Saving....Gabriel?

Two days had passed and Remy was still moping around the house. He barely ate anything and had taken up residency on the sofa for what little he did sleep. The anger had swelled up in him and wore him out at the last possible hour of the night, making him useless the next morning and most of the afternoon. He wasn't mad at Logan, he just couldn't bear to lie next to a man he loved that shared different opinions.

Logan paid little attention to the pouting but grew concerned with Remy's new habits. When Remy would retire to the livingroom, after dinner, Logan would watch from afar and make sure he was comfortable after falling asleep. He'd sigh and quietly care for his mate, careful not to wake Remy. Logan was only making himself feel better though. Hour after long hour, he'd sit and watch Remy have fits in his sleep. Often he would doze off while sitting on the stairs but, wake when Remy would moan or muffle a yell into the pillow.

Several hours later, Remy would wake and scream about terrible visions dancing in his head about Gabriel. A slight jump as his forearms were grabbed and someone pulled him to them. Logan. He had forgotten that Logan was in the room. His eyes remained shut as he reached up to wrap his arms around Logan's shoulders and smack his lips against his lover's. A long, deep kiss that sucked the breath from Logan's lungs was all Remy could do to keep from screaming his frustrations.

Softening himself into the kiss, Logan held Remy tighter and eased him back onto the sofa. He moaned and pressed his body against the younger man's. "Rem,..... come to bed. Don't beat yourself up for something you can't fix." Pulling back to look at the young man who gazed glazedly up at him, Logan found himself speaking what he had thought for days.

"Non," Remy shook his head lightly. "Stay here wit' me. Want to make love on de sofa."

Logan smiled coyly. He had hoped Remy would let him get close to him but, everytime he tried, Remy backed away. "All the stuff's upstairs. B'sides, more room on the bed."

Shaking his head again, Remy smiled and whispered, "den go get de stuff." Kissing Logan seductively, he winked and nudged Logan to his feet.

"Okay, okay. I'll be right back. You uh-- get comfortable." With one last kiss, Logan hurried upstairs to retrieve the gel and a few miscellaneous things from the bedside table. His mind instantly wandered around what to do with Remy, and he smirked at the flood of ideas that filled his aroused brain.

Running downstairs, his footsteps thumped loudly on the carpet-covered stairs. Logan found Remy naked and wating eagerly for his lover's return. He laughed softly and heaved himself over the back of the sofa, landing gently down, ontop of Remy. Passionate kisses against the younger lips told him that the man beneath him was ready for him. "Mm."

"I- I want you, Logan." Helping Logan to strip off his clothing, Remy was kissed more and more as the older man agreed. The sight of Logan's erection sent shivers down his body, causing his own erection to spring to life. The thud of the gel, and a bullet-shaped vibrator hitting the floor beside Logan's clothes, made Remy lean over to look. "What you t'ink you gonna do with all of dat, mon cher?"

Logan laughed again as he licked Remy's right collarbone. "We haven't played in a long while. Thought we might find use of this stuff, since we bought it."

A curl to Remy's soft pink lips was a welcomed and overdelayed smile. A hand on his guiding it to the older man's erection gave him a jolt as he started working a glob of the gel over the rigid length. He had wanted Logan for a long time now, and the feelings of his alienated lover came crashing down around his sanity. The emotion of lust was stronger than before. The press of the head pushed at his entrance as a hot, wet mouth was once again at his throat. He moaned as the initial push inside felt good.

"Ah, I want this, Rem."

Blunt ache at his hips gave Remy the strength to press his fingertips into Logan's strong arms. An inch more inside him and Remy was biting his lower lip to keep from screaming out. Another press inside made Remy arch up into Logan's hard body. "Oh, Logan, ah-"

Logan paused what he was doing and leaned back to look at Remy. "Let it happen, Rem. We both need this, tonight, now." Re-immersing himself in the lust he felt for his lover, Logan became unaware of what he was doing to the younger man beneath him.

For the most part, Remy was quite enjoying what was happening. He clawed and nipped at Logan's arms and shoulders, numbing his mind at the events that had caused him to shut down his feelings. The mumblings that Logan was whispering to him was slowly seeping in. Remy wanted this, and needed the feeling of Logan inside him, his soul, and his mind. As the timed thrusts started to increase in stride, something in Remy's mind brought him back to the consciousness of where they were. The pants began to take the form of strangled panic and moans of silenced agony. Reaching down, between them, Remy touched himself as a lover would. Flacid. The panic started to carry over into his voice and he began pushing Logan out and away from him, covering his limp erection as he bolted upright and ran to the kitchen sink.

Stunned and rejected, Logan sat there on the sofa a moment. Gathering his weakened ego, he stood up and padded into the kitchen. Flicking on the light, he stood in the doorway and stared at Remy, arms braced against the countre as he stared into the deep, stainless steel sink. "It's uh," stepping closer, Logan spoke softly, "it's okay, Rem. It happens."

"S'not okay. Want to make love to you, an' can' even do dat!" Slamming his fist down on the countre, Remy's eyes filled with tears. His fingers flew up to wipe at his tears as he heard Logan's footsteps come up behind him.

Logan was shushing him. His hands placed themselves gently on Remy's thin and warm forearms. Trying to turn Remy to face him, Logan caught the soft sobs and his heart broke even more. "Hey, it's okay, Rem. It can wait until we really want it. Right now, just come to bed, okay? Come on, I'll give you a back rub, huh?" His right hand rubbed lightly at the smooth skin on Remy's back. He breathed a sigh of relief as Remy finally agreed to go upstairs and into their bed. "C'mon." Leading the way upstairs, Logan held on to Remy hand all the way up, until they reached their bedroom.
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When the door was closed, Remy started shivering and stood in between the bed and the door. He had shut Logan out for too long, and it wasn't fair to either of them. Hands were on his shoulders, kisses on his nape, and a warm body pressed against his back. A visible shudder racked his body.

"Feel me, Rem. Just feel me."

Remy inhaled and closed his eyes to let the being of Logan's emotional basis sink in. He inhaled again as his skin began to tingle and twitch. Keeping his eyes closed, Remy was guided to the end of the bed to sit while Logan did something about the room. "Logan?" The silence of Logan had made him uncomfortable, and all he could feel from the other man was lust.

"Still here, Rem." Logan's voice came from behind Remy. "Eyes closed, and turn around, and crawl up the bed to me."

Remy did what he was asked but stopped when he ran into Logan's hairy, naked body. "Logan, dis ain't-"

"Shh." Logan hushed him with his hand and only helped Remy to straddle him, as he lay on the bed, and impale himself on Logan's hard erection. "Don't watch, just feel. Clear your mind and let this happen." Helping Remy to move up and down, he smiled as Remy had started to smile and moan in pleasure. "Gimme yer hands." Placing the thin, shaky hands on his chest, Logan let Remy play in the curled fuzz on his chest.

Remy did so with a little nervousness. He had never done it with his eyes closed, and had never wanted to. He liked watching Logan in their play. Remy felt himself go all the way down to Logan's hips like the limb inside him was the width of a finger. Logan was slick and ready, and Remy was getting extremely excited about it.

It was Logan's turn to pant and moan, and he had to force himself to control it as not to come before Remy did. The friction between he and Remy was becoming even more slick and more heated as Remy continued to move up and down atop him. Logan grabbed Remy's hips and held them tightly with each bounce. Remy began to move faster and more timed, and Logan was finding it hard to keep up. Remy was close and Logan knew it. Wrapping his hand around Remy's neglected erection, Logan stroked in time with Remy's bounces and squeezed a little harder with each thrust. "That's it, Rem. Let it happen."

Remy was getting tired of keeping his eyes closed, and was getting even more tired of the work out that he nor Logan had gained anything by. Slowing down and deepening his strides, Remy leaned over and opened his eyes to stare into Logan's as his jaw locked up, and his muscles clenched and warm sprays of semen spread out over Logan's muscular stomach. At the same time, Logan couldn't hold out anymore and his concentration had splintered, sending warm, thick fluid up, into Remy's rectum.

Wrapping his arms around the young man, still on top of him, Logan yawned and lay there in the dark, listening to the deep inhales and exhales of sleep Remy had submitted to. He closed his eyes and drifted off to a pleasantly numb sleep, noting to himself that he was taking tomorrow off.
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Sometime during the pre-dawn hours, the phone rang and both men fumbled to answer it.

"I got it, cher." Remy had twisted himself, in his sleep, to lay with his head on Logan's stomach and his long legs to dangle over his side of the bed. "Hello...?"

"Remy?" The small voice speaking Remy's name, on the other side of the line, was enough to capture the intended callee's full attention.

Remy sat up and blinked, looking at the numbers on the clock and shaking his head. "Gabriel? Where are you, petit? What's wrong?"

"I'm at McDonald's. Can you come get me, please? I'm scared." The tiny voice faltered with fear and shivers of cold.

Remy nudged Logan, who sat up out of curiosity. "Oui, petit, you just tell Remy where, an' I'll come get ya." As Remy listened to the directions, he waited for Logan to bring him his clothes and keys. He hung up and snaked into his jeans and sweater before dashing into the bathroom to freshen up, and then dash out of the house after giving Logan a goodbye kiss.

"Three in the mornin, and the kid's callin for a pick up. This can't be good," Logan mumbled to himself. Slipping on some shorts, Logan went down to make some coffee and then get the extra bedroom ready for their surprise visitor. He shook his head and shuddered at what explanation the boy might have to tell. He hoped the story would be that Gabriel was simply lonely, or missing them. But, he could be wrong entirely, and that's what he was afraid of.

TBC....