I'm Just The Paper Boy

Remy answered the phone on the last ring and waited for Scott to finish sputtering that someone had finally answered before he spoke. His eyes never left Logan's expression. "I think we should talk, cher, but why don' I come to you, non?"

"Yea, sure. Here's the new address." Scott gave him the address to a fancy Condo complex on the other side of town from where he and Remy had been living. He had found himself a comfy place to watch hot, young male bodies soak up rays along side the crystal blue pool the complex surrounded. He had thought it would be a fresh start but a week after he got there, he found it lonely and tormenting as he had only wished for Remy to be around to share the view with.

Scott took a few last looks around to make sure everything was perfect when Remy arrived. He had even taken the chance to light several well-placed scented candles and turned the lights to a dim. Brushing his teeth and combing his hair again, he waited for the doorbell to ring. His groin was already feeling the blush of an erection at the thought of Remy agreeing to finally meet him. He dabbed on some cologne and "perked" himself up a moment before there was a knock on the door. Three taps was Remy's usual way of getting Scott to open the door, there was no way Scott would ever forget it.

Jogging to the front door and pausing as he took a look around before opening the door, Scott took a moment to put a smile on as the door swung open wide. "Remy! Glad you finally gave me a chance." He stared at the young man in the doorway, thinking about how good Remy looked in his tight jeans and tucked in black silk shirt. "Won't you...." he started, "come in?" Seeing a second man appear next to Remy was enough to make his smile fade and drown out any possible means of make up sex. "Logan."

"Summers."

"Come in." The invitation was said under his breath as he moved aside for Logan and Remy to enter. Scott could only imagine what was to come next. "I didn't know you were bringing a friend, Remy?" As Remy past him, Scott slyly brushed his hand against Remy's. Remy barely noticed the touch but Logan noticed completely.

Logan paused before stepping inside. He eyed Remy and then Scott, feeling a little insecure about the meeting. As he did step inside and Scott closed the door behind him, Logan stood there and watched Remy casually recline on an end of the leather sofa. Cocking his head to one side and watching as Scott crossed the room and sat on the other end, he thought he would address the subject first. "So this is the kid you left me for?"

The shock on Remy's face caught Logan's eye but he didn't show it. Remy hadn't been told why Logan wanted to meet with Scott, he only knew that there was a problem between them that needed to be sorted out. Remy sat quietly but turned to look at Scott, waiting the the answer also.

Scott leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs and clasping his hands together. "I -uh- it didn't start out like that."

"No, huh? Hn, how did it start out as?"

Turning his body to face Scott, placing his right arm on the back of the sofa and bringing his right leg up to rest, bent on the cushion in front of him, Remy added in, "oui, I'm interested too." He wasn't exactly sure where this was going but he wanted to know where he stood, in case things went from bad to worse.

Logan crossed his arms and made no move to sit down. He glanced at Remy and found that the young Cajun was sincere about his unknowing of Logan and Scott being an item before him.

Scott kept his head bent and stared at his hands. "You were always doing something that made me feel like I was just 'there.' So, after work, I'd go out and have a few before I went home. A friend of mine had this business and said it was a great way to earn cash and--" he was cut off before he had to say the real reason of the acting agency.

"You seduce young men, non? You use other boys so you can have your way wit' dem? Like Remy, hehn?" Remy was slightly upset but more hurt than anything.

"No."

"Den what? Huh? You had Logan at home, wit' you. You had a good job and home but you play around? Why?"

Scott sighed and stood up, moving around the back of the sofa, not looking at either man. "I didn't do it to cause a rift between anyone. And the films were made on true pretenses. The scouting and casting sex was just something to blow off steam." He came around to Remy's left side and knelt down. He found himself staring deeply into Remy's eyes as the younger man turned to look at him. "I wanted you because you were fresh, young, and sexy. But I could do things with you that I couldn't with" Scott stood and glared at Logan, "you."

Remy's voice was flat. "Like what?"

"Well, we couldn't just up and go somewhere on a whim, Logan had to stay home and work or if we did go anywhere, it was to old battlefield re-enactments. The sex was great, afterwards. The sex was fantastic, anyway, but" Scott turned back to Remy, "Logan knew it all already. There was nothing for me to teach him. With you,.... you were- amazing. You were like a little child that had a massive curious streak. We did everything, sometimes all night. Look Remy, I know I got unbearable sometimes."

Remy shot him a sideways glance at the understatement.

"Okay, alot," Scott ammended. "But, doing things with you and doing things with Logan was like night and day. The more you and I got along and argued, the more I missed Logan. Logan would make sure everything was okay before turning off the lights at night. He'd be waiting for me when I got home late. He'd clean up and understand my obsessiveness. When it came to me and you, you would clean up but we'd argue over where the dishes went or the silverware not being in the right spots." Scott saw the reaction play on Remy's face and then looked over at Logan to see if Logan understood his point.

"Did you care at all for me, Scott?" Remy asked.

Scott was taken aback. "Of course. There was plenty of love for you, Remy."

"Did you love me for me, or because I was not Logan?"

"I loved you, Remy."

Loved. Past tense.

Logan cleared his throat. "That's it, huh? You met him on a con, fucked him, and then broke up with me because you found someone younger than you to fuck. Was that before or after the day you came home in a pissy mood?"

Scott looked down to gather the courage to answer. "It was that afternoon." He stood and went over to Logan, putting his arms around the older man. "This afternoon, I tried to tell you that I finally figured it out, Logan. I just didn't know you and Remy were already together."

"We're not."

The comment had caused Remy to blink back the shock and pain he felt from hearing it out loud.

Scott was geting more and more desperate and learning that Logan and Remy were not an item, yet, was a good start. "Then, let's start all over again. We could do it. I have a few offers from Quebec, and some from British Columbia. We could move and start brand new, Logan. Please!"

Logan took a long, slow breath and kept his gaze even as he stared into the ruby lenses. "What about the Cajun? Where does he fit into all of this? Let me guess, the three of us move to Canada, get a nice spread in the mountains somewhere and take turns fucking each other senseless, right? I'm not in this just for the sex, Summers. I came here tonight to find out just what the Hell is goin' on between you and LeBeau. So far, we've established how you two met. Now, I'm thinking that it was all a rouse to get me back. Is that it? This is just one of your 'film ideas.' What does he get in return?" Logan now turned his attention to the young Cajun who was still sitting on the sofa, calmly. "What do you get out of this mess?"

Thinking for a second and shaking his head as he met Logan's eyes, Remy summed it up plainly; "I'm just the paperboy." Standing now, he faced the door and crossed the few steps to get to the knob and turned it. "I'll leave you two alone so you can do whatever, eh?" Remy took one last long look at Scott and wrenched the door open and left, door shutting promptly behind him.

He had won. Smiling, Scott closed the gap between he and Logan and kissed the shorter, hairy man. It had seemed that Logan kissed him back as the other man grabbed Scott's arms. The kiss deepened and he sensed that Logan had needed him too. Scott moved quickly and started unbuttoning Logan's shirt. He broke the kiss and sank to his knees, fidgeting with Logan's belt and jeans fastenings. Freeing the erection, he licked and sucked greedily, letting his head bob fiercely as he tried to prove his passion to his ex-lover.

Scott had been right, Logan had wanted it. Even needed it. Logan let himself enjoy the play before spraying the inside of Scott's warm mouth. With hands on Scott's shoulders, Logan bruisingly pushed the other man away. As he zipped himself back up, their eyes locked. "Savour the taste, it'll be the last you get." Making his own way to the door, he paused and turned back to Scott, still sitting on the floor, staring at him. "How does it feel to be the toy, Scott?" Logan left quietly and made his way to the parking lot, where Remy sat on the tailgate of his blue pickup and waited.

"Dat was quick."

Logan kept walking around to the passengar's side and opened the door. "He was always just a quickie. Let's go."

Remy was quiet the whole way back and Logan kept glancing over to make sure he was all right. The glow of the dash lights gave Remy a faint glow and made his poker face less visible as it seemed to have cracked. His mind filled with the events of earlier. In Logan's bedroom, Logan had wanted him. But, in Scott's living room, he was nothing to him. Remy had no idea of Logan's prior engagement to Scott but he could see what Scott had given up, all to be with him. Those were the thoughts that tore at a person's subconscious, eating up his insides and spitting his heart out and letting it lie broken on the floor. He decided he wouldn't press the issue with Logan, he would just start looking for his own place. Tomorrow.


Continued.