I'm Just The Paper Boy

NOTES: Thank you to Esprit for helping me continue this story. You are truly amazing!!!!
DISCLAIMERS: The X-Men do not belong to me. I do not sell, trade or purchase fics. Strictly for entertainment. Marvel and 20th Century Fox hold all the rights. The others in the story, and the scenario is of my own creation.


It had been an exciting few weeks teasing Logan and feeling the rush of heat coming off the older man as Remy was scantily clad in a small deep purple speedo, lounging about the back patio before dipping into the pool. The houses behind and to the left of Logan were both empty, and the house to the right was away at work. Not that someone seeing him would have mattered due to the 7 foot tall block wall around the backyard. Remy sighed contently before slipping off the speedo and swimming two quick laps before Logan joined him on the steps. The feel of the cool water moving around his naked body, and the sight of Logan standing on the first step, made him excited. "Care to join, Logan?"

Logan watched Remy tread water in the deep end of the wide pool and shook his head, letting his feet nudge at the cool water. "I, uuh, got some things to take care of away from the house so you'll have it to yerself this afternoon. I should be back around dinner time. Just lettin ya know." He waved his hand in gesture that he was leaving and turned to go before Remy swam back to the shallow end of the pool.

"All right. I'll have dinner ready when you come back, non?"

Logan paused when he reached the sliding glass door. A glance behind him told him that Remy had a little more than dinner planned for Logan's return. Remembering one last detail, Logan turned around and held up a brown padded envelope, "By the by, you got mail. See ya tonight." Setting the envelope down on the kitchen table, Logan hurried out the front door and into his vehicle.

It had spiked Remy's curiosity about what he had received so, he got out of the pool and dried off with the towel Logan had left a bit closer to the pool, and made his way to the glass door. Drying his hair with the towel, he stared at the label on the front of the envelope; both addresses were typed. The return address had been typed in red bold lettering: Talent On The Rise Auditions. A lump formed in Remy's throat as he picked it up and turned it over to open it.

Opening the flap, Remy peered inside and found a CD case with a note attached. Remy dumped the items onto the table and scooped up the folded piece of paper.

Remy,

As requested, here is the original
copy of your audition for our company.
We have enjoyed doing business
with you and will continue to be
open to your return.

Sincerely,

M. Danning
Secretary

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Snatching the disk up, Remy headed back to his room, not bothering to close the door, and slid the disk into the DVD player. He propped himself up, against the headboard of the bed, and hit play on the remote. The memory of that evening was clearer than the resolution on the disk and seeing himself talking to someone off camera was bringing it all back to him.

Remy sat outside the door, still frantically reading over the lines he was given. He needed this to go well. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down; it wasn't going to do him any good to be nervous in front of the casting director.

The lines seemed a little cheesy, but he wasn't going to complain too much. Maybe he could try to put a more realistic spin on the words. He'd seen worse writing... but if it was horribly acted, it would seem like porn material. He glanced up at the clock every now and again. With how late it was getting, he was probably going to be the last audition of the day.

The door to Remy's right opened and the last auditioner left without a notion to Remy. A voice came from inside the darkened room, "Next!" The man in shades sat casually in his director's chair and waited for the last read of the day.

Remy cleared his throat and went into the room, raising an eyebrow at how dark the room was. "Don' y' need de lights, monsieur?" he asked by the doorway so he could flip the lights on if needed. The room was going to be black as pitch when he closed the door.

A light flashed on over a table and chair, and a voice was telling him to move along. The director sat up straight in his chair and licked his lips.

"D'accord," he said and hurried to the front of the room and stood in the light. "Hello, monsieur. I'm Remy Le Beau." He wanted to offer his hand, but it didn't seem like the man was very interested in pleasantries.

"Hello, Remy. How are you feeling, today?" The director was eager to hear the handsome young man speak again.

"Excellent," he smiled, glad that he was asked an ice-breaker. "Yourself?" he asked, to be courteous.

The director smiled at the young man's politeness. "I'm well, thank you. Tell me, what do you do? Why are you here?"

"Let's just say I have a diverse resume at de moment," he smiled. "I'm here because acting is somethin' I've always been good at, it's just..." he bit his lip a little. "Somethin' I never had de courage for 'til now." Remy looked at the director, noting his shades in a dark room, and maintained eye contact with him as he removed his own. He leaned out of the light a little, his eyes flashing red for the barest moment before he looked away from the director.

"How old are you, Remy?" Scott had a few other hopefuls in mind but Remy was becoming a quick runner-up. Being that the age he called for was between 18 and 30, he thought Remy was a bit young looking. Leaning forward, he happened to catch a red glint but didn't think much of it as the young man was so beautiful.

"Twenty-three, monsieur." He tried to keep his gaze close to approaching his, but far enough away to not draw attention to his eyes.

"Good, good," Scott whispered to himself. "Would you like to act out a scene with me?"

"S' why I'm here," Remy smiled brightly. He didn't expect much interaction from the director, but it would be easier to play off of someone than to have to imagine his partner's acting skills.

Scott stood up and came closer to his hopeful. "In this scene, your character, Kyle, is getting a meal ready for his lover, who is on his way home from work. His lover, Neil, comes up behind him and starts to romance Kyle." He was patting himself on the back for thinking of an interaction with Remy, whereas he only watched and guided the other hopefuls.

"Right," Remy nodded and glanced at the paper with the lines on it to refresh his memory again. Letting it drop to the floor beside him, he approached the table and after a moment's pause to indicate scene opening, he mimed making a rue on a stove. He thought he might smile with thoughts of his lover and he swayed his hips a little.

Scott paused, just off set, and watched Remy move around the impromptu set. He waited for Remy to move towards the table before making his move, patting the tube of gel and condom that waited in his right pants pocket. As Scott watched the young man move about the scene, the back of his mind tapped at him to remember his real lover, who had never let him play out his naughty thoughts in their bedroom. He quickly dismissed the thought as Remy stood over the table, with his back to Scott.

Taking his cue, Scott stepped into the light and put his arms around the slender waist, pressing himself against Remy's back. Remy had gotten into his private little dance maybe a bit too much because he was genuinely surprised to feel someone press against his back. He smiled and ground his hips back to his stage-lover. "Neil, cher... I didn't expect y' for another half hour." He was a little perplexed but hopeful at the erection he felt in the other man's pants.

Scott smiled. "Well, my love, I've been thinking about you all day and couldn't concentrate so, I took off early. Hope you don't mind." Scott moved a hand stealthily down to the belt Remy wore and began to unfastened it, hoping Remy would chalk it up to the scene and not so much his own lust for the young man.

Remy took in a surprised breath that he hoped sounded sexier than he felt as the director started to open his pants. He felt a tremor go through his body and he leaned more heavily back on the stranger, more for support than as part of the scene. "Mmm... lucky f' you dis needs to simmer," he smirked, trying to get into the role. He had been attracted to men for a long time, but this was his first intimate encounter. It was actually part of the reason Remy took the audition in the first place-- he wanted to get to know masculine intimacy from someone who knew what they were doing. It seemed like the director probably knew... he just wasn't quite ready for it to happen *today*. He had been thinking that he'd get to that after he was introduced to his costar.

Scott reveled in Remy pressing back against him. He began kissing Remy's neck and hurrying to shuck the pants down. His left hand moved to unfasten his own khakis before switching hands to retrieve the gel and condom from his pocket. Thinking not to disturb the role too much, he figured it best to ask his partner, rather than just thrusting himself onto an unsuspecting actor, "Remy, would you like to complete this scene, for me?" Leaning back and stopping a moment, he waited for the answer.

The kissing at his neck was really nice and it made his heart flutter a little in his chest. The flutter became harder, then the muscle jumped into his throat when his pants were removed and he was completely exposed. He hadn't been expecting to get naked today, but he supposed if he wasn't ready now, he wouldn't get the part. Similarly for the rest of it, he was pretty sure, so he nodded to the director's question. "No foreplay?" he whispered. Between lovers with an established relationship, he was sure one might come home to shove his cock home... but Remy knew that he liked a little preparation before any kind of sex-- to say nothing of the unexplored territory the director was thinking about. He wasn't erect, but he wasn't completely flaccid. It helped that he felt sexy under the hands of the director, but he was sure it wasn't enough to make the taking of his cherry an easy obstacle.

A wicked grin passed over Scott and he leaned closer to move his hands lightly up, under Remy's T-shirt, stopping at the tiny buds that quickly pearled in his fingertips. While his hands worked the nipples, Scott lifted the material of the shirt up off of Remy, exposing Remy's sculpted torso. "Mmm, love the long hair, my boy." With one hand, Scott reached up and slipped the longish auburn hair out of the holder and tossed the band aside. His next move was to trail kisses across Remy's broad shoulder while his left hand slid down to touch Remy's manhood.

Remy's moans grew as Scott's hands played over him. It was really good to feel strong, calloused hands on his body-- strong, calloused *experienced* hands. When Scott touched his growing stiffness, he took in such a surprised breath that he had to grip Scott behind him. He found a bare hip and god, that was exciting. Thoughts of the camera recording him and the... unorthodox nature of the job interview became fewer and farther in between, but the thought still sent a tingle through his body that oddly complemented his arousal.

"Relax. Just relax. You're doing marvelous," Scott whispered into Remy's ear. He continued to stroke Remy and kiss his shoulder before moving on to the young man's shoulderblade and hip.

Remy felt like he couldn't stop shaking, even after the soothing words were delivered by the director. He worked his hips against the man again, feeling his hardness settle in between his cheeks before he started to move down his body. Maybe his trembling would be masked if he kept moving sexily.

Inhaling the scent of Remy's clean skin, Scott stared at two mounds of soft, pink flesh and brought his mouth closer to nibble at the crack before dipping his tongue just inside. "Mm, so perfect," he whispered and dipped his tongue in again.

A surprised shout came out of Remy at the wet contact and he spread his legs a little farther, liking the feeling. What was happening to him that he was willing to let this unfamiliar man just *have* him? The thought was a momentary flash that was blotted out by the second, slightly deeper intrusion into his crack. "Please...." he whimpered, and he didn't know what he was asking for. Would the man really give him such dirty pleasure?

Scott paused a moment and looked up at Remy's back. "Please what? Would you like me to stop? I don't want to make my stars uncomfortable for my picture." He secretly hoped the young man would let him continue his probing. Scott was finding it more and more adventurous to be a casting director than an accountant.

"Please... more," Remy whimpered. His hips undulated instinctively, opening himself more to Scott.

"Very well." The smirk on Scott's face became all the more wicked as he tilted his head and let his tongue run up, between the warm crack. Using both hands, he gently spread the two cheeks and let the tip of his tongue probe at the tight ring of muscle he desperately wanted entrance to. Gathering some saliva in his mouth, he spit and let the moisture hit the tight hole before prodding it with his left index finger.

"Dieu!" Remy shouted, surprised and overwhelmed. He flung one leg up on the table in front of him so he could grant Scott easier access to him and god, now he wanted everything. He was hard and dripping onto the tabletop.

Scott let his tongue work at the tight hole while he tore open the condom package and placed it around his seeping erection. None of his other flings had managed to resist his building up, not even his current lover. One last lick around the hole and he turned his attention to the gel that he was now applying to the latex. As he stood up, he took in the sight of the young man in passion and pressed himself up against Remy, holding his erection at Remy's entrance. "Have you done this sort of audition, before, Remy?" he whispered, reaching around to stroke Remy's hardness as he asked.

Remy's entrance winked at Scott as his tongue played with him sending him so high, he could have orgasmed, but he managed hold of himself. He wanted to still be aroused when the director penetrated him. At the question, Remy swallowed. Was he that obviously a virgin? Nervously, he managed out a breathy, "Course I have."

Scott took a moment to catch his breath before slipping himself carefully in. He kissed and nipped at Remy's shoulder as the amount of gel made it easy for him to move in a little faster.

Remy let out a long, loud moan as he was opened. The intrusion felt so intense, on a knife's edge of painful, slipping so easily from one side to the other. He panted hard and willed himself to loosen up, but he didn't know how successful he was. "Basais," he whispered under his breath and tried to control how tightly his palms gripped the surface of the table.

Scott took that as a sign to move a little faster. Remy's body was deliciously tight and well-oiled with gel that in the heat of passion, he increased his speed without realizing it. He forced the younger man to bend over more and grabbed a slender hip to leverage himself better. He was so into the scene that it wasn't long before he felt himself tighten up for orgasm. He wanted the moment to last but it was becoming unbearable.

"Cher..." Remy whispered, craning his head back to look at Scott. "Kiss me," he begged.

Scott was taken off guard for the request but did as he was asked. Remy's lips tasted sweet and soft and his tongue ventured out to lick at the soft flesh before requesting entrance.

The intrusion was becoming less and less painful, hitting places inside him that he never knew ached to be touched. Scott's lips on his own made him clench a little tighter and the man barely had to ask for entrance with his tongue before Remy's own was out seeking it. The hot glide of soft, wet tongue over his own gave him such a thrill that his hips moved again, tightening his muscles and relaxing them, making him want to come so badly.

Scott took the sensations from Remy as a good sign. Wrapping a hand around Remy's erection while keeping Remy's mouth busy, Scott stroked the younger man in tempo with his own thrusts. He wondered, in the back of his mind, what he was doing. He was taking a young, handsome man for the ride of his life and wasn't thinking twice about his lover awaiting him at home. Stroking faster and claiming the mouth a bit rougher, Scott thrust in deeper, wanting release, whether he had permission or not.

Remy moaned into Scott's mouth as he was treated with less care; it was exhilarating. Scott stroking his hardness along with his thrusts just made the whole thing that much less bearable and Remy found his control slipping, his whole body tensing with the build to climactic pleasure. He grunted hard into Scott’s mouth as his orgasm hit him full force, drowning him in sensation.

Breaking the kiss, Scott focused on his own orgasm; should he pull out, or remain intact? Within seconds, he had his answer. Grabbing Remy's hips and shoving himself deeper, Scott came with pulsating force. He moaned and panted hard as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, slowing his ministrations. "Oh god, that was excellent."

"Thanks," Remy panted with a smile.

As Scott removed himself, he caught himself almost saying his lover's name. Sweeping up a handful of Remy's hair in his left hand, Scott wiped a finger on his right hand, through Remy's juice. Sucking on the finger, he let Remy turn around and catch his breath. "You're welcome, Remy." Scott eyed the man's beauty and kissed Remy on the cheek. "How would you like to reread for me, over lunch? Say, next week?"

Remy gathered in a lungful of air and let it out slowly, smiling at his first experience. The request for lunch threw him a little. "I... uh... I'd love to...." he said. He figured that regardless of whether he got the part, it couldn't hurt to keep a good relationship with this man. Maybe he'd be good for a future part. And in the mean-time, he was sure the man would make use of Remy's willingness as a partner. Maybe his relationship with him would make other appearances on camera... less awkward. He didn't know if his face was red already, but feeling a renewed flush, Remy asked inclining his head toward the camera, "Would it be possible to... get a copy of dat?".

Remembering where they were, Scott glanced over at the camera and smiled. "No problem." Tender touches to his own stomach sparked something more inside Scott. "If you need anything else, please give me a call." Bending over to reach into his back pocket of his khakis, he pulled out a business card with his personal phone number on it. When he stood up again, he noticed the boy's eyes, "Wow. Very nice."

"Um... thanks," Remy mumbled averting his eyes. "Will dat... be a problem?" He wondered if he should have come here and done this for the millionth time. His father had warned him. He accepted the card and searched for his own clothing that had somehow removed itself during the filming.

Scott thought that the young man took the tossed aside complement as a personal rejection and quickly corrected himself. Taking the boy's arms gently, he forced Remy to look at him. "I mean, they are gorgeous to look at. You are a heavenly creature, Remy. I bet you have guys lining up to be with you."

Remy didn't want to tell him that he was his first-- mostly because that would contradict his earlier statement of this *not* being his first time. "Wid a name like Le Diable Blanc, can't say as I agree wid 'heavenly'... but I got plenty of takers anyway," he smiled. "Guess I'm just askin' if it's a problem for de production... seein' as broader audiences may not like de demon bad-boy." He smiled charmingly while he adjusted his pants around his hips and fastened them.

"Oh, no, my boy. It only makes you more irresistible." A wicked grin returned to Scott's expression before he cautiously eased in and carefully kissed the Cajun's mouth for one last taste. "I think you have everything you need to get along with this production. What do you think?"

"I think I'd be good for you... de production," he clarified with a shy smile. Regardless... he had kind of gotten what he wanted. An increase in his paycheck would be a nice bonus though.

Remy shook himself out of his daze and noticed that the screen had gone to blue, indicating that the disk was done playing and placed itself on standby mode. Stopping and shutting off his player and television, Remy got up and hurried into the shower. He felt dirty but not from the pool. He had been used but had come to love the casting director who had given him such pleasure in the short time they had been together. He had wondered how Logan would have handled the situation, seeing as how Remy paraded himself around the older man well enough for something to happen.

To be continued.....