Holding On, Letting Go

Logan was starting to seriously doubt the boy’s sanity. He’d been watching his quarry for over an hour, and was beginning to worry about the kid. The boy had stormed out of the mansion well before dawn, barefoot in spite of the chilly autumn weather, dragging along the tatty patchwork q Log Logan had come to think of as his security blanket, and had been camped out on the boathouse dock ever since. An hour ago, he’d been sitting with his feet dangling in the chilly water, but was now wrapped up in his quilt, sound asleep and shivering in the cold.

Once he was sure the boy was soundly asleep, Logan softly approached the sleeping form, keeping his steps quiet. Moving to sit soundlessly on the dock beside the boy, he took a quick survey of his condition. Shivering…barefoot…beautiful. Leaning to brush a stray clump of hair from the boy’s face, he bit back a snarl at the sight of the fresh bruise darkening one sharp cheekbone…that stupid girl was going to regret that one. Everyone had stood by long enough and let her do whatever she wanted to him and Logan was sick of it.

Shaking his head and promising himself that he would take care of her later, he returned to the matter at hand. God, but the kid was gorgeous, even with the black eye and the windburned cheeks. Logan let his eyes wander over the gorgeous creature below him before bending down and scooping him up in an awkward armful of coltish arms and legs. RemyRemy stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, before settling again with a sigh, his face turned into Logan’s neck. He didn’t know what was going on, but the fact that he was warm and sheltered was enough for him. Logan held his breath as the boy stirred and then relaxed as he settled back down to sleep, and Logan found himself thanking a God he didn’t even believe in that the boy slept like the dead.

Logan carried his still-sleeping teammate back to the boathouse, where Remy was currently living, and shouldered the door open with a grunt. Kicking it closed behind him, he deposited the boy on the couch and set about starting a fire in the fireplace. Glancing back at the couch, Logan noticed that the kid was stirring again and whimpering. Acting on impulse, he climbed up on the couch behind the boy and wrapped his free arm around him.

‘Bingo,’ Logan thought to himself with a chuckle as the boy settled back down with a contented sigh. Logan wasn’t ready to deal with Remy’s problems just yet and he certainly wasn’t ready to relinquish the chance to stare to watch the sleeping boy, either. As soon as Remy woke up, he would lose the chance to stare to his heart’s content and would have to admit that he didn’t stand a chance with the kid, even if Rogue was treating him like shit. As long as the kid was asleep in his arms, he could pretend that he was the one the kid loved.

Logan woke with a start a few hours later, realizing both that he’d fallen asleep and that Remy was going to be waking up any minute, as well, and he wasn’t sure what to do. His indecision was answered for him seconds later when Remy snuggled closer and yawned, obviously waking up in earnest. Logan, now unable to get up, had he wanted to, leaned back slightly as Remy sleepily opened one ruby eye and muttered, “Logan?” obviously not sure he wasn’t still dreaming.

“Yeah, kiddo, it’s me,” Logan replied honestly, trying desperately to pretend that he had a good reason for being there, cuddled on the couch with the boy.

Remy sat up with a sigh, obviously unfazed by finding himself cuddled up against the mansion’s very temperamental Canadian resident. “What’re y’ doin’ here?” he asked, pausing, then adding “What’m I doin’ here?” The last thing he remembered was sitting out on the dock trying to get his head on straight after that fight with Rogue.

“Didn’t think ya should be sleepin’ outside in the cold…I was worried about ya, so I brought ya inside,” Logan replied, feeling incrementally more confident in his explanation now that it had been spoken aloud.

“Oh, merci,” Remy replied with a sleepy grin, wincing at the pain the movement caused in his cheek. “Merde, dat girl really packs a punch…” he muttered under his breath, trying not to call attention to the injury.

Before Logan could stop himself, he found himself asking the inevitable question. “Rem, why in the hell do ya let her hurt ya like that?”

The change in the boy was instantaneous and as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Logan regretted them. Remy had fallen silent, the humor was gonem him his face and all that was left was such intense pain and heartbreak that it hurt to see it. “Because she’s de only one dat cares about me anymore,” he answered so softly that Logan barely heard him, tears welling up in his dark eyes.

Once again acting on impulse, Logan opened his arms to the boy and Remy threw himself into them gratefully. “Ain’t no one else’ll put up wit’ me no more. She’s all I got!” he cried, clinging to Logan’s shirt and burying his face in the soft flannel.

“Ya got me.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and he froze, waiting for Remy to pawayaway from him. Instead Logan was surprised to see Remy lift his head enough to peek up at him through long bangs and ask, softly, “C’est vrai?”

“Of course it is. I wouldn’t lie to ya, Gumbo…”

His next words were cut off by Remy’s arms being wrapped around him in a vice-grip hug. “Merci, cher. Merci beaucoup…” Remy trailed off, crying into Logan’s shirt.

Logan sat, stunned, for a moment, waiting for the unexpected reaction to sink in. It was too much to hope for that the boy might feel the same way he did. The kid just needed a shoulder to cry on, that’s all…he didn’t need some old man pawing him…he… Logan’s next thought was derailed by the kid’s tear-wet lips being pressed up against his in a needy, soul-searching kiss.

Telling his better judgment to take a hike, Logan tangled his fingers in the boy’s soft cinnamon hair and responded, pouring every bit of love and affection he felt for the beautiful young man into the kiss. Remy moaned softly at the rush of emotions and deepened the kiss, moving to straddle Logan’s lap with a breathless moan.

Logan groaned deeply at the feel of the kid straddling his lap and rubbing against his now aching cock. He groaned even louder at the realization that Remy was as hard as he was. This was just too good to be true and Logan found himself wholeheartedly thankful for whatever he had done to deserve this turn of events.

“Remy yours?” Logan found himself drawn back to reality by the soft-spoken, desperate words in his ear and the feel of that hot, soft mouth on his neck. The kid was pushing all of his buttons and doing it shamelessly.

“God, yes. Mine,” he growled, grabbing a handful of soft hair and forcing Remy’s head back so he could sink his teeth into the boy’s neck. The response was immediate; a throaty moan, a grind of the hips and a breathless plea to be fucked, all in quick, rapid-fire succession, each more insistent than the last.

At that moment, it felt like every drop of blood in his body rushed to his cock and it was all he could do to keep from throwing the boy down and fucking him right then and there. As it was, he grabbed hold of the hem of Remy’s shirt and yanked it over his head, latching onto a hardened nipple as soon as it was exposed.

Remy cried out eagerly at the feel of that hot mouth suckling at the hardened nub, the sensation driving him wild. “Oui! Harder! S’il vous plaît!” Crying out frantically, desperate for more, loving the rough treatment.

Logan eagerly complied, nipping roughly at the abused nub while savagely pinching the other. Remy responded with a frantic moan, hitching his hips and whimpering eagerly. “T’encule moi, s’il vous plaît…please, cher!”

Pushing Remy off his lap, Logan set about stripping off the kid’s faded, torn jeans, noting with a feral growl that the boy wasn’t wearing any underwear. Remy waited impatiently for Logan to get his own clothes off, whimpering softly in anticipation. As soon as Logan had his pants off, Remy hungrily eyed Logan’s cock before giving in and taking the straining length in his mouth, licking and sucking and nipping feverishly.

Breathlessly, between licks, he anxiously, eagerly asked Logan again, “Remy yours, oui?” desperately needing the reassurance. Growling, Logan pushed the boy onto his stomach, straddling his hips and rubbing his straining cock against the kid’s ass. “Mine…” he growled, releasing his claws and hauling the boy onto his hands and knees.

“M…I…N…” he ground out, lightly cutting each letter into the boy’s shoulder as he spoke, “…E!” thrusting his aching cock into the boy’s tight, sweet ass. Remy howled, set off by the sweet pain and by Logan’s cock throbbing inside him, coming agonizingly hard, screaming Logan’s name in ecstasy.

“Mine!” Logan growled again, thrusting savagely, then howling frantically as he came, spurting into the wonderful blazing heat of the boy’s sweet ass.

~ Minutes Later ~

… “Toujours?” came the sleepy query.

… “Yeah, Rem. You’re mine forever,” came the heartfelt, drowsy reply.

… “Bien,” and the sounds of deep, even breathing in response.

END