Saving....Gabriel?

Logan raced home, six weeks later, and hurried out of the car and into the house. He had parked out front, not even bothering with the garage, and grabbed the mail from the slot. Picking up his feet and rushing up to unlock the door, he opened it and found Remy standing in front of the television, watching the news. Dropping the mail onto the floor and wrapping his arms around Remy's waist, Logan kissed his cheek and pulled him close. "I got big news, Rem!" Turning Remy around to face him, he kissed him with a loud smack on the lips.

"Well, what's de news?"

"I got that promotion we've been waiting for." Kissing Remy again, he pressed himself against Remy's groin. "Mm, I wanna take you.... right here..... now." His fingers began to quickly unbutton Remy's white dress shirt, pressing the young man to lay on the livingroom floor. Spreading the shirt away from the muscular chest, he now worked on unfastening Remy's black pants.

Remy moaned in excitement but halted Logan's actions. "Uhmm, Logan, we're not--" their lips met in several small kisses. "De stuff is upstairs. And, de front door is open."

Laughing, Logan kissed him again and pushed himself up. "I already thought of that." Standing up, he walked back over to the door and closed and locked it before tossing a pillow from the sofa at Remy. "I remembered you had that lotion in the car so, I snagged it." Logan pulled the small tube of hand lotion from his pants pocket and tossed it beside Remy, while he started to unfasten and remove his own clothing. Kneeling down as Remy had turned over onto his stomach, Logan helped slide Remy's pants off before moving to coat his eager erection with a handful of lotion.

As Remy spread his legs to let Logan settle between them, he picked up a letter from the pile of mail and opened it as Logan's manhood began to ease into him. Logan was raising his hips to fit the pillow in underneath him, and had been unaware of the kisses on his neck and shoulderblades as he unfolded the paper to glance at it. "Unh!" The moan distracted him and made him remember what Logan was doing.

Logan buried himself all the way into Remy and placed a hand on Remy's right hip for leverage as he moved in and out, kissing his lover's soft back and shoulders. He was lost in his strokes and moaned and grunted. Both naked, it seemed Logan was more the one into the mood but it hadn't bothered him that Remy was preoccupied with what he read.

"Ah," Remy moaned. "Logan, did you look at de mail when you-- mmm.....unh...."

Logan strained a moment but kept moving, not looking over Remy's shoulder to see what he was talking about. "Nope. Why?" He moved a bit slower and stretched out his strokes to distract Remy back to their play.

Remy's fingers clenched around the paper's edges. He moaned and squeezed his eyes closed, concentrating on the wonderful feeling Logan was giving him. "It....mmm.... says dat.... we're.... unh-- summoned to court 'bout Gabriel."

A heavy sigh as Logan stopped and lost his motivation. He groaned and pulled out, annoyed that he wasn't able to get off. Laying to the right of Remy, he snatched the summons out of Remy's hands and glanced over it. "Why're they callin us in? We didn't have the kid that long."

Several thoughts came to Remy's mind, but one made him smile, "Mebbe dey're gonna let us have him, again?" He smiled and brushed a hand against Logan's bare chest, as the older man now lay flat on his back. "I know you liked havin' him here, mon cher." Leaning closer, Remy moved to kiss Logan's cheek but was startled by the back of Logan's hand smacking his cheek. He was then unceremoniously shoved off and left to watch a frustrated Logan stand up and get dressed without another word.

"Logan--?"

"Stop. Just, stop." Logan didn't bother to turn around as he buttoned his shirt. "Are you gonna get dressed so we can go eat, or just go like that?"

Sighing, Remy got up without a word, and dressed.

~~~~~

Throughout the meal, Remy was quiet. He listened to Logan talk about the day and the big promotion but, his mind was only focused on Gabriel and the trial. His fork spun around in the pasta, stringing a small spool for him to bite. His eyes lowered as he reached for his glass of wine and took a sip. The crowd of the restaurant hummed around them but seemed to be drowned out as Remy wasn't listening to all of the indistinct murmurs and whisperings.

When the bill came, Logan snatched it up quickly. He smiled as he removed his billfold from his jacket's inside pocket. "Are you ready?" Taking out a 50 and laying it down before digging for a 10 in tip, Logan had hardly noticed Remy's sombre mood. Finally looking at the younger man across from him, his brow furrowed. "You hardly touched your food."

"Not hungry."

Logan stood up and reached for Remy's hand.

Standing, Remy didn't accept the touches from Logan, he only walked ahead of him and out of the high-priced, glittering restaurant and headed for the car. Opening the car with his own keys, he sat down quietly in the passengar seat and waited. He wasn't angry with Logan for pushing him away, or shooting down the idea of possibly getting Gabriel back, Remy was more angry at himself for not doing something other than let the little child go. His appetite had failed him on a better day, and he was so gruffly pushed aside when trying to comfort his lover.

The driver's door opened a moment later and Logan sat down without a word. Shutting the door, starting the engine and, backing out of the space, in the full parkinglot, he only sighed and drove quietly home. Pulling the car into the drive, he stopped and placed a hand on Remy's left arm, halting him from moving.

Remy paused and stared at Logan's hand.

"I'm not doin' this to be mean, Rem. It's just the way it is. You can argue this all you like but the fact of the matter is, they won't let us have him back. If he doesn't continue to live with his aunt and uncle, he'll be placed in a hetero family. It's the way the courts work. I'm not banning us from a family, I just wish you would realise they're only teasing you instead of helping." Logan's voice was calm and soft as he spoke. He knew Remy wasn't angry with him but didn't know how to explain it any other way.

Remy only nodded.

Logan sighed deeply, loudly, and continued to pull the car into the garage. As he shut the engine off, he glanced over to see Remy getting out and slamming the door shut. Opening the door, getting out and calling after him, Logan dropped it when Remy ignored him and shut the kitchen door. "Ta Hell with this!" Sitting back down in the car, Logan started the engine and backed out of the garage, heading for a bar on the far side of town. If Remy was upset with him for an unknown reason, Logan would gladly drink it off and let Remy have his space.

Pulling into a lot that was less than full to a bar that was less than that, Logan sat down on a stool and ordered himself a celebratory round of beers. Drinking and staring at the amber liquid, he thought of the events of the evening and where he might have gone wrong, in case Remy was in fact angry at him. Logan lit his third cigar and ordered another beer before declining to talk to a beautiful, young bartender who asked why he was so glum. His mind was only focused on Remy.

~~~~~

It was hours later when Logan finally came home. He quietly came into the bedroom and pulled off his jacket, keeping an eye on Remy's dozing form on the bed. Slipping out of his clothes and into bed, he pulled the sheets over his waist and moved to snuggle down with Remy. Kissing Remy's soft right cheek, Logan pressed his chest against Remy's warm bare back. The embrace lasted only a moment before Remy slipped out from under Logan's arm and sat up. "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Nothin'. Think I'll go make some coffee. Sit up an' read some in de livin'room." Remy stood and made his way to the hall.

Logan rolled over to lay on his back and curse the ceiling. He closed his eyes and then got up to take a shower. He released any built up sexual aggressions before punching at the walls and standing under the spray of warm water, cursing himself of how foolish he had been. Returning to bed but leaving the bathroom light on, he lay there and listened to Remy's soft movements, downstairs.

Around three in the morning, Logan awoke to find himself in bed alone. Sitting up and listening for any noise from downstairs, he heard only quiet. Tossing the covers off and standing up, Logan made his way downstairs to find the livingroom light on and Remy curled against one side of the sofa, his head resting on a small round pillow, with a book and an empty cup.

Logan stood there a second and let the scene embed itself before moving to a linen closet, across from their bedroom, and grabbing a warm cotton blanket. Quietly and carefully, he slipped the cup and then the book from Remy's hands and gently draped the yellow material over his nude lover. Closing the book he had set aside, Logan glanced at the cover, Poetry For Children. He smiled and set it back down on the coffeetable before taking the cup out to the kitchen.

Setting the cup down in the sink and shutting the light off, Logan took one last look at Remy before shutting the livingroom light off and returning back upstairs. He was at least glad to see that Remy wasn't depriving himself of sleeping. Curling up with Remy's pillow, Logan's thoughts drifted back to when Gabriel was still with them, and how happy they had all been. It was the first time since they left him with his aunt and uncle, that Logan took the time to think about him. He had forced himself to be strong for Remy, when Remy wasn't able to be strong for himself. But now, it seemed that he was only depriving himself of completing his family with Remy.

TBC...