The Streets

He laid his head against the cool of the table, making a small noise of discontent as it quickly warmed to his flesh and moved slightly to a new cooler spot.



“Regretting last night, Remy?” A soft silky touch to the back of his neck that he identified as Marie’s gloved hand was softly soothing so he gave some sort of affirmative groan. “Ah can get you some ice water if you like.” He gave another groan, feeling kind of like a trick horse that pawed in the ground to give answers. It didn’t really matter though when she returned with it and a cool washcloth to boot. If he liked women, he sure as hell wouldn’t have ever broken up with her.



“Merci.” He managed to croak out, levering himself up on one elbow to swallow the water in one go. “It was fun, so no regrets.” He gave a faint parody of a smile and concentrated on not puking. She returned the smile and left him to go get a bowl of cereal, kindly eating it at the kitchen island to avoid exposing him to the smell of it.



The first half of the night was crystal clear. It was everything else that got muddy after that. He remembered kissing Logan in the alley - remembered slipping away from him to rejoin Marie...but beyond that the night took on that hazy grainy bad-movie sort of vibe. Just thinking about it made him want to hug the toilet again.

He had the vague memory...well he was fairly sure it was a memory and not a dream. He did know that Logan had said something to him. Spent time with him. He was even pretty sure they’d fooled around, though evidently not much seeming as he woke up in the same clothes he’d gone to the bar in, jeans digging uncomfortably in at the waist and the ripe smell of sweat and mixture of spilled drinks on his shirt enough to launch him off the bed in a mad dash for the bathroom. But the main point was Logan had been in his room.



Rubbing his brows he tried to think. Merde. Had he left happy? Why had he been in there? The hopeful side of him thought that maybe he was hoping to finish what they’d started and he’d just passed out on him, but the practical side of him wondered if Logan had been trying to prove that he wasn’t gay again. Or something. Besides which, he didn’t think that Logan was gay, but rather one of those individuals who’s sexuality resided in shades of grey rather than stark black or white.



Others entered the kitchen, chatting in brightly animated ways that made him considering murder. He groaned slightly and escaped, heading back for the welcoming softness of his bed.



****



He’d needed time to think, so at first light he’d struck out for a long bike ride, stopping in some diner for a hearty breakfast in the late morning and turning back. Tired, dusty, but at peace with himself he got home just in time to meet a somewhat bedraggled Remy coming down the front stair as he stood rooted in the foyer, watching him. The kid’s hair was dripping on his shoulders and a strong scent of soap wreathed him. Remy still looked a bit haggard though, even as the simple disorderedly mess of his clothes suited him. Expecially the way that the thin t-shirt clung to his slightly damp skin.



Remy had frozen when he saw him, expression a mix of nervousness and question. He supposed that it should be an honour to get to see emotion on the kids face at all.



“You just get up? It’s nearly two.” He thought maybe that had come off a bit wrong the way his red eyes narrowed at him and his lips compressed peevishly. “Yeah, well, never mind. You wanna go for a walk or something?” He wanted somewhere neutral and somewhere that they wouldn’t be interrupted – which in this house meant somewhere the hell away from it. Remy nodded shortly in response and so he turned, leading the way. Wasn’t very well like he could hold his hand out to him or something. Besides which they weren’t dating. They weren’t a couple. And just how the hell did you do this?



He could hear the kid scuffing his feet in the gravel of the path once they got outside, the late afternoon sun almost too hot, but when he turned to check on him Remy was just sighing and stretching into it like a cat, even if his eyes were narrowed against the brightness of the day. He led them way out of the sight and sound of the school through a badly neglected trail into the wood. That way he’d be sure to hear anyone’s approach, leaving them free to talk as they would. Uncomfortably enough he couldn’t think of how to start and evidently neither did Remy, though he kept a non-stop watch on him with those uncomfortably intense eyes of his. Finally he just bit the bullet. “So, how long?”



A delicate red-toned brow edged high up on Remy’s face. “How long what? How long you gonna stand dere? How long am I gonna stand and watch y’? How long till we fuck?” The smile the kid gave him had just a thin bit of nastiness to it that would have off set him had he not recognised it as a defence mechanism.



“Nah. I meant how long were you on the streets. Figured maybe with all this, maybe we should talk.”



Remy seemed less amused by this and crossed his arms, a scowl settling over his face. The sun shone through the green leaves above him, speckling his face with random patches of sunlight. It made him seem almost ethereal, but the smell of him was solid – and it was slowly driving him nuts. Rubbing a finger under his nose he snorted, kicking up a few leaves as he walked over to sit on a fallen tree, kicking up the musty scents of rotting vegetation and the brighter tones of crushed fresh plants. “C’mon kid. I’m not gonna sit here and expect your whole life story, but if...” He hated the pause, but the fact that he was even considering this seemed surreal. The more obvious issue was that Remy was a guy. To top things of he was also a guy with a helluva past.



“When wasn’t I on d’ streets?” The answer was quiet but firm and the eyes flashed a challenge at him. “I ain’t some damaged goods y’ gotta coddle, Logan.” The words were harsh up until his name. It was hard to explain how Remy said it. All he knew is that it had the same effect as if the Cajun had gently raked his nails over his neck.



“I’m not babyin’ y’ kid.” He shot back. “This all just feels a bit...I dunno.”



Again with that brow. God. It was getting so he wanted to lick at it when he did that. Why a fucking eyebrow should have an effect on him, he didn’t know. “So what are y’ worried about? Dat I’m not clean? Y’ know damn well dat cookie monster dere went over me with a fine tooth comb when I first got here. Gave me all d’ papers with d’ results too. I can show y’ if y’ want.”



Crap. “No. Hell kid, I heal. What should I be worried about?” Though, actually, that was a reassurance. Not for himself, but for the one in front of him.



“Oh.” And evidently that hadn’t occurred to Gumbo and when it did his face lit up with that sort of secret inner thinking that made him almost want to cross his legs like a prissy girl, like he was already naked.

Was that what it was like for women when a guy eyed them like that? Damn.



“So, what den homme? What d’ y’ want t’ know?” Remy sat carefully on the other side of the log, but continued to eye him.



And damnit, did this mean he had to go into that feeling crap? Because he’d really rather pound a nail through his thumb. “I wanna know that this isn’t gonna freak you out. I wanna know that I’m just some guy that you’re gonna look at like whoever you’ve had before. Some...” And damnit, how did you phrase this in a better way? “Uh...client. I mean, have you even ever had a relationship?” Oh and how that word stuck in his throat. It startled Remy too, his forehead crinkling. Awkwardness settled heavy on both of them again, leaving him wanting something to rip apart. Finally the kid’s eyes tore off of him as Remy looked off into the small gap that you could see the lake through, water bright and sparkling.



“Non.” The word rested heavily between the two of them for a minute. “Non, I’ve not done dis sorta thing before. But I’m hardly a blushin’ virgin, Logan.”



“Damnit, I know that kid. It’s just, I don’t want to be another one of those guys.”



Remy’s mouth quirked up at the corner and his eyes slanted sideways to meet his again. “Y’ aren’t.”



He felt that he should really be asking more questions than that, but he wasn’t highly retrospective at best and as the kid slid off his seat and crossed the short distance to him and he didn’t have any other words to ask what he needed to. His way was action. Through this he’d been watching Remy more closely than he’d been listening to him. People forgot watch – got caught up in words when it was the body which spoke louder. And what he was seeing eased him. He made no protest when Remy slid forward between his slightly parted legs and reached down to touch his face. It seemed only natural to stand himself, pushing the kid gently back with his body only because they were standing now too close to be in the same place at once. All of his speculation was short circuited when Remy kissed him again, more hesitant than last night – asking.



Need flared up red hot in him at the questing touch of his tongue against his lips and he fisted his fingers in the long damp reddish brown hair, pulling him close while trying to keep this slow. The last thing he wanted in any of this was to shove the kid down and rut like a bull. For starters, while he knew how things worked...he’d had his share of kinky women in the past that meant he had an idea on how things worked; he still didn’t exactly know what made Remy tick. What would get him hot and make him moan his name. And he didn’t want this to be impersonal. Not that he wanted candles and rose petals or any of that crap but he wanted the kid to understand what it was like when someone wasn’t just focused on getting themselves off, but actually gave two shits about the person with them.



Remy didn’t seem to have any doubts in the matter, twisting against him while his mouth opened wider, seeming to try to meld with him. He found his other hand on the kid’s ass without even realizing it, and things were getting more carried away than they had any right to out in the open like this.



“Stop...stop.” Remy did, eyes wary, not letting go of him. “Not here.” He managed to choke out and a wide responding grin split the kids face.



“Don’t mind here, mon ami.” Clever fingers wandered south of his belt buckle and squeezed, nearly making him change his mind. “But I can think dat it may be a bit too public, oui. Y’d want t’ be a bit more discrete.” And even though he agreed with the kid’s statement he didn’t like the shadows that lurked in the Remy’s eyes at that.



“Can’t say that I think that Chuck would like the younger kids getting their sex-ed by finding us, no.” Remy snorted in apparent agreement. “So.” And crap, didn’t this feel awkward. “My room?”



Remy’s smile returned, enough honesty in it that the slight coyness didn’t feel plastic. They didn’t touch each other or even walk side by side, the kid leading him by a few feet, the odd smoldering look shot over his shoulder back at him that said quite plainly that he knew he was sexy as hell. Now that he the kid was assured that he was interested, a lot of Remy’s abrasiveness had evaporated. The kid didn’t need to pretend he didn’t want something now – that he could just stand alone and fuck everyone else. If he was wanted then it was ok to want back in return. As he watched that ass move in those tight jeans the kid favoured he had to agree that it wasn’t only the kid that wanted something bad but was unwilling to show how strongly he wanted it. They were a lot more alike at times than he wanted.



On the return trip they got a few curious looks, but nothing that was suspicious. The two of them heading somewhere together wasn’t usual but not anything worth that much attention since they’d ‘figured things out’. And well...this was just an interesting way of figuring things out just a bit further. The hallway was empty thankfully – but this time of day that wasn’t unusual. They’d moved Logan to the furthest bedroom of the men’s staff wing to prevent ‘accidents’ like the one that had befallen Marie and of consequence it was only Hank had a bedroom within sniffing distance of his. This time of day McCoy would be buried in some experiment or other such thing and the guaranteed privacy was pretty damn useful given their plans.



Remy waited for him to open the door, gliding his way inside with a purposeful brush of his body against his, the kid pausing a few feet in, his eyes scanning the room before resting on the bed with that wide grin of his again. “So how d’ y’ like it Logan?”



And damnit – there it was again. That implicit offer that this was about him and his needs. Did the kid even think of himself? It was a big load to carry – the feeling that this was ‘it’. Sure it wasn’t the kids first time, per se, but it was the first time he’d not done this for money. And fuck, there just wasn’t any pamphlet or manual for this shit. So he didn’t bother answering him, simply grabbing the kid by the back of his neck and dragging him in for another kiss, hot and hard, stalling all conversation.



And glory be, it worked. Remy just fisted his hands in his shirt and hung on, kissing him back and doing things with his tongue that oughta be illegal. After a moment of semi-awkward wondering he settled his hand on the kid’s hip dragging him closer. And really – even despite the hard-on that bumped into his belly, it wasn’t all that different in ways. He moved his hand back to the kid’s ass for a minute, amazed at for a moment at the sheer solid muscle of it rather than a woman’s curved softness, before he started plucking at that damn T-shirt, moving from the kids lips to his slightly whiskered jaw. The prickles burn was a whole new thing, that was for sure, but it didn’t put him off any, especially when the kid tipped his head to the side with a soft sigh of pleasure.



He managed to ruck it up enough that Remy clued in, raising his arms so that he could yank it off, immediately going back to worrying a bit of skin on that long neck that he’d been working on. He got a laugh for that, honest and warm. “Dieu, Logan, y’re makin’ me feel like a main course here. Why don’ I do somethin’ for y’, neh?”



Batting away the hands he felt at his belt he let go and looked up at Remy’s confused face. “That can wait.” Pushing the kid back he went back to licking his neck, taking his scent in even as masked as it still was by the smell of the shampoo and soap he’d recently washed with. Remy’s hair was dry by now and whispered over the back of his hand as he moved it out of the way. He knew when he’d hit a good spot, cause the kid tensed and let out a small whispery moan.



He teased the kid’s flat nipples next, the feel of them different but the reaction it provoked pretty much the same thing. Not that he was actively cataloguing this thing with some fricken ‘pros’ and ‘cons’ chart, but it was different. There was no doubt about that. There was a certain hardness to Remy that wasn’t just muscle and bone vrs a woman’s curves. There was that sense that the kid could give as good as he got. It was good though – as he licked and nipped at those tiny buds the kid shivered and gave a subdued whimper that got him hard as nails.



This was gonna be tough.



Looking up at Remy’s face he could see the tenseness off his jaw and he had a sudden flash of worry. “You ok kid?” The tenseness disappeared instantly, red eyes rolling at the ‘kid’, but his lips twitching upwards in humour.



“I’m fine. Jus’...not used t’ sittin’ here doin’ nothin’ I guess.” There was a soft shyness to that admission that he didn’t push. Vulnerability wasn’t Remy’s thing anymore than it was his, and so he knew he had to appreciate every admission for what it was.



“Yeah, but you’re gonna crack teeth grindin’ them that hard.” He ran a thumb over the kid’s lower lip, watching as it flared out a little with the pressure, suddenly unable to keep from kissing him again, hard and urgent. Remy met him more than half way, Remy teasing his tongue along his own lips in return, coaxing him into his mouth so that he could suck on his tongue. When he broke up for air again, he found himself cradled by the kid, lying between his legs and in his arms. And it felt damn right, so he shed the last doubts about this. He pushed down into Remy, grinding his length into the warm body below, it sending a hot knife into his gut even through the layers of clothes. Remy’s head went back, his eyes closing and his body arching up to it, jaw creaking again as a small trapped groan sounded deep in his throat.



And that’s when he figured it out. “You tryin’ to keep quiet?” The warm red eyes settled back on him in a considering way.



“Yeah...”



“Well quit it.” The kid gave him a surprised look like he’d just suggested he quack like a duck. “It’s quiet down this end, so no one’s gonna hear you anyways. And even if they did, I don’t give a shit. Wouldn’t be one of the young ones anyways – they don’t come into this wing. And anyone else can mind their own goddamn business.” Remy was still looking at him oddly but in a way that he couldn’t interpret. “I mean...it’s up to you, but if you want to...” He twitched his lips up on purpose and moved his hips again. “...I like loud.”



He could see the kid’s pupils dilate, the red becoming just a thin halo in the black as he shuddered again, his mouth finally falling open on a groaning sigh. It made him want to get him to do it again just to get Remy to look at him with that naked hunger.



Remy didn’t offer any resistance as he lifted himself off, fingers going to the jeans button and fumbling for a second before he managed to pop it, drawing the zip down with careful slowness. Kid even lifted his hips for him as he reached around to drag the fabric down off of his hips. He left Remy’s boxers on for now, as much as he wanted to just tear them right off. He had to keep up some visible reminder of what he was doing...mainly in that he didn’t want to just tear right into this.



He got a hiss out of Remy though when he let his fingers teasingly trail over the bold shape outlined by the tense fabric and he grinned, adding that to his list of noises. There was nothing else that he wanted at this moment than to add to the catalogue of them – make the kid groan and cry out in every way possible. He knew he could drive the kid mad too, just playing with him with those feather light touches. He’d done it with women before. And Remy was hardly less responsive and a helluva lot more appreciative of everything he was giving him, like it was an unexpected treat.



Leaning over he gave each nipple a hard suck again, earning a short cry for each. The kid was still tense, but now with anticipation. He followed his way down the flat belly, marvelling slightly at just how cut he was, each muscle catching his attention. He trailed down and around the divot of his belly button until he was close enough that each tickle of his tongue was a torment to the kid, the covered erection just a breath away from his exploring mouth. Remy did finally break, hips twitching upward enough that the damp-clothed head of his erection brushed over his cheek, the Cajun’s restraint burning apart through the slow tease.



Kid was busy sucking in breaths like he’d run a race when he decided to relent, easing the cotton boxers past and down his legs, tossing it aside to take the whole glory of him in for a minute. Remy had fisted the covers in his hands, holding to them like a lifeline. His eyes were still shut, keeping him from seeing the fire he knew must be blazing in them by now, but his jaw was relaxed at least, letting each stuttering breath flow past his lips in an audible way that was highly complementary.



He’d always lived through his senses. Sight was great and it’d take an idiot not to appreciate the Cajun, all lanky lean and plain fucking gorgeous. Kid coulda been a model if it wasn’t for the way the world sometimes just gave you a shit hand in life. However it took a connoisseur to reap the other senses. He could hear each fast trip of Remy’s heart; catch the rasp in his breath as it shortened when he’d get close to a favoured area. Could feel the softness of the kid’s skin over his collarbone; ridges of scattered long healed scars providing texture. The kid had enough of them to attest to his hard life, but they didn’t detract from his beauty – that came from small imperfections rather than a pristine, untouched marble statue of a person.



And he could smell him. Christ did he want to taste him. There was a slick spot on the kid’s belly from where he’d been steadily oozing, just another sign that this was definitely a welcomed advance. When he lapped at it, cleaning it the warm washboard of his stomach, Remy gave an impatient moan and twisted a bit. It was enough to make him chuckle, seeing the kid so driven to this need. “Want it kid?”



“Dieu.” It was a harsh bark of sound and Remy lifted his hips again, breathing the next word out like a prayer. “Oui...”



He needed no further invitation, feeling no awkwardness when he gave the kid’s cock a good hard lick and then took it within his mouth, sucking eagerly. Remy went nuts, there was no other way to describe it. He moved with him as best as he could, taking him in hand as well as mouth to help control the depth as the kid jerked up hard, unable to contain the surging of his hips any more than he could the cry that tore from him. There was a small ripping sound as a bit of the sheet gave under the strain of his gripping fists. He bobbed a few times, catching the kid’s quick rhythm and moving with him before he abruptly let him go.



“Enough of that. Don’t want you comin’ that quickly.” Remy just twisted some more and made a noise of protest which hitched up a notch into an eager moan when he teasingly nipped at the thin skin over the kid’s sharp hip bone. Remy finally let go of the sheet enough to raise a hand to touch him, hand tangling in his hair with a gentler touch than he expected. It did coaxingly push him back down though and he couldn’t help another chuckle of amusement. He glanced up to see the kids eyes on him and he smiled back, holding that devil’s stare as he fastened his lips over a paler bit of skin in the crease of his groin and sucked some blood to the surface. The fingers tightened a bit as Remy’s head flopped back again, a soft bit of pleading coming from him, all in his Patios, somehow sounding a ton dirtier than if he’d pleaded in English.



Pushing himself up on his elbow he settled back, stroking the kid’s body with his hand, flowing down over his stomach to his hip and thighs. He could feel the play of muscles beneath his touch as the kid shifted his body again, parting them wider. Goosebumps formed on the skin beneath him as he drug his nails lightly back up the inside of Remy’s thighs. The kid moaned even louder, tipping his pelvis up to him. It took him a minute to understand what Remy was wordlessly asking for and then he nearly shook his head at his stupidity. Right.

Half reaching under the kid he grasped a firm handful of buttock, stopping to prod slightly at the lines of muscle. “Damn, kid, I never noticed you had this nice of an ass.”



Warmly amused laughter broke his concentration and he looked up as Remy levered himself to one elbow. “Well, I tried my best t’ get y’ t’ look, Logan.” The kid looked so good it was heartbreaking, cheeks flushed with desire, eyes warm and amused, teeth showing through parted lips as he chuckled more. “Y’ were always concentrating’ more on thumpin’ me over the head than in checkin’ me out though.”



There was no way he could help laughing with the kid and pushing himself up to kiss him, it ending up being more affectionate and slow than their previous ones had been. He squeezed the handful he had kept hold of and Remy laughed even around their kissing, having fun and not shy to show it. He let go to put his hand to the small of the kid’s back, pulling him close and kissing the hell out of him before letting his hand drift back down, finding the crease and teasingly dipping his fingers down along it. Remy’s laughter died down at that, muscles tensing slightly again as he bit at his lip in anticipation. One word broke from Remy almost like it pained him. “Wait.”



He looked at Remy, surprised at the request seeming as how good things were going, but he didn’t want to push the kid either if he’d changed his mind. “You ok with this? We can stop if you want.” He studied the kid’s face carefully.



“Yeah, I’m fine.” Remy gave him a sassy grin. “It’s jus’...” Remy reached down and took his hand, pulling it up to his mouth and sucking his first two fingers into his mouth. It was hot and wet and the kids tongue was this wicked thing that made teasing promises for later.



“Fuck.”



Remy laughed again, letting him have his fingers back, well wetted from his mouth. “Dat’s d’ idea.”



He had to kiss him again, the hard edge of desire pushing its way through again as he reached down and found the spot he’d be so near to before, circling it with a wet finger. Remy gasped and moaned, twitching under him. Moving to maul the kid’s neck he eased his forefinger in, Remy’s reaction leaving no doubt that it was welcomed, belly deep groans of appreciation meeting every movement of his hand. He knew that the kid expected him to fuck him. Wanted it even. But he wasn’t sure that he could stay focused on Remy like he wanted to if they went that route. And more than anything – he wanted the kid to feel this. Feel the desire, yes, but feel like he was the important one this time. Not just to give up his body for another’s pleasure.



So he kept up his finger’s gentle motion as the kid so obviously got off of the sensation while he readjusted his position over him. Wrapping his fingers around the back of Remy’s neck he coaxed the kid’s head up, looking him in the eye. “Watch.”



Remy blinked and frowned, obviously confused. He grinned toothily and the kid gave him a slight answering grin, but it wasn’t until he’d shifted his weight and leaned down to swallow the kid’s cock again that understanding bloomed across his face, vying with sheer erotic bliss as the kid watched him at work. It wasn’t long before he could see a change come over the kid as Remy tightened up and started to fight his desire. “Logan...” He sucked a bit harder in response to his name and managed to take it a bit further down his throat. “Dieu! Logan, y’ gotta stop.”



He did, if only to grin again. “Yeah? Why?”



“Cause I can’t last dat way.” The kid’s eyes rolled back a bit as he eased his other finger in. “Ahh...yeah, Logan. I want y’ t’ fuck me.”



“Nope.”



Those red eyes snapped back to his. “Quoi?”



“Nope.”



“Nope?”



“Nope.”



“Logan...” Remy paused to breathe again as he started moving his fingers a little deeper. “Dat ain’t really an answer. What d’ y’ mean ‘nope’?” Kid actually did a pretty good imitation of his accent on the ‘nope’ and it cracked him up a little.



“I mean this is your ride, Cajun.” Remy still looked confused. “I wanna watch you come.”



A cocky grin spread across the kid’s face, but it was strained along the edges, the kid obviously still struggling with holding onto the edge and not tipping over it. “You can still do dat an’...”



“Nope.”



Remy rolled his eyes at him again. “Y’ always dis stubborn?”



“Yup.”



Remy dissolved into laughter that did all sorts of interesting things to his fingers that he filed away for future knowledge. “I’ll remember dat.” Remy’s words were higher and breathier though and his head had started lolling back on his neck.



“Nuh-uh. Remy, look at me. I want you to watch.” Kid did as he’d asked but he was clearly beyond being able to talk. There was this fine tremor in his legs, bright flush along his cheekbones and a hitch to his breath. Not wanting to miss the moment he dipped to take his cock back in, twisting to keep one eye on the kid’s face, who had eyes locked on him as if it was going to save his life. With the fingers he had in the kid he stroked up, seeking, knowing from first-hand experience roughly where it was and how it felt when a finger rubbed over it. He knew when he’d found it because the kid gave a breathless shout and tensed in every muscle, his face pulling into an almost painful look as he came.



And that was a whole new deal as his mouth flooded with the salty liquid. Odd and just slightly overwhelming at first with the amount until he really tasted it and suddenly he was greedy for him. Everyone had their own smell that was unique. Flavour went right along with that if you had the ability to notice the individual complexities of it. And after tracking the kid around the school for months, he was eager for every little bit of him.



There was a moment that Remy remained poised like that, beautiful face still crumpled in that mindless delight and then the kid collapsed like he’d had all the strings cut in him, hitting the bed with a muffled thump. He had to do a double check to make sure that the kid was still breathing he was so still. Giving the flat belly a kiss, he eased his fingers from him climbed back up the bed, wrapping an arm around the still form.



Remy gave him a sleepy-eyed look and started to roll over, hand fumbling to undo the button on his pants. He forestalled that quickly, even as damn tempted as he was because there was a foundation that he wanted to lay here. “You don’t owe me kid. Just rest.” He pulled the kid a bit closer to his chest.



A long silence followed that where Remy studied his face like he was trying to figure something out. “I...Logan I don’ mind. I want to.”



“I know. But that can wait till later. You look like you got too little sleep. Why don’t you just nap?”



A shy arm eventually came up and wrapped around him, returning the embrace. “Merci.” There was a pause where the kid obviously was weighing something in his mind before he gave the equivalent of a mental shrug. “Never felt...well never had anyone do dat for me before.”



Chuckling, he drug the blankets up over the both of them. “Never did it before, so that makes two of us. Get some sleep, kid.”



Remy gave a last eye roll at the name and shut his eyes, his breath smoothing out fairly quickly as he drifted off wrapped up beside him. He didn’t know where they were going from here, but it was certainly something else to be able hold this wild soul so close to him. To see the trust that Remy had for him. He closed his own eyes and buried his nose in Remy’s hair, joining him in sleep.