BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

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CHAPTER 4

Remy was bending over the engine of some old piece of junk when he heard footsteps from the outside of the garage. Someone entered and a husky greeting soon filled the air.

"Good morning."

The mechanic's heart started hammering in his chest hearing that voice. He took a deep breath and finally turned around to face the newcomer. Logan looked exactly the same as that day when he saw him for the first time, dressed in blue jeans with a belt and white T-shirt. Remy swallowed loudly and Logan grinned seeing his embarrassment. Remy stiffened when Logan moved closer and almost fainted when the man started to take of his shirt.

Remy felt his erection tenting the front of his trousers but there was nothing he could do about it. He was rooted to the spot against the car and totally paralyzed. Logan got closer not taking his eyes off Remy's. Cajun's heart was beating faster and faster with Logan's every step until he felt a hard thigh pressing at his weeping cock. He couldn't stand it any longer and threw his arms around Logan's strong neck to pull himself as close as possible to the manly body of James Howlett. He's emotions were ready to explode even before his dick and he was almost on the verge of tears. He buried his burning face between Logan's neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply this incredibly arousing smell that he had found on Logan's jacket. He woke up in his own bed, covered with sweat and cum.

After realizing the crushing truth he closed his eyes and for a moment longer basked in the afterglow of his own orgasm, trying desperately to store in his memory every image and every detail of the dream.

After taking a long relaxing shower Remy decided to no never think about that weird dream ever again, but… It was not as easy as he hoped it would be. It was the same when he tried not to think about Logan. He concentrated on 'not thinking' so hard that he only thought about it even more. Besides, when he refused to think about it, it was causing this unreasonable longing feeling…. It was hopeless. Remy was restless. He couldn't sit still, he didn't know what the fuck was going on in his head and he was constantly pissed.

He picks on everyone in sight looking for a fight, just to get off some steam. He also asks about Logan.

He tried to be very subtle about it. He didn't want to look like some stalker or seem nosy. It didn't work. Some people still found his interest suspicious (if not weird). That made his 'looking for a fight' mission much easier and left him with a split lip while his opponent left sporting a blue eye. Remy felt victorious but not satisfied. Once again he ended up in somebar having one beer too many. That's when he fished Logan's lighter from his pocket. He hoisted it in his car during the searching. It was old an scratched but had a nice picture on the front. Remy wondered what kind of animal was that… It looked like a cross of a bear and a weasel… another mystery! Why nothing about that man just couldn't be easy? It was very frustrating.

He wanted to go to Logan's house to give him his stupid lighter back. He didn't mean to steal it! But he chickened out and didn't dare to even come close to the porch. After two hours of looking at Logan's door from his hiding he finally decided to knock only to find that nobody's home.

His drunken mind told him that Logan most probably went to visit his daughter and his feet just took him there in no time. He knew that it was Logan's parents in law house so he fixed his tangled hair and brushed some mud from his knees. Maybe he should go and change first? He was all dirty after the stupid fight… But there was no time for that because just before he managed leave he saw Marie coming back from God knows where, alone – meaning without Logan.

"Remy, hi! What are you doing here?"

She was still blushing while talking to him but he was too drunk to notice.

"Hi… um… Marry…" That killed the blush FOREVER. Marie would never admit out loud that her father was right but this guy really WAS fucking irritating.

"It's Marie."

"Right… that's what I said, chère."

"Sure you did."

"I was just… wondering… if…"

Marie's ears perked up. Was he trying to ask her out? Maybe he wasn't all that bad after all. Anyone could make a mistake with a name like that…. She always knew Logan was exaggerating!

"…if Logan was here.."

Or maybe he actually was absolutely right for once!

"No he's not here, but I was with him just now. I think he went to the mall to get some beer. He should still be there if you hurry."

Remy's happy smile almost made her swoon but just almost. This boy was a devil…

"Merci, chère!"

He did hurry, as fast as he could on his bike in intoxicated state. When he had gotten there he found Logan with a six pack of beer trying on some sunglasses. He walked up to him to appreciate the view.

"They look good on you, mon ami. You should take them."

Logan saw him in the mirror so without a word he put the glasses back on the stand and left to pay for the beer. Remy grabbed the glasses and run to another check-out. He bought the shades and tried to catch up with the older man. Seeing that Logan hurried even more and bumped into some woman in a doorway. Remy scowled at the scene. The woman started flirting with Logan and he was indulging her shamelessly, driving Remy nuts! His hand itched to hit something (or someone) and his legs moved on their own accord.

"Logan, mon ami, your daughter said you would be here!"

The word 'daughter' was like a bucket of cold water for the woman and she immediately left with a strained smile and unhidden disappointment. Logan simply left not sparing even one glance at the mechanic. He just got to his car and drove off with Remy still close on his tail. He slammed the door right into Remy's face so the boy used the doorbell.

"Nobody's home!" He heard in answer and mistook it for invitation. He walked in and without trouble found his way around to the kitchen where Logan was just putting the beer into the fridge.

"Hi!"

Logan ignored him completely and picked up some magazine from the table. He was turning the pages pretending that he was reading.

"You are not very hospitable, mon ami, you know that?"

Logan, not taking his eyes off the magazine, moved to the living room, where he sat on the couch in front of the TV while Remy simply ploped down beside him. Logan picked up the remote and switched through the channels.

"Are you going to ignore Remy, mon ami? Don't you think it's a bit childish? You probably think that you can bore me with the news and I'll leave. Well, I won't, so you can switch to something more interesting…."

Remy stretched and put his long legs onto the coffee table. He looked comfortable enough to believe that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Logan's eyes traveled from the kid's boots to his slim shins, perky knees and muscled thighs clad in tight black jeans… The kid had really nice legs and he wasn't easy to ignore but Logan was determined to keep his resolve. Every time he tried to tell the kid off it had an opposite effect so ignoring him would work for sure. He just had to last long enough.

And then the phone rang.

"Hey, Logan, aren't you going to get that?"

Logan decided to ignore the phone along with the kid.

"Are you sure, mon ami? It may be your daughter…"

If he talked to someone Remy would do something stupid and then Logan would have to kick his ass after all and Charlie would be cross. And if it really was Marie then he would call back later. Before he managed to reassure himself that it was all for the best he herd Remy answering the phone – HIS fucking phone!

"Allô…? … Who's speaking? … Hey, you are the one calling, homme! You should introduce yourself first, non?!"

Logan just couldn't fucking believe it!

"Non, Logan doesn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment…"

Logan brutally ripped the phone from Remy's grip praying to every possible god that it wasn't who he was afraid it would be.

"Logan speaking."

Neither of the gods was on his side today it seemed.

"Scott… "

Scott was shocked hearing some man answering Logan's phone. He didn't know what to think or say. Jealousy made his blood boil but he tried to act cool. He and Logan were not together anymore….

"Who was that guy?"

"It was no one. Just Charlie's cousin…."

"Oh… And why is he answering the phone in our… your house?"

"I have no idea! I don't even know why is he here in the first place! "

Scott wasn't sure how to interpret that. "Oh… so… what's up?"

"Marie came for the summer break."

"Great! Is she there with you?" If Logan was there with Marie than there was a hope that this guy who had answered the phone could be with her or something.

"No, she's busy. Her boyfriend is coming to meet me and her grandparents…"

"Oh…" Scott had a hard time hiding his disappointment and unexpected sadness. It was weird. They broke up two years ago! He shouldn't be jealous… He was in another relationship right now and he should be ready to let Logan go… with another man… But not with this rude bastard who was answering other people's phones and couldn't even speak English properly! He was too pissed to talk to Logan.

"Logan… I'll call you tomorrow. Kiss Marie from me."

"No, Scott… don't hang up... It's alright."

"Bye Logan."

The line went dead leaving Logan alone with the Cajun and overwhelming resignation. Seeing his face Remy muttered softly:

"I'm sorry…"

Logan leaves for a moment and comes back with two beers in his hands.

"You came here on the bike?"

"Oui… why?"

"You reek of booze."

"So what?"

Logan shrugs. If the kid doesn't care then why would he?

"What happened to your face?"

Remy licked his split lip and Logan followed the trace of his tongue with his eyes.

"I got into a fight. "

"You want a beer?"

Remy grinned like a maniac. "You want me to have a beer with you? Seriously?"

Logan threw a bottle in Remy's direction hoping that the drunkard would manage to catch it.

"Can I change the channel?"

"Do what you want."

For Remy it was just perfect! A little too perfect even. It made him nervous. He knew he pissed Logan with that phone incident and that he should probably make a run for it while he still could but he just couldn't move. They were lazing around together on Logan's couch, drinking beer and watching TV… He wouldn't miss any minute of it even if it cost him his life!

"I like this movie!"

Logan liked it too so he didn't complain, but asked why, so Remy answered and they started talking about movies. Then the subject moved to cars and bikes and Remy didn't even notice that he was staring at Logan, ogling him the whole time. The older man looked really cool half laying on the sofa with one foot on the ugliest coffee table Remy had ever seen and a beer in his left hand while the right one was turning the pages of another "Home Décor" … For a very long moment he couldn't take his eyes off Logan's hand. It was surprisingly nice, with long slender fingers and well-groomed nails. He could swear that he hadn't thought of anything dirty but somehow he felt his cheeks getting warmer… just from looking at the man's hand… He didn't even want to go there. He didn't care how weird it all actually was. He just wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted and he was surely drunk enough to do just that.

"Why did you pretend you didn't see me?"

Logan looked up at the younger male with something akin to a small smirk dancing on his handsome face.

"I thought you would leave me alone if I ignored you but you just NEVER go away… You're an annoying little prick, you know that?"

"No I'm not…."

"Yes you are."

This time Logan really did smirk and Remy answered with a dreamy smile and sparkles in his eyes.

"What kind of pizza do you want, chère?"

Logan pretended he didn't catch the last word and turned back to his magazine.

"Whatever's fine."

Remy gets up and orders pizza. They stay up late eating, talking and drinking beer. Then they both fall asleep on the couch together.