Remy's Dream....or was it?

He watched the kid from the tree he was hiding in. Remy knew he was
there of course, but didn't let on, except for that little smirk of
his.

Remy was in his room watching a porn-flick. He had been since 4:00
in the morning after Storm had left his side. He began to pleasure
himself. After a while, he felt like he was being watched.
Carefully, he took a look around and from the corner of his eye, he
saw a movement in the trees. The form became more clear, and the
Canuck and become visible.

Smirking, he relaxed and leaned back, still watching his male on male
porno-flick. God it was nice to tease Logan so freely, without a
chance of getting hurt. After all, wasn't Logan the one who had
begun this little game? By climbing in the tree and watching him so
freely?

Sliding his silk pajama top off his shoulders slowly, he gave Logan a
good view of his hard body, the strong muscles of his upper torso,
the six pack that he was so proud of...everything. His glowing red
eyes seemed to spark a bit.

Logan groaned as he watched the younger man jerking off, and he
wanted so much to join him. He always did admire the kid's body,
even during their workouts together. The boy always flaunted it
around him, making sure Logan noticed. Last night he did. His
figure had made him hard, and made him ache for a taste of it.

Opening the window, he slid one leg out, dangling it as he leaned on
the bay window seat. He continued to stroke himself slowly, moaning
softly. He knew Logan was watching and he was happy to give him a
better view.

Logan came closer to the window for a better view and Remy looked at
him straight in the eyes.

"Why don' you join me mon cher, instead of jus' watchin' by your
lonesome?" he said on a near purr.

Logan growled softly as he slipped through the younger man's window.
Grabbing him by his arms, he pushed him down on the bed, giving him a
rough kiss, tugging on his lips. He'd been teased enough, and now it
was his turn.

Remy moaned softly, wrapping his arms around the older man, running
his hands through his hair. He was a sexual man, and Logan was an
animal following his instincts. It felt right, it felt good.

Logan took his big hands and ran it slowly down the Cajun's body.
God did he feel good. Kissing down his hot skin, he felt like he had
died and gone to heaven. It tasted spicy. Like Remy. He nipped at
the younger man's skin, drawing a little blood, licking it.

Remy unbuttoned the older man's shirt and slid his hands over the
rough, hairy, muscular body, pinching the nipples erect. He enjoyed
Logan's shiver as he kissed his neck.

"What the hell did ya do to me kid. Makin' me want ya this way,"
Logan growled on a panting breath. He didn't understand this. He
had never wanted anyone like this before. It was as if he was being
controled.

Shaking his head he just continued to kiss the cajun and it felt
good. As the boy removed the last strip of clothing from him, they
both sighed with relief. Logan slowly turned Remy around, and
without preparing him, entered him quickly.

Remy cried out from both the pain and the pleasure of it. Logan slid
his hard member in and out of him in a rapid pace, Remy rocking back
and forth in time to it, stroking himself. His hair, falling into
his face, some being matted down from the sweat.

Logan bit into Remy's shoulder holding back a scream as he quickly
came inside the boy, becoming very still. Remy bit his lip as he
felt the bite, and came himself, enjoying the feel of Logan being
buried deep inside of him.

Slowly Remy's eyes grew heavy and when he awoke, Logan was gone. He
felt lonely. He ran his hands down his body and noticed he still had
his clothes on. It had all been a dream....or had it? he asked
himself as he noticed the stetson on the foot of the bed....