OBJECTS IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR

DISCLAIMERS: I don't own them. Marvel and 20th Century Fox do. Jake and Rachel are MINE! No money, no harm.
WARNING: Drugs, abuse, prostitution. sisterwine75@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Remy is in love with Jake. Jake is the head of a high class escort service in NY. Logan is the limo driver who does his best to make sure Remy stays safe. When Remy is unhappy, Logan tries to show him a better happiness.


The sun was up, but it still felt as if the winter air had frozen the heat out of the day. It was ny 8 y 8 in the morning, and the house was very quiet. Jake had sat down to breakfast and coffee with Remy, before calling Logan upstairs to do something and tell him about the day. Seven of the girls were out of the country, entertaining people. Three slept in, while the other two were downstairs in Jake's home gym working out.

It had been two weeks since Logan had stopped Creed and Summers from ng tng to kidnap Remy. So far, nothing similar had happened due to Logan watching Remy like a hawk. Jake had been true to his word, and Remy was free from his little black book. However, Logan was instructed to drive him to shops and restaurants, as well as his appointments with Millbury.

Remy sat in the study, on a leather chair, and stared at the fire. It was freezing outside, and Remy had felt like he had been out in the snow with only his boxers on. His heavy, dark grey sweater seemed to be a bit big for him, but kept him somewhat warm compared to the fire. The black jeans, he wore, were mostly tight-fitting, yet loose enough for him to put his hands fully into his pockets without complication. His long hair was brushed and left to spill down his back like an auburn waterfall. His white, expensive running shoes seemed to reflect the flames off the tops. Crossing his left leg over his right and letting the suspended foot swing subtly, he listened to voices and footsteps coming closer, down the stairs.

With his left arm draped over his thin stomach, while the right was resting his elbow on the chair's arm and his hand was curled about his chin, he sighed. Jake's voice could be soothing like the spring rain, or harsh like an exploding volcano. Today, it was comforting to Remy. He listened as the doors opened and footsteps came to stand beside him, on his right.

Squatting down to balance on the balls of his feet, Jake stroked Remy's hair and spoke to him, in whispers. "I have an errand to run, so I won't be able to go to your last appointment. But, we can ride together..... and then meet for dinner at D'Angelo's?"

Remy moved from the hand that was caressing his hair. "Non. Den, I change de appointment. Don' wan' t' go alone, Jake. I go wit' you, no? Wait in de car, an' den we go t' dinner...?"

"No. I can't risk someone seeing you and then asking questions or have something go wrong with the meeting. The safest place for you, is at your appointment. I'll wait for you in the waiting room, after Logan and I get back. You need to go, Remy. This is your last appointment, and then.... you're done. Okay?" Jake stared at Remy, growing slightly impatient.

Remy sighed, deeply. "Den I'm no' goin. Remy relax when y' wit' him. Please, Jacob, change de appoin'men' an' let Remy go wit' you? Please? I be so good, cher. I stay in de car, wit' Logan." He turned and stared, fully, into Jake's eyes.

Jake stood and sighed as he looked down at his young lover, before looking to the doorway to see Logan awaiting him. "Alright. But you stay IN the car. I'll move your appointment to this afternoon. Get your jacket, my love, we leave after I get off the phone."

Standing and nodding, Remy wrapped his arms around Jake and hugged him before hurrying upstairs to fetch his jacket.

Watching Remy leave the room, he told Logan to warm up the limo before moving to his desk and reaching for the phone. His desk had been on the far left hand side of the room, facing the right, and was neatly arranged with files and papers. A laptop sat in the top right hand corner of the desk, next to the phone. Jake had kept all of his clients' names and addresses on his computer. Picking up the receiver of a phone from the late 80s, and dialing the keypad, he watched as Remy was standing at the door again. "Dr. Millbury, please. Jacob Collins." He waved Remy into the room and motioned for him to sit in a chair in front of the desk. "Nathan, I'd like to move Remy's appointment to this afternoon. I have a meeting this morning, and wouldn't be able to be with him. One PM is fine. We'll be there." He hung up and smiled at Remy. "Are you ready?" Jake noted the boy had put on a long, grey trench coat, but hadn't bothered to button it.

Remy nodded and stood up.

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"Now, I don't want you to move from this seat, understand? You are here, only awaiting me, and then we are going to your appointment." Jake said, scoldingly. He sat to Remy's right, with his left arm around the boy's shoulders. His right hadn tan tangled with Remy's left, in his lap. He moaned as Remy had started to kiss his jawline before moving to hush the older man with a kiss.

The partician had been up, but Logan could hear everything that went on in the backseat. Remy had managed to reduce the well-composed, older man to mere moans and mewls, as he kissed and caressed him. A zipper being undone, and more soft mewls followed gas gasp and a sigh had let Logan know he should be glad the window was up. He had become quite aroused by listening to them, but his mind refused to release the picture of Jake being not so nice to Remy, that afternoon in Jake's room.

Pulling into the alleyway, and around back of a tall, white building with mirrored windows, Logan tapped a knuckle onto the window to let them know they had arrived. He heard Jake acknowledge, before stepping out of the car to open Jake's door. He walked around to the right side of the car and opened the door before being nearly overwhelmed by the scent of sex and heavy orgasm. Logan managed to contain himself as the older man stepped out and glanced at him.

"Keep him safe, Logan. I should be back within an hour, or so. See to it he does not- under any circumstances- exit the car. Understood?" Jake fixed his suit and then bowed his head into the car to kiss the Cajun. "Behave for the man, Remy, or Millbury won't be the only one to fear."

Remy nodded and gave Logan a casual smile.

Logan shut the door and followed Jake around to the boot. "Does he need his pills?" He asked in a low voice and glanced at the back window to see glowinig red eyes shine through the black tint.

"He shouldn't, but use your best judgement. Perhaps, he'll be easier to deal with this afternoon. If you should need them, give him two. It'll give him time for a nap, while you wait for me." Jake gave his grey business suit jacket one last tug on the lapels and then headed for the back door to the building.

Making his way around the left side of the car, to the driver's seat, he stopped as Remy opened the door and told him to get in. He looked in the direction of the metal door that Jake had disappeared behind before he crawled into the back of the car with the Cajun. "I've been told I could give you these if you don't behave." He took the bottle out of his jacket pocket and shook it at Remy.

Remy backed up into the back of the seat. "Non, don'..... Remy behave." The young man eyed Logan, cautiously. "Jus' wan' t' know somet'in. Y' bus' Remy before, Logan? De name is too familiar." Staring at the man on the other end of the seat, Remy asked inquisitively.

"Nope."

"But, I know de name. Howlett. Brot'er? Sister?" CajuCajun nearly demanded an answer from the reserved Canadian. His voice was calm, for the most part, yet his eyes searched the driver for any clues.

Logan sighed and reached inside to his jacket's hidden pocket to retrieve his wallet. Opening it, and pulling out a picture from a slot, he handed it to Remy and saw the surprise as a sharp gasp escaped him. "Try, wife. Now, ex. That was taken a few years ago."

Remy stared in horror at the picture in his hand. Logan stood in back with a beautiful woman with red hair and green eyes, sitting in front of him and holding their daughter of then about 3 or 4 years. His jaw dropped and a trembling hand moved to cover it. "J-J-Jean Grey-Howlett. I remember. But, she tell me she no' married. Logan, I-, was no' my fault, cher. Y' believe Remy?"

Taking the picture back and replacing it in his wallet, before tucking back into the inside jacket pocket, Logan managed a nod. "We'd been separated for about two weeks before she confessed to have been seein a handsome Cajun with a price tag. She gave me a name, and I started gatherin everything I could on you, and Collins. So far, I have a few things on him, minus the drug traffic. You- well- that's a different story." He hadn't been able to look up, into the red on black eyes of the young man.

"Y' gonn' arres' me too, aren' ya?" Remy hung his head.


Logan finally looked at him, and reached out to raise his chin on a finger. "If you help me, I won't have to. I need you to come to the station and give atemetement. Maybe, if you work with us, the judge'll give ya community service. It'll be much easier if you help me, Remy....?"

Remy looked up into Logan's calm blue eyes. "Wha' 'bout Jake? Dey give him life in prison, an' Remy alone, again. Migh' as well jus' go t' prison wit' him." Remy sighed and sat back. A coldness came over him. First his father threw him out due to his mutation, then Jake forced him to be something he didn't want, now Jake was going to prison, and it was mostly his fault. Or, so he imagined. He cringed at the thought of being alone.

"Ever thought of livin on your own? Get a dog? I'm sure you could find a perfectly wonderful life with someone more -humane- than Collins." Logan sighed, deeply. "Look, if you help me with this, I'll see what I can do about leavin your name outta the paperwork. But, you have to help me." Glancing around and hoping Jake wasn't finished with his meeting just yet, he watched the young man's curiosity build.

"Oui. Okay. Wha' do I have t' do?" Remy wasn't sure he liked the look on Logan's face, or in his eyes. However, he was willing to do nearly anything to remain free from the branded name of "whore."

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The car pulled up to the clinic and Logan had opened the door for Remy and Jake to exit. He was given instructions to wait and make reservations for two at D'Angelo's, at 5. He nodded and checked his watch. Half past noon. He had time for a coffee and read the news. Double parking the limo in the far part of the lot, he walked across the street to a convenience shop and waited.

The sliding doors opened and the two men entered. To the left, along the wall, was a row of chairs that led around the corner to a door in the far right hand side corner of the room. To the right, was a window for the reception area. Jake patted Remy's back and told him to go sit down while Jake signed him in.

Looking around the room, Remy was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute, but tried not to pass it off to the other man. He eyed the door, across the room, before moving to sit in a chair by the window and watch the outside. Remy wished that they were already done and it was over with. His heartbeat raced and his breaths came in short, silent pants. They weren't even in the office, but Remy felt the sharp and burning pain of the rod the doctor had used. He was glad Jake decided to be with him during his treatments. They hadn't been allowed to touch during them, but were allowed contact and a rest while Millbury switched instruments.That had mattered to the Cajun. Remy had never been fond of being restrained while a mad scientist play with electricity, around him.

Remy paced the empty waiting room and watched Logan cross the street. How he wished he were walking with Logan, anywhere but to where he was now. Millbury wasn't exactly his first choice in doctors, but Jake had known him for quite a long time so he was somewhat inclined to become a patient. He had just wished the strange doctor wasn't so...... strange?

"Sit down, Remy. Pacing won't make the day go faster." Jake said, almost annoyed at the young man's impatience. He was standing at the reception desk, signing Remy in and chatting with the cute receptionist who must have been around Remy's age. He turned around to make sure Remy sat down and waited. Deciding it wasn't enough, he walked over to a row of chairs, across from the desk, and sat down beside the Cajun. "The faster we get in, the faster we get out."

Remy's left leg bounced rapidly before being haulted by Jake's calm hand on his knee. He stood again, and began pacing as he heard footsteps coming down the corridor, from behind the door that led to the doctor's rooms. He stopped in mid-pace as the door opened and they were asked to follow the nurse. Holding Jake's hand as if he were superglued, they followed the short, and slightly weighty nurse to a mostly darkened room at the end of the corridor.

The room was lit by a low-watt bulbed lamp that sat on the metal desk in the corner. It was dark enough so that it didn't hurt Remy's eyes to look up at them, as he lay on the table. However, it was light enough to be able to read and write by. The nurse sat at the desk and filled in times and Remy's temperatures as she examined him. She glanced at him, every so often. "Remove your clothing and any electronic devices and lay upon the table. Lie on your back, legs bent and apart, feet flat on the table, and try to relax. Dr. Millbury will be with you shortly." Her voice was more of a grumble that came from her chest. Her accent was clearly not from New York. Remy supposed she was from the doctor's origin, England. The nurse, who had seemed to be well-knowledged in the doctor's procedures, instructed Remy as she stood in the doorway. Closing the door, she placed Remy's file in a holder on the wall next to the door.

Heh! Try t' relax. She prolly never had t' do dis." Remy scoffed.

Jake looked at him clamly. "Nathan knows what he's doing. He wouldn't hurt you, my love." The man leaned over and kissed Remy again. He played with the auburn hair that cascaded down Remy's slender back. His fingers admired the softness as well as the texture.

"Yet." Remy's eyes caught sight of the horrid machine the doctor was going to use on him. Wires and gadgets were connected to a small, portable machine that resembled more of a generator than anything else. He gasped and retreated from the right side of the room, walking straight into Jake's arms.

Cooing and whispering into the young man's ear, Jake reached into his pocket to retrieve his bottle of little blue pills. "Would you like your medication to relax you?"

Remy shook his head, slightly. "Non. Jus' wan' t' go home."

Jake pocketed the bottle and started to remove Remy's trench coat while kissing him. He whispered as he tossed the jacket onto the chair behind him. "We'll pretend you're getting ready for me. And, I'll be right here, holding you during the treatment. When you're done, we'll go shopping, and then to dinner." He pulled the sweater over Remy's head and then moved to the boy's jeans. "I want you to close your eyes, and imagine me inside you, my love. You'll be fine, Remy. Just do what he says."

"Dat pain don' feel like you, cher. He mus'a taken lessons from Xavier, no?" Remy whispered just as the door opened and Millbury stepped in.

Millbury smiled. "Have I interrupted anything? Should I come back?" His voice was somewhat cold to match his unnatural blue toned skin. His teeth were rather sharp and pointed and were clearly visible as he smiled. He was clearly enough to make Remy shiver. His height matched Remy's, but his unnatural muscles toned his body to nearly double Remy's size. Closing the door behind him, he set the file on the small metal desk, to the right of the door. "Are we ready to proceed?" He stared calmly at Remy and fit two latex surgical gloves on his hands before moving to adjust the machine and prep the instruments.

"Oui." Remy nodded and eased himself up, onto the cushioned table. Placing himself into the position he had been reminded of, he reached for Jake's hand only to be told to let go and place his hands at his sides. They were told the amount of electricity, the doctor was going to use, would possibly be absorbed into Jake's jewlery and could result in mild shock from holding hands. He obeyed but kept his eyes on Jake. Remy hadn't liked the sound of "amount" and "electricity" in one complete sentence.

Jake held Remy's clothing and jacket, as he sat in the chair and watched the doctor coat a very long, metal with a rubber cased rod that was rounded at the tip and tailed with a thin, black tube. Seeing Remy wince as the long, thick rod was eased into the tight opening, and a switch that was connected to the small machine to the left of the table, was turned on.

The feeling of a pulsing, or steady throbbing of currant had been much more painful than his other visits. Xavier's torture had been considered merely a fingerprick compared to this. Tears had wanted to flow, only to be refused at the corners of red on black eyes. It had been explained that it wasn't just electricity, it was a small, low-powered laser that was healing him and tearing away scar tissue. The throbbing increased steadily as the intervals of currant continued. It was becoming nearly unbearable, and Remy had wanted to sit up, put his clothes on and leave. But he knew that if he moved, he'd be restrained and they would have to start all over again.

Millbury was talking to him. "Relax, Remy. The more tense your body is, the longer it will take."

Remy squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to scream in pain as the contained volts of electricity shot through his tight channel. Off and on for 15 minutes, the voltage made him cringe and whimper. Finally, it stopped and the rod was removed. Tiredy, he panted and sighed in relief that it was over. He opened his eyes and saw Jake leaning over him and kissing him.

Millbury glanced at Jake before tending to his instruments. "If you would arouse yourself now, Remy, we'll continue." Changing his gloves and picking up a long, thin metal, rubber cased rod with another cord attached to it. Coating the rubber in the same gel, he turned and waited as Remy used only the fingertips of his left hand to stroke himself.

Keeping his eyes on the thin rod and continuing to attempt arousal, Remy jumped as a hand was helping him. Looking from Millbury to Jake, he was relieved to see his lover was holding his erection while the doctor eased the rod into him. Another 15 minutes of off and on voltage was applied, only this time, it was at a much lower setting than before. Pain encased him. He couldn't think, or move. He wanted to leave, or move, or do anything. But, he couldn't. The rod had been placed so that the tip of it pressed at Remy's testes. The sensation would have been pleasant, if there wasn't pain and electricity connected to it.

"Almost done, Remy. You're doing so well, my love." Jake whispered. Looking up at the doctor, who had met his gaze, nodded to him and waited for the machine to be turned off. He had knelt to Remy's right, as the machine was on the left, and played with a lock of hair that had fallen astray over Remy's forehead.

Millbury turned the machine off and removed the rod, letting a trail of white liquid spill onto Remy's stomach. Removing the rubber sleeves, throwing them away and then putting the instruments away, he handed Remy a packet of Handi-Wipes and then excused himself. "Take your time in getting up. The tissues are still very sensitive."

"Thank you, Nathan." Jake stood up and shook Millbury's hand before the doctor slipped out of the room. He turned back to Remy and grabbed the box of kleenex from the small desk. Taking one, and wiping the tears away from the boy's eyes, he kissed the tired Cajun. "We're done now. You did wonderful, Rem. If this wasn't a doctor's office, I'd help you get rid of your ache. But, we can do that later. Logan is waiting, and we have much to celebrate." Seeing as that Remy was too tired to move, Jake took the liberty of cleaning him up and helping him to sit up to get dressed.

Remy slid off of the table and pulled his jeans up to button them. He wrapped his arms around the older man and hugged him tightly. It was exhausting to stand, but it hurt to sit. Tears fell again as tiny movements caused him to cringe and wince in pain. He was still aroused, but as he grew more tired, it started to soften with a dull throb. He had to have help in putting his shoes on and tieing them.

Jake tossed the used wipe and kleenexes into the covered metal bin, underneath the small desk, before helping Remy out of the room. He whispered to the boy about laying down in the limo and taking a short nap as they took a drive instead of going shopping, to which Remy had only nodded.

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Logan had brought the car around to the front of the building, and jumped out to help Jake ease the boy into the car. He could scent the arousal on the boy, just as the other times, but he could also smell the foreign chemicals from the gel that was used. It was strong and pungent and laced with residue from the laser. Logan could only wonder what went on, and what had made the boy so exhausted, much more than the other times.

Remy lay on his left side, next to the right hand side door and closed his eyes. He was curled into a ball on the seat, and waited to hear Jake open the other door and get in.

"Is he okay?" Logan asked as Jake shut the door.

"Yes. Just tired from the treatment. Take us for a drive, Logan. He needs a rest before dinner."

Logan nodded. He followed Jake around to the other door and opened it for him. As he closed it, he heard soft, pained whimpers coming from the unconscious Cajun on the seat. Even as he drove and the partician was up, Logan was able to hear Remy's every whimper as he drove down bumpy streets. After the fourth bump and whimper, he slowed and tried to make the ride more comfortable.

The window was being lowered and he glanced into the rear view mirror to see Remy still asleep and in the same position, only with his head resting on Jake's lap. "Sir?" He sniffed and sensed the light sheet of sweat that was coming off of Remy. The whimpers had calmed to a soft cooing.

They had been driving around the town for about 2 hours, and Remy's body had still been tense from the treatment and now the ride. Jake was becoming slightly worried. "Stop at the next shop, perhaps some aspirin would help the pain." Jake told him as he soothed Remy's hair and looked into the mirror.

"Yes sir." Was the gruff reply. Spotting a Texaco station, Logan pulled in and was asked to purchase some aspirin and a bottle of water. He nodded and hurried inside only to come back moments later and tap on Jake's window.

"Remy..... hey, Remy..... sit up. I have some Tylenol for you. Come on, Logan went in and bought it just for you. You can go back to sleep afterwards." Jake whispered and helped Remy to sit up and take two tablets and then a drink of water. He tucked the aspirin bottle into his jacket pocket and held onto the bottle as Remy had laid back down to rest.

The car was moving again, and he was being petted by Jake. "Where are we?" He asked, hoarsely. Remy hadn't closed his eyes, but merely laid there and stared at the open window that separated them from Logan.

"On a drive, before dinner. I thought you needed a rest after your treatment. You've been asleep for quite awhile, now. Feel any better?" Jake asked, looking down at the young man.

Remy nodded. "Oui. But, still hur's. How long 'til dinner?"

Jake checked his watch. 3.57. "Just over an hour. Are you hungry, now?"

"Oui."

Sensing what was about to come next, Logan pressed a button on the door and the window went up to give them privacy. It wasn't that he wasn't curious what Jake would do, but more of he hadn't wanted to see. He could tell Jake was quite aroused as the boy's head lay on his lap. And Remy had been trying not to cause himself more pain by letting himself go limp, for some odd reason he didn't know. He also figured, it wasn't his calling to protest. As Rachel had pointed out to him several times before, Remy was Jake's, and he wasn't to mess with it.

Remy had caught the window going up, and pushed himself to sit up in the seat. He stared at the tinted window for a moment. A finger under his chin and a kiss on his hand had brought him to look at the man beside him.

"It seems Logan understands we need to be alone." Jake smiled and met Remy's lips with his own. "Now that we are alone, it doesn't seem fair to watch you suffer in such pain, without being able to ease it. Come sit with me, my love."

Without hesitation, Remy moved to sit next to Jake. He hadn't needed to be told what Jake clearly wanted. A hand slipped to the older man's firmness behind his trousers. Feeling what was expected, he ushered a smile and obliged the man. Lowering the zipper, and removing the erection, his lips brushed against the tip as he had leaned over and began licking. Drops of pre-come had wet his tongue.

"Swallow it, my love." The older man had whispered to him and watched with hushed gasps as the Cajun did just that. "Do you love me, Remy?"

Remy stopped and sat up. He looked at Jake, but felt for Logan. Finding only a harsh coldness from the driver, he answered. "Oui. Je t'aime, cher." As he finished his sentence, a sharp pain stabbed at his mind. Logan had heard every word.

Jake reached a hand between Remy's legs and smiled. "You're still hard, my love. How do you propose we get rid of it?"

"Swallow me, mon amour. Please, Jake." Remy stared, lovingly, into the man's eyes.

Kissing the Cajun, Jake unfastened Remy's jeans and slid them off his slender hips, freeing his erection. The young man gasped and pawed at him as he leaned over and began licking at the long, firm length. He smiled and took the entire length into his mouth and sucked. 'Oooohs' and 'Ahhhs' filled his ears as the Cajun gasped and moaned.

Remy relaxed his body and watched as Jake continued. Feeling the tightness in his groin start, he arched his hips up, into the mouth and waited for Jake to ready himself. The mouth stopped and Jake sat up to kiss him and whisper into his ear, telling him to come. A warm hand massaged at the tender scrotum as the mouth replaced itself around the shaft. Gasping one last time, and arching up into the warm mouth, he came.

Sitting up again, Jake smiled and let Remy lick at his lips before kissing the older man, passionately. He pulled the Cajun into a deep embrace and let him taste himself on his lover's lips. "Do you feel better, now?"

Remy nodded.

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At dinner, they sat across from each other. They sipped a vintage Merlot and chatted quietly while waiting for their orders to arrive. Occupying a cozy cornerbooth, in a half-lit posh restaurant, the two enjoyed themselves as well as each other.

During a quiet moment, an old business partner of Jake's came over to the table and told Remy to "take a powder" while he and Jake discussed something. Waiting for Remy to leave, and then sitting in his seat, the man started talking and laughing with Jake. After a few moments, the man stood up and shook Jake's hand before leaving.

Remy came back to sit down and asked who the man had been.

"My business partners don't concern you. You know that." Jake snapped, quietly, before their food was served.

Halfway through the meal, Jake found himself staring at Remy. When Remy caught his eye, he spoke. "How about a Christmas Party? Invite a few friends, and have the girls dress up. Presents, champagne, and holiday cheer?" Of course, Jake's parties weren't like normal holiday parties. More like 'Holiday Orgies'. He watched and waited as Remy continued to eat, but flinched at the thought.

"When?" Remy finally looked up, in between bites of pasta.

Jake sat back and took a drink of wine. "Next week, sometime. Perhaps, Wednesday or Thursday. Up to you, Remy." He took another sip and sat there for a moment while watching Remy eat.

When they were finished, Jake called the waiter over for the checque. Paying the waiter and then standing up, he waited for Remy to walk in front of him as they left together. The door was opened for them by an employee as they stepped outside into the cold night to wait for Logan, to open the car door.

Logan had already warmed the car and brushed off the new snow that had fallen onto the window.had had also managed to park directly in front of the restaurant door, eventhough parking was next to impossible on the busy roadway. Getting out from his seat, he walked around and opened the door to let Jake in first and catch the unease in Remy's eyes before the boy sat down and waited for the door to close. As he closed the door and walked around to his door, he could hear a faint, panicked heartbeat from the young man.

As the car took them home, Remy had snuggled himself against the older man and yawned. He closed his eyes and rest his head on Jake's shoulder for a nap. He jumped slightly when Jake's cell phone rang. Opening his eyes and sittiing up to let the man reach into his inside coat pocket and answer it, he snuggled back into Jake's shoulder. Remy hadn't really wanted to listen to the conversation, but had no choice. Hessedssed it had been the same man that joined them in the restaurant. The way Jake was talking to them, he was sure the man had wanted a bit more than just light-hearted conversation.

When the phone call ended, Jake slipped the phone into his coat's left hand pocket and wrapped an arm around Remy. "How about we sleep in, tomorrow. I'll have the maid bring up breakfast, and then tomorrow afternoon, you can go shopping while I take care of some business."

"Oui." Remy sighed.

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The next morning, while Jake was standing at his vanity in the bathroom in only white silk pajama bottoms, shaving, the bedroom doors slid open and Rachel entered with a tray of breakfast. She set the tray on the floor beside the bed, and crawled up to sit beside and wake Remy. As Jake's side of the bed was the right side, Remy had slept in the middle. Knowing that Remy slept nude, she slipped under the covers and started playing with his limp manhood.

Remy lay on his right side, but jumped and rolled onto his back as the touches tickled and aroused him. He opened his eyes and stared into feminine brown eyes. Hi hands moved under the sheets to her tight, black sequened min-skirt, and lightly squeezed the back of her firm thighs. She was kissing him and straddling his thighs. He gasped quietly and looked around the room for Jake.

Bringing her tongue to lick his right nipple, Rachel continued to stroke him to hardness. She giggled and smirked as she caught Jake's eye as he leaned against the loo doorframe. He had smiled back and moved to sit next to her on the bed. Remy had pushed her skirt up to her hips, exposing her pantyless sex. She kissed him again before sitting back up to smile at Jake.

"Does my sister want to play with my boy?" Jake asked with a smirk, and stretched himself out to lay on his right side while propping himself up on his elbow. Leaning over and kissing Remy, who had been wide-eyed at the discussion, he whispered, "Give her a good fuck, my love. I love watching you work."

Taking the cue, Rachel raised herself up and placed Remy inside her. She began moving for him, letting him moan and pant and gasp and cling to her body. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she became more fierce in her movements. Opening her eyes and mainly watching Remy, a hand moved to rest on Jake's cheek and catch his smile at the display. Her white blouse was being pushed up as Remy sat up and let his tongue toy with a bra-less nipple before he rolled them over to lie on the left side of the bed.

Remy had taken over and moved frantically inside her. He hadn't completely forgotten about Jake, or that he was screwing his lover's sister, but the throb that plagued him demanded to be satisfied. Her hands gripped his thighs in attempt to help him move faster, but then started to roam over his back as she massaged him. His pants were a bit louder and more rushed, as were hers. His hair had fallen around his face, but hands helped hold it back and pull him to her in a kiss. He threw his head back and arched his body as he came with a loud gasp. And after several moments, he had finished his orgasm and waited hers out before removing himself and returning to lie on his back, between Jake and Rachel.

Jake leaned over and kissed him. "That was wonderful, Remy." He smiled as the Cajun panted and smiled, weakly, back. "Have you had your fill, Rachel? This won't be a regular fuck in my room, without me." He looked from Remy to his younger sister, who had sat up and returned the gaze to her brother.

"For now. It seems, who I want, is not helping my ovulation cycles end pleasantly. So, I decided to have a good fuck by the best whore in New York." She smiled and toyed with Remy's bare chest. Seeing the slightly hurt expression on Remy's face had made her smile a bit more, but quickly refrain as she glanced up to see Jake's. Sliding out of bed and fixing her clothing, she gave Remy a wink and then left the room, quietly.

Jake watched Rachel leave before looking back at Remy. The boy had rolled onto his left side and wiped at his eyes with a trembling left hand. Kissing Remy's bare shoulder, he told Remy not to pay attention to her and that it wouldn't be a regular fling. "You're mine, not hers, my love. Come, sit up. Breakfast is waiting." With that, Jake turned and reached down to lift the tray up off the floor and place it on Remy's lap. A bowl of fruit, slices of buttered toast, a glass of juice and a small plate of eggs, bacon and grits awaited them. He mainly fed Remy, only saving a few bites for himself. They kissed and dined together before getting up and getting ready for the day.


TBC......... again.