I'm Just The Paper Boy

Logan walked through the door and stopped in the entryway, closing the door behind him. It was quiet. Too quiet. Walking over to the sofa and sitting down in the middle, he leaned his head back against the wall, as the back of the sofa came up to just below the shoulder blades, and closed his eyes. He could hear the soft footsteps of his roommate coming down the hall and stopping at the end of the sofa. He could feel Remy's eyes on him but hadn't opened his to look at Remy.

"Back so soon, Logan?" Remy decided to give Logan his space in case the errand didn't go so well. Claiming the end cushion of the sofa, Remy sat down, facing Logan, propping his head up on a hand as his elbow pushed into the back of the sofa.

Logan opened his eyes and turned to look at Remy. "Yea, it was over before it started." Noticing that Remy had gotten dressed, Logan examined the clothing the young man was wearing. "Something wrong, kid? Don't tell me summer's gettin too cold for ya." He laughed to himself quietly but hushed as Remy looked down to examine his clothing. "Sorry, kid." He could tell something was tearing at Remy but Remy had never been so forthcoming with his thoughts since he moved in.

"Non. Just uh- had somethin to do." Remy stared at the white buttonup shirt that he had left untucked, thinking about the disk. Snapping himself back to the present, he could feel Logan's desire starting to seep through the barriers Logan had set for himself when Remy moved in. The tension Logan was giving off was visible in his shoulders and forehead. Remy couldn't stand that sort of tension. "You, um, okay, Logan?" Moving closer to Logan, Remy leaned in for a light kiss and was more curious than surprised when Logan deepened the kiss and pulled Remy to straddle his legs and grip Logan's shoulders, never breaking the kiss. He could feel Logan's hands unbutton his jeans and the material being spread. Remy was never one to wear underwear or boxers so it was no surprise when a strong, warm hand started stroking his arousal.

The moans and gasps Remy was giving off kept Logan going as he pulled Remy a little more firmly. He could feel thin hands lifting his shirt up, off of his bare chest as Remy's hips moved in time with the strokes, only stopping as Logan stopped to help Remy remove Logan's shirt from over his head. The kissing started again only it was Remy's turn to unbutton his shirt and toss it to the floor as the strokes became more and more firm on his erection.

Remy reached down to place his hand over Logan's and help the man jerk him off, he arched up to spray Logan's chest with ribbons of white fluid while Logan took the advantage to clasp onto a pearled pink nipple that Remy was generous enough to offer him. Another gasp as Remy felt the hand underneath his squeeze at the coming erection.

Logan sucked and nipped at the soft bud in his mouth before letting go when Remy sat back. They kissed again, Logan letting Remy run his tongue along the insides of his mouth before mingling with Logan's tongue while Remy busied his hands with unfastening Logan's jeans. The kiss broke again when Remy stood up to remove the rest of his clothes and urging Logan to do the same. As Logan stood up and let his jeans drop to his ankles, Remy was already on his knees tearing open a Trojan that he had gotten from his back pocket and placing it over Logan's erection. He then watched as Remy took painful strides in moistening the latex with his velvety throat before he was able to sit back down on the sofa.

As Remy replaced himself on Logan's lap, their eyes met for a brief second, stopping them in place. It had been an unspoken desire between the two that this was about to happen. Logan had spent many a nights lying on his bed, stroking himself, wishing the handsome young Cajun was on top of him, riding him. Remy had pictured the same thing only that Logan was much more embracing than his prior relationship. He gasped as he slid down Logan's steeled shaft, waiting as his bottom met Logan's groin. He started a rhythm of strokes and could feel the powerful force of the man beneath him as he leaned forward and locked his mouth against Logan's in a deep, breathy kiss.

Logan held on to Remy's hip with his left hand while his right stroked Remy's recovering erection. He loved watching Remy throw his head back, with that gorgeous auburn hair, and pant, mouth open slightly and teeth grinding every so often. He couldn't believe that he was ready to come so soon. Logan held back as long as he could but the young man's body and muscles spasming were working against him.

Gripping Logan's shoulders tightly, Remy ground his teeth and bounced a bit harder, wanting Logan to release into him. "Yes, yes.... Unh,...... come, Logan. Come for me." The words spilled out of Remy's mouth like melting butter. His eyes closed and the thrusts became longer and tighter and slower as the fist that stroked him squeezed him painfully as Logan couldn't hold himself back any longer. Remy enjoyed the sensations until Logan gripped his hips and pushed him off, tossing him to land on the sofa cushions to the right.

"Shit!"

Surprised, Remy stared at Logan as the older man stood up and pulled the condom off, mumbling on his way to the kitchen trash that the condom had broke. He sat there until Logan came around the corner and stared at him as Logan paused in the entryway to the livingroom.

Logan sighed and walked down the hall to his bedroom, with Remy following closely behind. He stopped in front of his dresser and opened the top drawer but when he reached in, he found Remy's hand already reaching for the box of condoms he kept. It was quiet between them as they stared at each other in lust. Logan smirked and let Remy pick up a package and tear it open, replacing it on Logan's recovering erection. Once again, he watched Remy sink to his knees and use his mouth to wet the latex only this time, Remy sucked a little bit longer than the last. His right hand cradled the back of Remy's head as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation immensely.

Remy sucked and ran his tongue along the shaft until he was removed and asked to lie on the bed. He reclined on his elbows while letting his long legs dangle off the end of the bed as he watched Logan retrieve something from the master bathroom. Turning his head to the left, Remy tried his best to peer around the corner at what Logan was doing but couldn't really see anything. He wondered if Logan had changed his mind and was hiding out until Remy got the picture and left. Remy stood up and walked over to the doorway of the bathroom and looked inside at the man who was standing at the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

Turning around when he felt thin hands on his shoulders, Logan blinked a few times at Remy to make sure it wasn't a trick on his eyes.

"You okay, Logan?"

Quirking a smile, Logan leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Remy's waist and kissed him. He tried walking Remy backwards to the bed but Remy had caught on and quickly turned it around. He had made it to the edge of the nightstand before Logan allowed himself to be spun around and pushed back to the bed. He reclined and watched Remy as the young man once again straddled Logan's hips to kiss the older man as he worked his way down to a hard pink nipple. Logan gasped as Remy's teeth nipped lightly at the pink bud.

Remy giggled at the gasp and used the tip of his tongue to trail down to Logan's navel, dipping in for a second before continuing on to the neglected hardness. Running his tongue up and down the shaft and then dipping into the hole with the tip of his tongue, Remy swallowed the length and gave a few quick, hard sucks, smiling as more moans and gasps came from Logan. When he thought Logan had had enough teasing, Remy stood up and replaced himself across Logan's hips, his tight hole felt the pressure of Logan's erection pushing in.

Guiding Remy down to the hilt, Logan's eyes never left the young man's face. He reveled in the expressions of lust and sexiness that Remy had displayed and had started to moan and pant with Remy as Remy started moving up and down the shaft. "God, kid, uh that feels good."

Remy reached up and pulled the band out of his hair, letting the auburn locks fall down, over his shoulders, framing his thin face. Leaning forward while continuing to bounce, Remy gripped the comforter on either side of Logan's head as he was pulled down into a kiss. A hand snaked between them and started stroking his livid erection, letting a few drops of ejaculate spray Logan's belly. Their tongues intertwined and with Logan guiding Remy's hips faster and faster, it wasn't long before Remy felt a sudden surge come from the other man inside him. Lowering himself to Logan's left ear, he whispered as he nipped on the lobe, "you gonna break dis one, too, cher?" He grinned but hadn't moved to let Logan see his face.

Logan felt himself come in powerful bursts and was lost in the sensations too much to hear Remy's sultry voice in his ear. Finally, Logan grabbed Remy's firm backside and rolled him over to lie on the bed while he quickened his pace into the tight channel. His lips found Remy's and a hand reached up to fist around a handful of auburn silk. He could feel himself rushing into the tight, hot body beneath him and allowed himself to be spent before he rolled off to lay beside Remy.

Rolling onto his side and snuggling up to Logan, Remy nipped kisses on Logan's shoulder as his fingers played with the hair on Logan's chest. He lifted himself up to lean over for a kiss but hearing Logan's phone ring stopped him.

Logan sat up and picked up the receiver from the nightstand and said "hello." The voice on the other end was sounding frantic about something that bothered them and it was making Logan a little agitated. "There's nothing to talk about. You had yer chance and now it's over. There is nothing more to say."

It wasn't Remy's place to eavesdrop and Logan's sudden short temper was giving him a headache. He sat up and caught Logan's eye as he whispered to Logan that he was going to go take a shower, giving him a small wink before making it out of the room. He was hoping Logan would acknowledge the invitation and calm down, or let Remy at least help. Strolling down the hallway, Remy paused in the doorway to the bathroom and shook his head as Logan was still arguing with his caller.

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"Look, I'm done. We'll leave it at that." Logan had slid on a pair of jeans and poked his head out of the room to see where Remy had gone to. Turning back into the room, Logan sighed inwardly and sat down on the end of the bed as the other party had begun rambling again. He knew he was in a lose/lose situation but hadn't wanted to take it to complete extremes just yet.

The room air smelled of sex and spice and Logan inhaled quite a few times to enjoy the scent the Cajun had left behind. "I don't exactly think this is the right time to address your shoulda, coulda, wouldas to me after this afternoon. If you wanted me back so damn bad, you shouldn't have lied to me in the first place." Logan stood up and wandered around his bedroom, trying to cool his building anger while he listened to the rambling. He didn't know why he didn't just hang up but he had a feeling that if he had, he would never hear the end of his phone's ringer.

Logan took a moment to wander into the bathroom and absently wash his hands and try to straighten up as the voice on the other end was subliminally giving him directions. Shaking out of it as the voice paused for a moment, Logan found himself in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. Staring into his own face, mouth, nose, eyes told him he needed to make a decision if he wanted to ever look in the mirror again. The voice had started saying his name, repeatedly. "Stop! Just stop. Look, maybe you need to really think about what you did and what yer still doin before this goes any further. Don't call me again or it just might end up in a restrainin order." Clicking the button to hang up, Logan set the phone down in the countre and looked deeply into his expression in the mirror. Did he just say that? Did Remy hear it? Could he live with himself if he did it? Did he mean it?

A sigh as Logan turned to walk out of the bathroom and shut the light off. He could still hear the shower water running and the sweet scent of lavendar hair products with a touch of Zest soap had Logan sniffing the air out of the bedroom and halfway down the hall. He was tempted to join in and run his fingers through Remy's soapy hair but he paused as he heard a sound come from behind him. What had stopped him was hearing a chime coming from Remy's bedroom. He had never heard Remy's phone ring before and he started walking back down the hall to duck into Remy's room to make sure it was the phone.

The phone lay on the freshly made bed, resting on the dark grey comforter. A black flip-phone was ringing and blinking its lights for attention. He recognised the number that was flashing and his breath caught. The flashing of the televion caught the corner of his eye and he turned to look at the blue screen. Hitting "Play" and sitting on the edge of the bed, Logan's eyes were glued to a rough cut of an audition of Remy with Scott's voice in the background. He fast forwarded it to the spot where Scott was now on screen and taking Remy from behind. Logan's jaw dropped and his heart sank as he watched more of Scott taking advantage of a young, impressionable Remy. He didn't even move as he heard the shower shut off and the bathroom door open.

Remy stood in the doorway to his bedroom in nothing but a towel around his waist and quirked an eyebrow at the man sitting on his bed, watching his audition/sex with Scott. "What'cha doin, cher?"

Logan sighed. All of the coloured had drained from his face as he turned to look at the dampened young Cajun. "I think we need to talk." He held up the phone that had once again started ringing with Scott's number on it and was hoping it was just business related.

Continued.