Winter of Our Discontent

Chapter 3

Remy looked over at Logan's sleeping form, the smile still
present on
his lips since dinner. He kept replaying the words Logan had spoken
to him in the restaurant.
" I think maybe I love you too, Gumbo. Think maybe I have for a
while."
His heart began to race. He smiled more. Sitting up on the bed he
moved to sit cross-legged so that he had a better view of the one he
loved. Remy had wanted to sleep with Logan, wanted to hold him and
tell him that he loved him too. With all his heart…
Remy reached out his hand as if to caress Logan's cheek. Though
he
was too far to touch the sleeping man he traced the outline of
Logan's face with his fingertips committing every curve and angle
to
memory. He wanted to feel Logan's skin under his fingertips, feel
the
stubble and slide the thick hair of his sideburns between his
fingers. He wanted to bury his face in the wild hair that seemed
never to be tamed. Remy wanted to lay his head against Logan's
chest
and listen to his heartbeat, to fall asleep to the rhythm that was
Logan. He wanted to do all of those things but instead he just smiled
at Logan, finished his dinner and crawled into bed thinking on how
much he loved that man.
Logan had not pressed him or asked for anything in response to his
declaration. Remy was relieved. He was afraid to tell Logan that he
loved him. He was afraid that Logan told him he loved him because of
his empathy and how it helped calm the Wolverine. He wanted nothing
more than for Logan to love him. He had cared the man for so long
now. He felt protective of him. Wanting to keep him from being hurt,
wanting to take away his pain. When had he fallen in love with Logan?
When Remy though on it he realized it was the day he met him, the
moment he saw the light that was Logan.
He moved off the bed silently, lowering himself to the floor beside
the sleeping man. Again, he traced the outline of that magnificent
face with his fingertips. " Whataya doin' kid?" Logan was looking at the boy who seemed to be in trance passing his hand over his face. " Rem?" He asked again. "
Whataya doin'? You all right?" His voice showing concern now.
" I fine Cher, just lookin' at ya is all." Logan sat up and took
Remy's hand in his and held it. "Rem?" Remy brought his other hand up and placed it against Logan's cheek. "You beautiful Cher." He whispered, fingertips stroking stubbled
skin "…so beautiful." Logan snorted. " Can't say I know anyone who would agree with ya kid, no one ever called this old man beautiful" Remy frowned.
" Dey, jus aint never looked is all. And, you aint old, you just got
an old soul.

Logan pulled the boy up onto the bed and brought his hand to
Remy's cheek making sure he was looking at him.
" Remy, I've been here a long, long time, hell I'm old
enough…" Remy placed his fingers on Logan's lips.
"Chere, don matter to me how long you been walkin' round down
here. Years, dey mean nothin. When Remy was a chile, Mattie tol' him
dat he got an old soul. Made no difference dat Remy only been here a little
while, his soul been walkin' in de light for a long, long time.
Gotta say dat I was more den a little afraid on hearin dat, yeah? But den
Mattie, she told Remy dat he gonna meet another old soul. Dat old
souls dey find each other, dey be drawn to each other. She said
don' know when de meetin will take place but Remy'll know. De soul
shine so bright ya won' be able ta miss it, Mattie said. " Remy cupped
Logan's face with both of his hands. "Dats what I see when I look
at you, Logan. Saw it the first time I met you. I see brightness and
light. You are beautiful. Don' let no one tell you different."

Logan just stared at him, tears threatening to fall. "I love you
Remy" He managed to choke out.

Remy pressed his fingers to his own lips and then placed them on
Logan's. He pressed against him until he was laying back on the
bed and then climbed in beside him, his fingers tangling in Logan's
hair,loving the feel of it between his fingers and his head laying against
his chest listening to the rhythmic beat of the man's heart. Remy
was content, a feeling that he had not experienced in a long time. He was
not afraid or alone any more. He was with someone he loved and who
loved him back. Closing his eyes he pressed his body to Logan's,
wanting to be connected with him as much as possible.
"I love you, Old Soul" He whispered as drifted into a blissful sleep