Second Chances

Remy woke some time in the night and watched Bobby sleep. His mind replayed the few hours of events as he slipped quietly from the bed and got dressed. He had spent the better part of an hour teaching Bobby the joys of felatio, reveling that his student caught on quickly. As Remy demonstrated, he smirked as Bobby had been so amazed that Remy had mastered the art at making Bobby come twice in under five minutes. The felatio was the easy part of the courting, the full sex was proving to be the hard part.

Exiting the bedroom, with his sneakers in one hand, Remy paused at the front door after hearing a small whimper come from the bedroom. After waiting a moment for any other movement or sound, Remy quietly opened the door and slipped out of the flat. He paused, again, just outside of the door to slip on his sneakers and smile a cheerful "hello" as the neighbour upstairs from Bobby had come down for an early morning jog in the park. He didn't bother tieing them but left the laces hanging out so they clicked and tapped on the cement stairs as he went. Hurrying softly down the stairs, Remy's mind was back at work of the events of the previous night.

Bobby was tight but Remy had used plenty of lotion so that he didn't harm the other man other than the initial entry. Easing himself gently in, he began kissing Bobby's neck and collarbone while Bobby had managed to remove the hairband from Remy's ponytail and spread the auburn locks to run his fingers through. Once Remy started his pace, Bobby fisted his fingers into Remy's hair as if telling Remy to move slower, in which he complied.

Remy watched carefully what he was doing and searched for any signs of halting in Bobby's expressions. So far, Bobby had been okay with what was happening but paused when Remy offered to be the guinnea pig. Pulling out of Bobby and readying him, Remy placed himself on the bed and spread his legs for the other man.

Bobby took a moment to stare at Remy's toned body as the younger man lay there on the bed, waiting. During their previous time of playing and perusing each other's body, he had noticed that Remy really worked on his body to keep it looking well-toned. It was one thing to stare at Remy but it was something else entirely to actually explore his body, hands on. Shaking, Bobby positioned himself above Remy and let Remy guide him into Remy's equally tight channel. "Are you normally a top?"

"Oui." Remy flinched at the push in. "Had my experiences at being de bottom, as well." Feeling Bobby's cautiousness, Remy reached up and grabbed Bobby's hips to steady him. "You won't hurt me, cher. And, I don't break easily. Start off slow, den go faster, if you want."

Bobby glided in and out of Remy's body like a knife slicing through butter. Once, he had stopped himself from coming and Remy merely hushed him into thinking it was alright with Remy if he came. He had never felt this way with a woman, and his previous girlfriend had never been this inventive in bed to let him try it.

As Bobby moved inside him, Remy closed his eyes and arched his back while masterbating himself. Bobby watched. Remy looked so angelic as he stroked himself to Bobby's rhythm. He could feel Remy start to tighten up for release and only paced himself faster, wanting to please Remy. When Bobby finally came, he was panting in tune with Remy, who had also come, and kissed the other man in passion.

The feeling of having someone else inside him gave Remy a new thought as to why Alex never wanted to leave him. Alex had been experienced enough not to be a complete virgin but he had always told Remy that he had no desire to be anything else than Remy's lover. Now that Remy had known what it felt like to have someone inside of him, he knew that he couldn't be reckless with Bobby like he was with Alex. Having casual sex was not something Remy was good at. He had no intention of stringing Bobby along, yet also didn't want to get into a relationship with someone he had just met and screwed in the same night.

The sun was coming up and it was mostly light out when Remy made it home. Closing the front door and setting his keys down on the countre, Remy brewed himself some fresh coffee and headed up to shower and change clothes. Removing his clothes and turning the water on, Remy explored himself for the remains of their play. Dabbing two fingers into his tight entrance, he flinched at the wetness his fingertips had retrieved. With one foot propped up on the toilet lid and the other balancing him, he stared at his slick fingers and thought back to when he would actually let someone else top him. He had never let Alex--.... Alex..... do anything like top him. Scott had wanted to but never got the chance.

He sighed and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind him. The hot spray of the water hit his chest and woke him from his daze. His eyes stared at Alex's picture, on the wall, as he soaped his body and washed all of the slick surfaces. After the third soaping and hard scrubbing of his body, Remy started on his hair.

His eyes closed as he remembered the feel of Bobby's strong fingers running through and entwining themselves in his long auburn hair. A heavy sigh as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair and reached for the conditioner. His movements slowed and then paused as he found himself lost in the sensations of the night. "Tu es gans la merde, Remy!" Finishing his shower and grabbing the towel from the rack, just outside of the shower, beside the toilet, Remy dried off and slipped on some clean boxers before heading down for some coffee.

Placing the coffee mug on the coaster, on the small table beside the sofa, Remy turned on the television and switched to the news channel for the day's headlines. The air conditioner kicked on and sent a chill through Remy. As the woman newsanchor talked about panics in the Middle East, Remy decided to pay more attention to his coffee than the television. Sipping on the hot liquid, he checked the clock on the cable box before getting up to peer out the window at Logan's driveway, where Logan was loading up the kids to spend a few days with their grandparents.

It was almost 9 o'clock already and he hadn't even had a good night's sleep yet. He yawned and decided to take a short nap before possibly going to the office for a few hours. Turning off the television and setting his cup down on the countre, by the coffee pot, Remy headed upstairs to lay down.

Not bothering to get under the covers, or grab an extra blanket, Remy lay there on his side and stared at the open bathroom door. Curling his legs underneath him and wrapping his arms about his middle, the sobs started. He had gone six months without crying and now, it seems, he couldn't stop himself. Quiet, wet sobs lulled him to sleep as he pictured seeing Alex laying beside him on the bed, soothing him.

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Remy had slept the entire day away. He would have slept through the night but his shivering woke him at around 8:30. It was dark in the house, save for the glow of the one nightlight, in the hall at the top of the stairs. Sitting up and shivering again, he scoot to the end of the bed and padded over to his long, nine-drawer dresser and dug out an old pair of jeans to wear. He wanted a cigarette and like Hell if he was going to be arrested for indecent exposure while sitting on his front step, smoking. The jeans were more loose than what he remembered but then, he hadn't really been eating right the last couple of months.

Making his way downstairs to grab his smokes and heated up cup of coffee, Remy checked his cell phone that he had placed in a kitchen drawer. No calls but his medication beeper had gone off twice already and was a few minutes off from beeping again for his bedtime pills. He left the phone sitting on the countre, not really caring if it went off or not.

He shook the clear red lighter in his hand and found it empty. Sighing, Remy made his way over to the far left drawer, of the kitchen countre, feeling his way to another lighter and testing it before settling on it. Not bothering to turn on any kind of light, he made his way to the front door and opened it. Pulling the door closed behind him and sitting down on the step, Remy lit up as he stared over at Logan's darkened porch. The light inside the house was on but Logan wasn't visible in the front room.

Clouds overhead rolled in and rumbled softly, as if informing Remy of its pending rain. Looking up, he noticed that, though it was dark, the dark gray clouds had gathered more heavily than that afternoon. He shrugged at the tiny drops that started to fall and only turned his head to look over at his car that still sat in the driveway and took another drag of his smoke.

In an odd spark of thought, Remy had an idea while he finished his smoke and snubbed it out. He stood up and went back inside, emerging from the raising garage door and turning the driveway light on, with a bucket, soap and big yellow sponge. Tossing the sponge down on the ground, in the middle of the garage, next to the bucket, he poured a copius puddle of soap into the bottom of the bucket and then went around to the side of the house for water, out of the garden hose.

The rain pounded harder as Remy started his task of washing his car. First, he filled the bucket and placed it just inside the garage's cover, and then sprayed the car with the garden hose. He had been about 20 minutes into washing the hood of the car when someone with a deep, gravely voice spoke to him.

"You missed a spot on the roof, Cajun." Logan stopped at the back left taillight. With a cigar in his left hand and an open beerbottle in his right, he skeptically watched as the Cajun carried on his task with hardly an upwards glance to his visitor.

Remy shrugged and moved to soap his sponge in the soapy water before starting on the other side of the hood. "Dat all you gonna say?"

"Nope." Logan took another sip of his beer and watched Remy scrub the hood of his car. "Washin' it at 3A.M. wasn't cuttin' it? You wanted to get a jump on the 'Nutcase of the Block' Award?" He moved around to the front of the car for a better view of his strange neighbour.

Remy sighed heavily and stopped what he was doing, leaning against the side of the car with his hands. "Jus' tryin to keep it clean, homme." When he finally looked up at Logan, he noted that Logan's expression was one that assumed Remy was falling off his hinges. "No munchkins, huh?"

Logan took another puff of his cigar and offered Remy his beer before answering. "At their grandparents for a few days."

Taking the offered sip and handing it back to Logan, Remy nodded.

"Somethin buggin ya, Cajun?" Logan scrunched his nose as he looked up at the rain that came down in a steady fashion.

Remy didn't look up at his neighbour, only shrugged and offered a short, "non."

Logan sniffed but didn't say anything. He could tell there was some resistance with what Remy was saying, or not saying, but knew better than to press things with his boss's son. He watched as Remy bent over to scrub the right headlight in frustration. Another puff of his cigar and a glance at his almost empty beer, he had an idea. Taking the cigar out of his mouth to finish off the beer, he strolled back over to his own front door and went inside, emerging a moment later with the rest of the six pack of beer and heading over to his odd neighbour's house.

Remy had finished soaping and scrubbing the car and was now rinsing it off, standing at the front of the car.

"You gonna try and dry it now, too?"

Remy moved to one side of the car and continued spraying as he nonchalantly watched Logan head for the open garage with a package under his right arm. "Is dere a point?" He looked up at the rain that continued to fall but had lightened up.

"Guess not." Logan found two folding chairs and set them both up to face the car before sitting down in one and reaching for a beer. "C'mon, have a sit."

Continuing his task of rinsing, he finished and carried the hose back around to the side of the house to shut off the water. When he returned, the hose was gone from his hand and he sat down in the empty chair, next to Logan, with a huff and accepted the offered beer.


Continued.