I'm Just The Paper Boy

DISCLAIMERS: The X-Men do not belong to me. I do not sell, trade or purchase fics. Strictly for entertainment. Marvel and 20th Century Fox hold all the rights. The chorus lyrics to the song "I Want You" is written by Jon Bon Jovi, from the album "Keep The Faith" Copyright 1992, Polygram/Mercury Records. No harm intended, no moneys exchanged.


Remy tossed and turned all night long before finally getting up to pace the room at about 3 A.M. Walking around in his baby blue boxers that seemed to magically stay on his thin hips, Remy wrung his hands in torment of what he should have known about the situation and his inability to know it. How was he to know -off the bat- that Logan was Scott's interest and vise versa? If Scott wanted Logan back so badly, why harrass Remy at the same time?

"Ugh!"

It wasn't just Remy's world being turned upside down, it was Logan's as well. He wondered what would happen if Logan went back to Scott, would he be able to stay there and live in the house with them? Or, would Logan really cast Scott aside and forgive Remy for not knowing anything about their mishandled relationship? That was a thought that seemed too good to be true. As he paced, he remembered the look that Logan gave him when he asked what Remy's part in the production was. It killed him to see both hurt and anger in a man he was quickly considering a good friend.

Getting dressed and making his way quietly out of the house, Remy pulled the hood to his sweater up, onto his head and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets as it had been a bit cooler than he had liked. He hadn't wanted to drive anywhere in particular so, he opted for a walk around town. Making his way down next to empty streets and looking in store windows on the main strips, Remy couldn't stop thinking about what he was caught in the middle of.

For what seemed like hours of walking around the continually cooling streets had only been a matter of just over an hour and it had lead him to downtown. For most of his walk, he had gone in circles- knowingly or not. He had walked so far downtown that at the end of the next block, he stopped to find himself at the gates of an old cemetary.

A tall, wrought iron gate stood between him and the path to the gravestones but he wasn't interested in going inside. Closing the two step gap, Remy placed his bare hands on the bars and rest his forehead between them, the bars being too narrow for his head to pass through. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the steam blow out through his nose in the cool morning air.

He heard a vehicle stop behind him, on the street, and waited for the familiar voice to come from inside. Remy didn't want to turn around but he knew who he'd see when and if he did. Taking another breath, Remy let go of the bars and turned around to stare at the driver.

"Please get in, Remy. We need to talk about this." The voice was calm and collected when it was thought there wasn't anything to be calm about, in the situation.

Remy shook his head and shoved his hands back into his pants pockets. "Don't think so, Scott."

Scott parked the car by the curb and got out to come around and talk to Remy. His long black coat covered most of his clothing and his gloves and scarf covered what the coat didn't. His thick-soled shoes tapped dully on the pavement as he walked. "Look, I know I shouldn't have put you in this position but, I needed someone that I could teach."

Not even Remy knew what he would do next. As Scott came closer, Remy quickly removed his hands from his pockets and balled a fist, sending it squarely into Scott's jaw, knocking the other man to the ground. "You had no right to insert me into your stupid love triangle. You should have kept me out of dis mess from de start. I'm so turned around I don't know which way is up, anymore." The jolt of anger and to see it connect with the one person responsible for most of the damage was enough to ease Remy's growing frustration and insomnia.

"I'm sorry." Still lying on the ground, Scott fixed his awkwarded glasses and touched his sore lip with his free hand as the other held him up. He listened to Remy's feelings and felt some guilt but then stood up and looked at the younger man who was now shivering from the cold. "At least, let me take you home-?" Scott cautiously stepped forward and rubbed Remy's shivering arms, silently persuading the now visibly exhausted Cajun into the passengar seat of the waiting car. It might have been that Remy was to tired to fight him off and walk home by himself, or Scott had taken a lesson or two from the Cajun and had perfected his own form of charm that seemed to always accompany Remy.

As the door closed beside him, on his right, and Scott sat down in the driver's seat next to him, Remy had no intention of letting it go any further than just a drive home but as the car geared into Drive, he knew he wouldn't be that lucky. It started with a coy look as they sat at a red light, two blocks away. Next, there was a gentle hand on Remy's left leg that slipped its way up to the slight bulge behind the zipper. Finally, there was a deepend kiss as they sat idling in the driveway.

Remy had leaned over to kiss Scott and found that he was now being pulled over into the next seat but stopped himself from sitting in Scott's lap. "...have missed you, cher." Remy was mumbling incoherently but he knew Scott wasn't listening to what he said but how he said it. Deftly unzipping Scott's black suitpants and sinking down to lick and suck at the rigid appendage. Soft whimpers and hungry moans egged him on to suck harder and gain a deepened feeling for the man he was pleasuring. His hair was being petted and his throat was being coated with eager appreciations of what Remy was giving to Scott.

Head back and foot, although geared in Park, on the accelerator, Scott climaxed and revved the engine as Remy swallowed him happily. "Remy, I've missed you, too." As Remy sat up, they looked at each other and he couldn't stop himself from pleading once more. "Come back to me, Remy. Let me take you away from here. I don't want to lose you again."

Regaining his composure, Remy wiped his chin with the back of his hand and sat back in his own seat, staring at the closed garage door. "Non." In his next breath, Remy opened the door and stepped out. It was still dark out but that hadn't hidden the effects of the previous moments on Remy's expression.

"Why not?"

Remy turned and bent down to look back into the vehicle. He found himself staring back at himself via the reflection of Scott's ruby-tinted shades. Fighting back the urge to say yes and to climb back into the car and go away with the offered hand, Remy forced back the bitter taste in his mouth and calmly said, "I have to deliver de papers. People count on me to be dere, in de morning, and I won't let dem down." He stood up and shut the door before Scott had a chance to retort. Saturdays had been his one day off and he was glad that he hadn't divulged that day to Scott but he had wanted to spend time with either Scott or Logan to talk about the mess he had been involved in. On the way back to the front door, he was both silently patting himself on the back for what he had said and kicking himself in the ass for leaving probably the only man who would want him after all of this.

Remy heard the BMW speed away with an angry peel out from the driveway as he opened the front door and stepped inside. He wasn't expecting to see Logan sitting down, cup of coffee in hand, waiting calmly at the kitchen table. Not wanting to face anymore confrontations and feeling very fought over, Remy held up a hand to admit forfeit and walked past Logan, down the hall to his bedroom and shut the door to pass out on his bed.

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It was afternoon and creeping into evening when Remy finally woke up to find himself laying crossways on his bed, still clothed. He lie on his back and stared up at the ceiling, listening to the quiet house. Remy wondered if Logan was still home or if he left for work or just for some time alone. Sitting up and twinging at his headache that started throbbing when he moved, Remy listened more closely to the house. Hearing nothing, he stood up and moved to open his bedroom door.

With his headache still pounding and his stomach growling loudly, Remy shuffled his way down the hall to the kitchen for some coffee and something to eat. As he rounded the corner of the kitchen, his eyes found the little yellow sticky note on the coffeepot and a clean black marble mug sitting beside it. Coming closer to the pot, Remy's eyes fixed on the tiny and well-written words on the note:

Remy,

Gone out for awhile.
Fresh coffee in the pot; 3:45.
Back later on.

Logan

Seeing the time on Logan's note sent Remy into a spiral of just how long he might have slept. He looked up from the note and stared at the green numbers on the back of the stove that sat to his left; 4:45 PM. The good thing about the coffeepot was that it was cast iron and was able to keep the liquid hot for longer than the mechanism was turned on. Pouring some coffee into the mug that was left for him, Remy's head pounded harder and demanded that he eat something to possibly relieve the pain.

Remy held onto the mug with one hand and opened the refrigerator door with the other, taking a sip as he stood there and thought of what to eat. Not finding anything on the shelves, Remy turned his attention to the door and what condiments sat in rows. "He keeps peanut butter in de fridge?" With another sip, his head pounded a reminder to eat something so, Remy scooped up the peanut butter and a spoon out of the drawer before making his way to the living room to sit and enjoy his so-called meal.

Taking one more sip of coffee before setting it down on the coaster on the table beside the sofa, Remy placed the jar of peanut butter between his legs and twisted off the top. He reached for the remote that sat next to him on the cushion and pushed the Power button as he dipped the spoon in for a bite. Since he had been looking down to see what he was doing with the spoon, he hadn't been watching what came on the screen until he looked up to take a bite.

Remy blinked at the couple making love on the floor of an obvious 1970s porno film and actually raised an eyebrow that the scene with a man and a woman was turning him on. Blaming it on the headache, he found himself clearly interested in the half hour that was left but preferred to think of the woman as a rather feminine looking man.

When the program ended, Remy had time to get another cup of coffee and to put the peanut butter away before the next program started. The channel logo flashed up on the screen and he laughed to himself as he would have never pegged Logan to have a porn channel but, he did and watched it frequently.

The next program to start was a film about an old west farmer who became the third man in a love triangle between two bank robbers who hid out in his barn until the Sheriff's posse passed. The young farmer had enjoyed several trips to the barn that required him to strip naked and bend over a hay bail while the two bank robbers had their way with him, each forcing their hardened length into any open orifice the farmer had.

Remy had let his mind place himself in the young farmer's role as Logan and Scott held the roles of the two bank robbers. In a way, it saddened him that he could empathise with the young farmer, who was only being used for enjoyment, rather than the two, handsome bank robbers that holed up in the farmer's oversized barn.

He reclined back in his seat and rubbed at his temples to eleviate the throbbing in his head only to have a hand move to his chest and then even further down still to the throbbing in his jeans. He hadn't turned any other lights on in the house so, when it became darker, he let the television light the room. Unzipping his jeans slowly and massaging the hardening shaft, Remy found himself glancing to the door and window as if waiting for Logan to walk in at the exact moment he decided to get into the feeling of the program.

As the film wore on, Remy found himself sighing and moaning and oddly thinking about the audition video he had made with Scott and how similar it was to the film he had gotten sucked into. He wondered what Scott would have done with him, had he persued his career as an actor. "Probably would be makin dese damn pornos, too."

In a bizarre twist in the film, Remy sat up and took note of one of the actors who played a deputy in the posse. He had been absolutely certain that the actor had spent countless hours sitting beside Remy, clearing his throat and prepping himself in the most annoying of ways to throw off the other auditioners. As annoying as the deputy was in the audition hall, Remy had to admit that he had a nice body and a very nice erection that was more or less the length and width of Remy's forearm, as thin as it was.

The story continued and Remy was growing more and more excited by watching the now group sex and found that he focused on the deputy's erection as it thrust itself in and out of the oldest outlaw, who was tied up and bent over a saddle on a hobby horse. Out of the scene with the deputy and the outlaw, it was two words that took Remy from the top of the peak to a soggy-bottom feeling; "Please what?"

Remy had remembered that Scott had made him beg everytime they had sex and each time Remy begged, Scott would ask that same phrase. He felt sick and it continued to worsen as the film's end credits rolled and a "Written and Directed By: Scott Summers" appeared. He could feel the bile rising up in his throat and got up to rush to the restroom before he released it onto the carpet. Making it, just barely, to the toilet before kneeling and throwing up, he had flushed it twice already before he heard Logan's footsteps coming across the living room. Remembering that the door was open, he shoved himself back in place and zipped up before turning around to meet Logan's gaze.

"Something wrong, Cajun?" Logan leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.

Remy stood up and wiped his chin with the back of his hand before shrugging off his answer, "somethin I ate, mebbe." Avoiding Logan's gaze, he brushed past him in attempt to sneak off to his room but Logan caught his arm.

A sniff of the air around Remy told Logan that the Cajun hadn't wanted things pressed about what happened but that it was better to have it come out when Remy wanted it. "Wanna beer to settle yer stomach?" Silently, he hoped Remy would accept and that they could remain relatively on good terms, despite what the end result was.

"Sure." A nonchalant nod.

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Sometime during the night, the phone rang with his main ringer that he had forgotten to turn to silent when he went to bed. The music was normally quiet but the pain in his head made it seem loudly reverberating off of every corner his eardrums had. He had been totally askew in his bed, on his stomach and under only his white sheet, with an arm flopping over the padded side while the other found itself wrapped up in white linen.

A groan from being face down into the mattress that sloshed with every move he made.

The music started again and Remy pulled himself up to the corner of the bed to answer it in mid-ring. Grabbing for the cellphone that usually sat on the corner but somehow ended up on the floor, the music making a terrible racket in his ears. Flipping it open and mumbling into the speaker a soft and painful, "hello?"

"Remy? Boy, did I catch you sleepin, mon fils?"

A yawn as Remy pushed himself to sit up and wake up while still holding the phone. "Kinda. Time is it?"

Jean-Luc looked over at his small sailboat shaped clock and read the black numbers to his son. "S' about 8 o'clock here, dat makes it 10, dere? Or, 9?"

"In de mornin?"

"Oui."

"Nine, Poppa." As he washed a hand across his face, Remy realised that he was talking to his father, who almost never called him due to a busy schedule. "Somethin wrong? Henri back yet from Peru?"

Smiling and casually chuckling, Jean-Luc eased his son's mind that anything was wrong. "Non, non. Rest yaself, chile. Henri's in Ireland with some trading to do, an' I'm doin fine. I was callin ya to see how you were doin. Dat Summers boy been stealin all your time from callin your poppa. Might have to have a sit down talkin to him."

Remy shook his head. He had forgotten to tell his father about the split that was not long ago, and that he was now living with another man that he thought he loved but was only brought into some strange love triangle completely by accident. He decided to keep his explanation short, for the most part. "Non, Poppa, not seein Scott no more. Been awhile for dat. Just goin ta school and moved to a new place."

"Ah. Still deliverin papers?"

"Err, oui. Got back a few hours ago."

Jean-Luc sat up on his sofa and closed the book he had been reading as he listened carefully to Remy's breathing. "Is everythin' alright? You sound a bit upset, mon fils."

Remy already repositioned himself to a sitting position, with his legs over the side and the movement of the water making his thighs flex and tingle. "Fine, Poppa, just tired is all." Running a hand through his hair, he took a moment to listen for signs of life on the other side of the door as well as what Jean-Luc went on to talk about. Between the pounding in his head, his father's voice in his one ear and the faint sound of Logan watching television, Remy was certain it was not going to be an easy day. "Popp--, Poppa, I ring you back a bit later, hehn? Have a few t'ings to take care of at de moment, like pee."

"Alright, mon fils. I let you go den. Au revoir." Jean-Luc hung up after hearing the return from Remy but the thoughts still weighed on his mind of what could have been eating at his son but that Remy was not wanting to have opened over the phone.

Hanging up and tossing the phone to the side of him, Remy stood up and took two steps towards the door before his phone rang again, this time with a different tune.

I never wanted the stars
I never shot for the moon
I like them right where they are
All I wanted was you
So baby just turn away
Because I can't face the truth
All I'm trying to say
Is all I wanted was you

Remy checked the ID and let out an uneasy breath as he hadn't wanted to deal with the caller before he had a chance to wake up, just yet. Finishing his stride to the door, he opened it slowly and listened for where Logan was before advancing to the kitchen at the end of the hallway and around the sharp corner. His boxers had barely clung to his hips and he made no attempts to pull them up.

Logan met him at the coffeepot and had held out a fresh cup to the sleepy Cajun as the younger man came to a stop and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with one hand. "Up early. Rough sleep?"

"Non. Mon Poppa rung me." Making the mumbling sound that came out his final answer.

Nodding, Logan let Remy get in a few good sip of the hot liquid before raising his next idea. "Okay, well, get dressed and I'll take you to breakfast." Rounding the corner to finish his program and to slip on his boots that had been the finishing touch in his fashion, he smiled a bit as Remy only sighed gruffly and annoyed but did as he was told.

Continued.