust-crazed sounds from the boy were driving him insane. Logan thought it best to return to his room before he attracted too much unwanted attention.

"Spying on the boss and his boyfriend.... tsk tsk tsk, Logan." Rachel said in a low, sultry voice as he passed her room.

Logan stopped and turned to look at her standing in the doorway. "He's just a kid. Someonegottgotta look out for him. I'm not just the driver, ya know."

Rachel smiled and came closer to him. "That's Jake's job. Remy aint complainin. As long as Jake lets him warm his bed, he's a happy camper. But, um, you don't think so....? You must have it real hard for the boy, if you have to stand outside of his room and listen to them fuck." She smiled again as her point was made.

Thinking for a moment, Logan asked calmly, "So, what do I have to do?" He stared into her eyes before examining her evening attire. He could guess what she really wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it. Taking in her dark blue lace "teddy" with matching satin robe that was only long enough to reach the middle of her toned thighs.

She laughed and pulled him into her room and over to her bed, to the right of the door. "It's not fair that Jake has his toy, but poor Logan can't play with it." Rachel mocked. "I've got something you can play wiAnd And all you have to do, is be nice." She winked and traced the pattern on his beltbuckle with a finger. "You really don't strike me as the type to go after a man. Didn't you get enough pussy in high school?"

Logan scoffed. Grabbing her by the arms and pulling her close, he forced her lips to his while guiding her to lie on the bed. Kicking the door shut with his foot, Logan took his right hand and ran it over her laced bodice. He growled under his breath and she smiled. "You need it that bad, huh?" He reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it.

She nodded.

"All right." Logan stood up to unfasten his belt and pants while keeping his eyes focused on her.

"If it makes you feel better, you can screw me in the ass and pretend I'm the Cajun." She said, laughingly.

Logan scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. If he's happy, then I guess he's happy. He aint here, right now, so I guess it's about you. Isn't it?" He reached between her legs with his right hand and pulled off the crotch of her outfit before moving the same hand back to his erection and stroked it.

Rachel smiled and took the liberty of making herself whet while she waited for him to push inside her. She gasped loudly as he did, finally. Fully, she felt him sheath himself inside her. Thrusting, in and out like a violent animal in heat. "Tell me. Why does a man want a young boy to screw when he can screw pussy, so good?" She asked, in between s ans and shallow gasps.

Logan ignored for the time being, and concentrated on what he was doing. He waited until she was near orgasm before pulling himself out and whispering in her ear. "Because sometimes pussy doesn't play fair." Standing up and tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up, Logan gave her a casually smug wink and then excused himself from her room. As his footsteps retreated, he could hear her panting and gasping in his absence.

He was still hard when he reached his room and shut the door behind him. Kneeling in front of the small toilet, is pis private bathroom, Logan finished for himself. Only this time, his thoughts weren't of the boy and him in the back of the limo. More of that, they were imaginings of what had happened in Xavier's house that the boy was physically exhausted from it.

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The next morning, Logan came into the dining room for coffee and the morning paper. He was shocked to find Remy sitting in a chair and reading the bank page.

Remy was dressed in a pair of faded, tight blue jeans that were torn in various place on both legs, and a black T-shirt with a funny design on the back. His long hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail, and the laces on his shoes made a faint tapping sound as his foot bounced in a nervous manner. "Mornin, Logan." He said without lifting his eyes from his page.

"Mornin." Logan poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot that was sitting on a silver tray with cups around it, in the middle of the table. Sitting down across a long table from the young man who smelled of Aloe Vera lotion and herbal shampoo, he glanced at the pile of paper next to Remy. "You done with the rest of the paper?"

"Oui. Desole, cher. Didn' t'ink anyone was up dis early in de mornin." Remy looked up at him and smiled as he handed Logan the rest of the paper.

Logan smiled and accepted the paper. "At 6 in the mornin, I didn't think YOU were up."

Remy shrugged. "Jake coughs in de mornin an' gets up at 5 for a smoke. He wakes me up alot of times, so I jus' get up."

Logan looked around the boy, into the kitchen. "Is he here?" He asked, hoping the boy would say no.

Red on black eyes dimmed and fell to paper in front of him. "Non. He wen' to a meeting. He be back later." A feeling of sadness and unease came over the youth. He looked as if something were wrong, or as if he hadn't really wanted to hear Logan ask about Jake.

"You feelin any better after yesterday? You were pretty exhausted." Logan decided it was best to change the subject.

"Oui. De pain go away soon." Giving the man a faint smile, Remy looked past Logan to acknowledge 3 girls coming down the stairs for breakfast.

A girl with shoulder length blonde hair and a baseball jersey she was using as a nightshirt sat down in a chair to Logan's left. "Hey Remy, heard you got a new client, tonight. Guess maybe Jakey doesn't want his 'golden fuck' for just a boyfriend." She said laughingly as Remy glanced at Logan before averting his eyes from the group.

He stood up to leave when another girl with long, shaggy brown hair, in a pink bathrobe added. "Gee Remy, what'd you do to piss him off, again? Did you forget to swallow, or just forget your tricks altogether?" Remy felt the girls' sarcasm, and then felt Logan for any sign of amusement. The laughter pushed at him and forced him to leave without another word.

The blonde hddeddded as Remy passed her, causing the other girls to laugh. "I bet Logan likes 'em to swallow, right Logan?"

Logan didn't reply, but merely cleared his throat and took a drink of coffee. He listened to the girls' chatter about Remy and Jake and their latest clientel, before getting up and returning to his room to make a phone call.

He kept a cell phone in a drawer in his nightstand, and used it every other day. "....... I'll let ya know in a week. I'm in a tight spot right now." Logan sat on his bed, pulling on his uniform jacket, as he hung up. He wondered what the girls had meant by Remy being a "golden fuck", and what he had done "again" to upset Jake.

There was a knock at the door, followed by a voice that was accented thickly with a cajun twang. "Logan.....? Y' busy?"

Sensing there was something in the kid's voice, other than a favour, he got up and answered the door. "Yea?"

Remy stepped back as the door opened. "I need t' go in to town. Y' take me?"

The kid was asking him to take him, eventhough he had his own means of transportation. He wanted Logan with him, and perhaps the kid would open up to him. "Sure, when?" Logan sniffed the young man and was met with the scent of fear and embarrassment.

"Few minutes. Remy need t' run an' get de paperwork. Y' meet me in de garage, no?" He was becoming anxious as he felt Logan's curiosity stab at him.

Logan nodded. "I'll get my keys to the limo." He turned to go back to the nightstand when he was stopped.

"Non. We take de Lexus, ok? No big deal, jus' have an appointment." Remy nearly leapt forward to catch the man, out of anxiety.

Again, Logan nodded and told Remy that he'd meet him in the garage. He wondered again as he heard Remy run back down the hall and up the stairs. He heard the quickened footsteps above him as the young man hurried to his room before returning downstairs and out to the garage. Logan's room had been downstairs, just diagonal from Remy's room.

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Logan held open the dark red door to the Lexus as Remy slid onto the backseat and waited. Shutting the door and opening his, he sat down and turned the key. He heard Remy thank him, quietly, as he shut the door. "Don't mention it. Where to?"

"De Millbury Clinic." Was the short and somewhat shakey reply.

Logan hesitated a moment before backing out of the garage and heading for town. As Logan drove, he looked into the mirror a few times to see Remy staring at a manilla folder the boy was hanging onto for dear life, on his lap. His gaze was met a few times with anxious eyes before pulling into the large parking lot of the clinic.

He wanted to stop the kid from going in and doing whatever he was about to do. Logan knew all too well what Dr. Millbury was doing, but why was the boy in such a hurry? And what was in the envelope? He shrugged and pulled into a spot and parked. "You want me to go in with you?"

Remy stared at Logan through the mirror. Feeling the growing concern from the driver, he smiled in reassurance. "Non, cher. S' jus' a check up. I be back in half 'n hour, no?" He opened the door and stepped out. As Remy shut the door, Logan grabbed his arm through his open window. "I be fine, Logan."

"You sure?"

"Oui."

Logan watched the young man enter the building and then checked his watch to time him. He wondered again what Remy could want with Millbury. And then he wondered just how Remy came into contact with a man like that. He checked his watch and sighed as the minutes seemed to take forever to go by. Logan's eyes were fixed on the door, and his hearing was extended as far as it would go for any sounds that weren't pleasant.

When the half hour was up, Logan was pacing in front of the car, on a grassy median. He debated going in and bringing the boy out, regardless of protests and his job. Pacing more anxiously, he also thought about demanding to know what was in the folder Remy held so tightly to him. When Logan turned around to face the entrance, he stopped to see a tired, folderless Remy come out to greet him.

Remy found the older man racing towards him to see if he was alright. He was tired and barely able to walk straight. When Logan was in range, Remy threw his arms around him and hugged him. He panted and froze when Logan tried to help him into the car. "Don' move, please. Jus' hol' me, oui?" Remy whispered as he laid his head on Logan's shoulder and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Okay." Logan agreed and wrapped hrms rms around the small, slender waist.

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When the car pulled into the drive of the house, Jake was standing on the front steps, waiting for them. Three hours had gone by and Jake was not at all happy. He pointed to the ground, in front of the house, and watched Logan park in the spot. "Where were you?" He asked adamantly, as Logan got out and reached for Remy's door.

Remy had rested and was feeling a bit better and able to walk by himself. When his door opened, he stepped out and gave Jake a blank expression that infuriated the man on the steps. The expression didn't change when Jake came down to meet him and smack him across the face as he wasn't answered.

"Dismissed, Logan." Jake waited until the driver shut the back door and then drove the car the rest of the way to the garage. "Where the Hell were you?"

"Millbury."

Jake narrowed his eyes and waited. "Where else?"

Remy looked calmly at the older man in front of him. "Nowhere."

"It doesn't take that long to get a damn checkup, Remy. Three fucking hours, Remy. And don't tell me Logan got lost. Are you fucking my driver, again?"

Remy ignored him and headed for the steps. "Dat's right, Jake. Remy's fine, cher. Nevermine about de checkup an' how Remy's doin."

"Hey!" Jake turned around and called to Remy. "You have a client to get ready for."

Remy stopped and turned around on and stood on the first step. "What?! Non! Jake, 'm no' goin.
Don' care who dey are, I quit!" He could feel Jake about to explode with anger. He remembered the last time he told Jake no, and shivered.

The older man cleared his throat and walked over to Remy. "You don't remember last night, do you? How you begged me to let you fuck me, and then promised me you'd do this last client. I let you come as you swore to me I'd have no complaints. You know how I hate it when people don't live up to their contracts, Remy."

Staring at Jake with wide eyes, Remy reached a hand to Jake's chest and felt his heartbeat. The normal rhythm told Remy he was told the truth, and now he had to live up to the deal. Slowly, he nodded and then led Jake back into the house and up the stairs.

Jake grabbed Remy's left wrist and pulled him into his room, as they were on the way to Remy's room. Closing the door behind Remy, he smiled. "I think I need to clean you up before you go. All that gel the Doctor uses isn't good for the clients. And then, you can apologise to me for ignoring my question." He played with Remy's hair before undressing the young man and himself. He whispered into Remy's ear for him to go start the shower and wait for him.

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Remy stood in the shower stall, staring at the spray of water coming from the showerhead, and waited for Jake. He had been able to see the lust in Jake's eyes as well as feeling the man surge with the overwhelming emotion. He looked up from the floor when the door opened and Jake stepped in, with his back tothe water. Since the stall was big enough for at least 3 people, they had more than enough room to move around.

Pulling Remy close to him and kissing him, Jake held him tightly. "Mmm, are you hard because of me, or just you?" Jake moaned into Remy's ear and traikisskisses and licks down the boy's taut stomach. Hearing Remy gasp as he reached the Cajun's erection and licked, he looked up and smiled. He licked again and felt the boy tremble with pleasure.

Nails dug into Jake's shoulders as Remy watched the older man, now kneeling before him, pleasure Remy's manhood. "Zut alors, Jake!" Remy threw his head back and closed his eyes. The warm mouth that embraced his erection was overwhelming his senses.

Just as Remy was about eleaelease, Jake stopped and stood up. "Turn around." He told the boy, and waited for Remy to comply. Taking Remy's hands and bracing them high on the wall, he swung the long auburn hair over Remy's right shoulder so that the boy's narrow back was completely exposed. His hands trailed downward to cup the firm backside in front of him.

Pushing a finger between the two cheeks, Jake felt the tight hole and massaged it. He pressed a bit and heard a hiss of pain come from the boy. "Mmm. The rod, this time?" Jake looked over Remy's shoulder and waited for an answer.

"Oui. Still hur's." A pained reply.

Jake kissed Remy's shoulder and then moved to wrap both arms around the thin stomach. "I know. You'll feel better when it's all done, though. How far did he have to go this time? Were you a good boy?"

"All de way up. In de tip, too. He restrain Remy an' tell him it be alright, but it hur' s' much." Remy's voice was even more pained and kept in a whisper.

Jake's expression softened and his tone dropped into a sympathetic manner. "You know he has to do it, don't you? I know it hurts to have that much electricity in such sensitive places, but if it gets rid of the scar tissue, he has to do it."

Remy turned around and looked into Jake's eyes. A feeling of understanding eminated from the older man. "Jake please, after t'nigh', Remy is done, oui? Don' wan' t' go back t' Xavier. Don' wan' nobody else. Xavier- he try t' split Remy in two wit' dese t'ings. Make Remy walk an' sit, and sleep wit' dem in. Please?" Tears fell down his cheeks as he hugged the older man.

"Okay, baby. You're done. How many more treatments?" Jake asked, holding Remy close.

Remy looked up at Jake. "Trois. Y' go wit' me, nex' time? Feel better if y' dere, holdin Remy's han'."

Jake thought for a minute before answering. "We'll see." Giving the young man a reassuring smile and grabbing a wired sponge from the wall-mounted plastic shelf, behind Remy. He held it up to Remy and waited for the youth to turn around again. He turned around and wet the sponged part of the instrument before turning back around, kneeling, and telling Remy to spread his legs.

The sponge was a tube-shaped piece that was an inch wide and three inches long, and rounded at the end. The handle to it was a long, thin white wire that was looped around at the end and twisted back up, through the sponge part. A safe soap was dabbed onto the tip and worked into the sponge, before it was inserted into Remy's tight channel.

Remy hissed and gasped as the sponge was slid deeply into him. Jake was talking to him, soothing him as the sponge moved inside him. Spinning and being pulled out and then back in again. It almost felt good, that is, better than a 8 inch long and 1½ inch wide, cold, metal cylinder-shaped rod with rounded tip andctrictricity. He loved when Jake was gentle enough to clean him, and understand his pain.

Jake took slow strokes as he worked the sponge deeper and deeper into Remy. Hearing the moans and gasps from the younger man was enough to drive him insane. He removed the sponge and listened to Remy's hushed gasps and cringes. He stood up and rinsed the sponge off before returning it to the shelf and picking up, what looked like an oversized eyedropper, and filled it with water. "Shhh, almost done." Jake soothed as he gently eased the plastic tip into the channel and squeezed the end to let the water out. Sliding the dropper out and letting the soapwater drip from the channel, he kissed Remy's shoulder again and whispered that they were done and could take their showers now.

Remy turned around, slowly and kissed Jake, passionately, before pulling him close. "Merci, mon amour."

"Mm. Does this hurt, too?" Jake tapped the side of Remy's very erect shaft.

"Oui. Hur' t' go t' de bat'room." Remy flinched.

Showing some concern, Jake nodded in understanding.


TBC.......