Second Chances

Logan kissed Remy's lips, again, before the young man had time to stop him. He tried his best to reassure the Cajun that this was no game Logan was playing but real, pure emotion. Being out of his element, Logan continued with small kisses that lingered until he felt Remy give into him.

Remy leaned back against the countre and gingerly pulled Logan to him while keeping the kiss. When his hips were pressed back by the weight of Logan's Remy gave a small gasp. His fingers clutched at the fabric of the man's shirt. He wanted this but still the paranoia that he'd step over the invisible line held him back to some degree.

Logan deepened the kiss, keeping himself at bay was becoming the hard part. It was a sense about Remy that the Cajun wanted so much more but wasn't about to take the full reins just yet. He could feel Remy's thin hands on him as his own worked through the silken tresses of Remy's shaggy hair.

Remy couldn't help the tremble in his limbs as he felt the slight pull of Logan's fingers in his hair. He increased the depth of his kiss. Tugging the bigger man ever so much closer. The wide thigh pressed between his, making him growl into the kiss.

Logan raised his hands to guide the shirt material over Remy's head while keeping his mouth busy with Remy's. Once the shirt was off, Logan broke from his lips and started to kiss his way to Remy's toned chest.

Remy's hands wanted to fist in Logan's hair but he didn't. He clutched the counter behind him. His heat pounded in his chest like a caged bird. His skin tingled everywhere Logan's mouth touched. Soft little sighs escaped his lips and he let himself enjoy the sensations Logan was summoning.

He found the desire to touch Logan was overwhelming. His hands drifted from the counter to stroke into Logan's hair. He brought the man's head back up so he could initiate a deep searching kiss. Clever hands traced small patterns over Logan's shoulders. Searching touches trailed down the front of the big man's chest. Nesting in the thatch of hair as Remy sucked at Logan's full bottom lip. He was elated and terrified at the same time. He wanted this to be something to shake the fog from his mind. He wanted this. His fingers drifted lower. He grazed the waist band of the jeans and pulled back in the kiss a little. Remy needed to see Logan's eyes.

Logan was very aware of what Remy was searching for. As his head told him to be cautious, his heart told him to try and open up into something new. After all, he didn't want to force Remy completely away from everyone, more than he already was. Reaching around and pulling Remy's hips to his seemed to create more friction between them as Remy continued his roamings.

Unsure for a moment if he had pushed things too fast Remy brought his hands back up and traced the edges of Logan's collarbones. He liked the press of their groins against each other and made a rather embarrassing moan that was swallowed by Logan. He brake the kiss for air. Their mouths just inches apart, sharing breath. Remy's eyes were wide and glassy as he looked at the man. His wandering fingers came up to trace the line of Logan's jaw and it struck him how different he was from Alex. Alex. The memory ambushed Remy making his chest clench and the pain to well up fast. He gripped his hands into fists and bit back the gasp that wanted out. Unbidden, tears began to slip down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey.. shhh shhh" Logan whispered as he planted soft, light kisses on Remy's lips while wiping the streaking tears that had missed the stopping point of Remy's eyes. "It's okay. Shh." The thunder raged on outside, driving bolts of lightning burst outside the window and flashed tiny slivers of tenderness in each man's eyes the other hadn't seen before.

Remy was startled by the tenderness of the kisses. When Logan made the comforting sounds it seemed to break through the wall Remy was trying to scale. His hand looped around Logan's neck. He pressed his whole body to Logan's and let out a breathy sound. "Want to feel something other then de pain," he whispered and then turned his face to press his lips to Logan's ear. "Help me feel dat, please?" The question was spoke with such a soul deep need.

Logan stared intently into Remy's eyes for the longest moment and then nodded. He was forced to admit to himself that he needed something to numb the pain, as well. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he found himself staring at his reflection, over Remy's shoulder and asking himself if what he was doing was right. Something in the depth of his soul told him to let it go. Taking a breath and then a daring hand to place it on Remy's denimed hardness, he answered, "this?"

The response was instant. Remy's teeth clamped on his own bottom lip and he tilted his head back. "Uhhh...Dat's a good start," Remy gasped and then found his hands once again drifting down Logan's torso. He looped his fingers in the loops on Logan's jeans and tugged at them. I wanted to feel Logan's skin on his. The tugging made them bump together and pin Logan's hand between their hardened lengths. The sensation buzzed up Remy's spine and he moaned in a very vulnerable manner. His skin flushed with arousal and he sought Logan's mouth with his for more deep but harder kisses.

Logan gave a small moan in the joining but quickly summed the situation. Working his hand to unfasten his own jeans so that he could slither out of the rest of his clothing, he paused. "You uh- got some jelly or somethin--? Not so sure this'll be a slippery venture."

Remy smirked a little at the question. He let his eyes roam over Logan's bare skin, breath hitched a little. "Yeah..." he said and then grasped Logan's hands. "Let's go back in there." he whispered softly and pressed a quick kiss to Logan's cheek. Remy walked backwards through the open door leading Logan after him. His eyes were bright with desire. When they reached the bed he let go and moved to remove his own remaining clothing. Once bare Remy stepped up close to Logan and just felt the friction of their bare skin rubbing together. He made a very deep sound in his throat.

Remy grasped his hands to Logan's hips and ground them against his. They both let out delighted sounds. He brought his mouth to the hollow of Logan's throat. His tongue made small circles as he tasted the skin. Salt and a pleasant musk tingles his senses. He let his mouth wander down the slope of shoulder. His white teeth sank into the skin. He tickled the sink between his jaws with his tongue making Logan growl at the feeling. He wanted to taste more. "Lay back on de bed," Remy whispered, husky and low. He pressed Logan back to the bed.

Logan sidestepped his way over to the side of the bed and sat down. His first reaction was to hesitate but reluctantly, he obliged. He watched Remy closely at what the younger man was doing.

Remy walked over to stand before Logan. His fingers cupped the older man's face. He tipped it up to hold Logan's gaze. "Want to explore you," he cooed and straddled Logan's lap. He sat on the firm lap, hands braced on the broad shoulders as he pressed soft licking kisses to the man's neck sliding down to his chest. He nuzzled into the soft hair finding one tiny pebbled nipple and catching it in his teeth. He liked the way Logan hissed. He moved to the other and repeated the action. Lifting his head he sucked a hard kiss from the big man.

Logan moaned and grabbed Remy's bare hips. He wanted to see Remy's full naked body but couldn't bring himself to look while Remy was atop him. He felt his own erection growing harder, more demanding. Was Remy teasing him to see how far he could push Logan? Or was he getting himself worked up over his own curiosity? His hands slid up the thin sides to Remy's ribcage and let his thumbs flick tiny circles into Remy's pert nipples, getting a much enjoyable rise out of the younger man.

Remy arched a bit, making their hardening lengths brush together. He shivered with arousal and had to suck in a deep breath. "Lay back," he whispered, pressing his forehead to Logan's. Remy wanted to let his mouth roam some more. He was shaking a little, the nerves were returning and he couldn't believe he was acting like an untried teenager.

Logan obliged but watched Remy as he explored Logan's body, evenly. He silently wondered to himself of how Remy treated his solid lovers and not just a "so-called first time." He knew Remy was a top but how far did Remy take the control game? Logan found himself demanding that he be patient with Remy. A sharp inhale as he closed his eyes and felt Remy's mouth on his bare skin again.

Remy knelt nest to Logan looking him over for a beat before leaning down to brace his hand on either side of the man's torso. His lips and tongue painted wet trails on Logan's belly. he pushed his nose into the flesh and breathed Logan in. One talented hands rubbed down the ladder of Logan's side. Fingertips dancing along the muscles and contours. He leaned back again and caught looked at Logan's face as he ran one finger down the length of the engorged shaft. He grinned when it twitched at his touch. Grasping the member in a loose hold he stroked slowly. Getting a feel for his new lover's length.

Logan hissed at the bruntness of the touch. His voice retreated from his throat and kept him from speaking as he continued to watch as Remy's explored. A hand cupped the back of Remy's neck as he tried not to let his nerves over take him. It had been a long time for someone else to lie with him and stroke him like a lover would. Twitching a grin, his eyes locked onto Remy's and invited the youth to continue. An inhale and a small shiver pressed him deeper into the bed.

Emboldened by the small smile and the hand on his neck, Remy moved to slide further down Logan's body. He kept his hand moving in the slow lazy manner. His kisses falling on the man's hip and then down his thigh. He turned to press his cheek to the warm skin. He watched his hands moving on the shaft and he licked his lips. Taking a deep breath he moved quickly. He littered the head with tiny kisses. Remy thrilled at the taste and how Logan groaned. He knew he was driving the man a little crazy with his slow approach. Giving in and taking the length into his mouth he moved with a steady bobbing. He brought the older man to a fully ridged state quickly.

Logan groaned, loudly. "Gawd, Cajun!" Arching his hips up to meet Remy's warm mouth, he found it was a knee-jerk reaction to what Remy's obvious talents were, aside from being quite the handsome young man. Stars shot from behind Logan's closed eyes and he inhaled sharply to gain some semblance. Remy certainly knew what he was doing and was not shy about getting to the business end of things. Relaxing himself, he found it was a fight between Remy sucking and Logan coming. It was a trick he had thought was well-covered.

Remy almost got lost in the pleasure of his action. He let his hands moved up and down Logan's thighs, soothing the trembling muscles. He took pity on the man and slowly let the length slip from his lips. Looking up at Logan, he gave a small smirk before slipping to lay beside him. Long fingered hands swirled in comforting touches as he pressed a kiss to Logan's mouth. Nipping at the bottom lip he panted a little. He was fully aroused by their exploration and he wanted to feel more. This simple exchange of pleasure was pushing the darkness from his mind. He stroked his fingers along Logan's mouth and whispered softly, "in the bedside drawer, there is a bottle of slick." His eyes shined with desire and lust.

Logan raised his left hand and grabbed the knob to open the drawer. "You got protection, too?"

Remy cocked his head and tweaked one of Logan's nipples. "Course I do." he said nodding at the drawer. "In dere, but...." he held his breath and then shook his head. 'Nevermind. Dey in the drawer," he replied and lowered his head to kiss at Logan's shoulder.

Logan quirked with question but reached into the drawer and pulled out a small tube and what felt like thin wrappers. Handing them to Remy, Logan fought to see clearly in the dark. He pushed himself to sit up and examine the handful more closely. "Cherry flavoured, huh?" he smirked at the pile and then glanced up to Remy's expression.

The younger man was still for a moment and then he seemed to shake something off his shoulders. "Yeah..." he said. The flavor was something Alex liked them to use. Looking at the items he quirked his lips and held out his hand. "Want me to help you?" he asked knowing Logan was still all at sea about just what to do. He was prepared to do the technical stuff in order for them to get on with the good stuff. "I know you not the type of man to be topped." he said softly and pushed a lock of hair behind his ear. "Not usually my position either, but I want to be with you..." he said pressing his head back to the pillows feeling strangle exposed suddenly.

Logan's eyes was able to focus on a few images in the dark but not completely. He did realise that what he had also handed Remy was not condoms at all but pictures. Pictures of Remy and-- clearing his throat in an innocent attempt, he reached for the pile to correct his mistake. "Sorry, didn't reach far enough." Logan swallowed and waited for Remy to release the pile so that he could find what he was looking for. He hoped his small mistake didn't kill the mood.

Remy colored and was glad for the dimness. "S'ok," he mumbled and took a very deep breath. His chest was trying to clamp down again, his neck felt like it was trapped in a vice. He looked at Logan just making him out in the dark. "Come on back over here," he cooed, trying to cover the welter of emotions the pictures brought up. He didn't want to feel the pain. Remy wanted to feel Logan. He was laying on his back, he held out his hand in offering. The rousing of Alex's memory made Remy feel he was pushing Logan too hard. He chewed his lip as he waited for the man to take his hand.

Sniffing the change of tone in the air, Logan casually slid his hand into Remy's.

Remy wanted to feel Logan's body against him. "Pour some of the gel on your fingers," he cooed and his heart rate picked up. He was more than a little nervous about this but he couldn't say he didn't want it. "Think it best if we lay on our side?" he asked drawing Logan to him and snuffling in the crook of his neck.

"Sure." Logan did as instructed. He found that the gel in his hand was chilly with the air of the air conditioner. Awaiting further instruction, he let Remy guide him into position.

Remy slithered off Logan and settled his long limbs on the bed next to him. He rolled onto his side with his back to Logan. Looking over his shoulder he smiled softly. "Come closer, cher," he whispered. He bent his top resting leg and drew it up. His body more accessible to Logan in this position. "Just go slow, need to stretch me before I can take dat anaconda you got," he joked, trying to lighten the damper the photos had put on his boldness.

Logan looked down and admired the firm backside Remy offered him. Playing with the gel on his fingers, Logan placed a cool fingertip on Remy's crack and pressed his finger deeper until he pushed at the tight ring. His middle finger pressed gingerly into the opening and paused at the first knuckle. "Hurtin' ya?" he whispered over Remy's pale shoulder as he felt the younger man tense at the entry.

"Non, just give me a second." Remy said breathing slowly and willing his body not to fight the probing. He reached back to thread his fingers in Logan's hair. "Keep going." he urged. He arched his lower back lifting his bottom to give Logan more easy for his preparations. "Been a very long time since Remy did dis," he said softly and the turned to kiss the big man's jaw. He let out a high pitch moan when Logan's finger slipped deeper.

Logan kissed the shoulder he looked over and slowly moved the finger in and out of Remy before gently adding the second. "Haven't made love in four years so, yer one up on me." Logan suddenly found himself getting eager. Planting his fingers deep and then removing them, Logan tore open the wrapper with his mouth before sliding the neon blue condom over his length with the same slick fingers. Taking the tube and slipping it into the crack, Logan gave it a squeeze into the slickened entrance.

Remy shivered at the rush of cool gel and he gasped a little. He turned his head as far as he could to suck a deep sideways kiss from Logan's mouth. "Want to feel you," he whispered. When Logan's eagerness became contagious Remy bucked his hips back a little. "Take me, Chere," he said and turned his head back to fist one hand under the pillow his head rested on. He took a deep breath as Logan pressed into him. The burn was sharp and took his breath. He panicked for a moment before unclenching his muscles. When the thickness went all the way in, Remy cried out and was blinded by the fullness. Logan wasn't small by any means. He Breathed through the burn until is subsided to a throbbing. His free hand was fisted in the sheets with a hard grip.

Logan inched his way in slowly, reaching over the thin, heaving body to entwine his fingers with Remy's. A light rhythm started and Logan found it was a tight squeeze, tighter than most virgins he had, in his youth. "Damn, yer tight." Hoping the condom didn't rip, Logan pulled himself to the brink of exiting and paused with only the tip inside Remy. "Is uh- this why you prefer bein' on top?" He hoped it didn't sound as crude as it had to him but he had wondered why Remy chose to be the masculine of the lovers.

Remy was beginning to make breathy panting sounds. "Think it's my need to be in control," he gasped out. His fingers tightened on Logan's and he willed his inner muscles. "Have a stubborn streak a mile wide," Remy joked and then let out a low moan. The pace Logan was giving him was slowly building the heat between them. He felt a wave of emotions bubbling up and he sucked in a deep breath. His eyes pricked with tears that he wouldn't let fall. "Just want to feel something, want to feel you," he whispered and thrust his small hips back against Logan's next plunge sending the man deeper into his body.

Logan smirked at the push back, into Remy. Lifting the hand that was entwined with Remy's, Logan moved them down to snare Remy's forgotten hardness. Soft but tense strokes along the shaft while he deepened his rhythm inside Remy was driving more than Remy wild with passion. He wasn't sure how long he could hold out, or if Remy would accept his release inside him. He had felt a little guilty wanting to release inside another man but went with the motions until Remy said otherwise.

Remy's head pressed back into Logan's shoulder as he let the sounds flow from his lips. H was getting close. This slow and deep lovemaking was robbing him of his ability to think clearly. He moved with the thrusts and strokes, caught between the two ends of pleasure. "Uhhhh Logan..." he moaned and clenched his teeth. "Harder," Remy grit out between his teeth. He wanted the deep strokes to bring them both to that peak. "Want to feel you cum," Remy grunted as Logan's inward thrust went deeper than any had so far.

Logan complied with the request and forced his hips deeper to the point of pelvic bone to tailbone. Grabbing Remy tighter, he stroked with intensity as they paced rhythmically. Logan felt himself break into sweat and found it increasingly hard to contain himself.

"I want to feel you let go, Chere." Remy gasped and his body clenched. He was so close. His belly was tightening and he scrunched his eyes closed. He made long vowel sounds as his climax loomed big and bright just out of reach. "Uh Logan, can feel you all through me..." he stammered out and then tightened his muscles intentionally. He wanted to give Logan the best orgasm he could. Hoping that maybe, just maybe the older man would enjoy it enough to try again. His heart fully in the act, Remy pushed back harder trying to milk the man's release from him with his own tight clenching sheath.

The pressure and strength of Remy's muscles around him was becoming harder to dodge. Joining their hips one last time, Logan couldn't hold back any longer. Audibly, he moaned in passion as his eyes slid closed and he pants as thick, hot fluid left him and filled the tight body he was inside. A cold sweat spread over their bodies as Logan tipped his head and kissed the shoulder in slight apology for squeezing Remy with crushing grip. He found himself still coming inside the younger man as Remy was still coming in their hands. A heavy sigh as he silently hoped it was pleasurable for Remy. He knew it was for him, whether or not he would admit it aloud.

Remy was blinded by the orgasm. He thought he might have moaned out Logan's name but he couldn't be sure. He drew deep breaths, trying to blink his vision back. When he could think straight again he looked over his shoulder and clenched the softening length still inside him. "Thank you, Logan," he whispered his voice breaking a little. "You shared dis with me and now I think I can feel my heart beating again," he confessed and then as if realizing what he said he turned his face back to the pillow and reached for the tissue box to clean their hands. As he gently wiped Logan's hand clean he felt the man slip from his body. He had a slightly empty pang in his stomach but he brushed it off.

It took a full minute for Logan to acknowledge his surroundings and who was speaking to him. Letting Remy finish cleaning himself, Logan snuggled down and drew Remy close to him, the chill sending shivers up and down his body.

Remy hadn't expected the cuddling. It warmed his heart, He noticed Logan's shivering and reached to drew the blanket over them. With the big man spooning him from behind Remy felt protected and safe. It was a relief. He could finally relax as he hadn't in far too long.

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Logan slipped into his bed just before dawn arose. He settled down, into his bed and had just closed his eyes when his alarm went off. "Shit." With a sigh, he rolled over and slapped it off. He didn't have to be at work until the afternoon so, he figured he would catch up on sleep. He had spent the night before watching Remy sleep and wondering why he couldn't look away. Tossing and turning, Logan had a hard time getting the previous night's events out of his mind and an even harder time calming his waking manhood.

Every breathe in was like inhaling Remy's spicy scent and every exhale was spending a pant of movement in and out of Remy's tight body. His hands sweat with the feel of the soft skin of the man beneath him and his lips felt the sweet taste of Remy's. Groaning in protest, Logan rolled over, onto his stomach and buried his head under the pillow as the sun peeked through the heavy curtains.

When sleep finally took him, all Logan could dream about was being with Remy, alone in his bedroom but with someone in the shadows, watching. As much as he and Remy tried to be romantic, both felt they were being watched. Though, neither felt scrutinised, it made Logan uncomfortable nonetheless. Sighing and turning around, Logan saw the glow of the eyes and felt the heat of the stare but no face to go with it. He removed himself from the bed and stood beside it, calling into the darkness for the voyeur to show themselves. When none came forward, Logan offered a step towards them, noting the glowing eyes didn't move at all.

Logan looked back at Remy but found Remy was calling him back to bed with a seductive tone. When he looked back at the glowing eyes, they were closer to the end of the bed but the eyes remained the only thing Remy and Logan saw. Logan wondered if Remy saw the eyes at all being that he paid no attention to them, other than the initial introduction to them. "Don't you see them? Starin ' right at us."

Remy smiled and nodded.

Logan was thoroughly confused in what to do. When he tried to move any closer to the dark figure, he found he couldn't budge. The only direction he could move in was towards Remy and sleepily doing so while removing his clothing and crawling into bed to make love. The watching eyes stayed in the back of his mind, along with the gradual change of sceneries from Remy's bedroom to a white, fluffy cloud to Logan's bedroom.

Logan's eyes shot open and flinched at the bright afternoon sunlight that streamed into his room. Sitting up, he searched his bed for any sign of Remy or the watching eyes but found none. Nothing. Not even a single auburn thread of hair Logan felt so comfortable holding in his hands. Was it a dream, or was someone playing a trick on him? It never once dawned on him who the eyes were and why were they pushing him towards Remy?

It was time to get up and get moving to go to work or he would be late.


TBC.