The Ties That Bind

The kid was sound asleep on the floor of the garage, curled up next to his bike and his abandoned tools. Logan wasn’t really surprised, in spite of the obviously uncomfortable location the boy had chosen to crash in; the kid hadn’t gotten much sleep lately and did have a tendency to crash wherever he happened to be when he got tired – napping like the little boy he so resembled asleep.

Logan had been looking for him all morning, but the kid had been nowhere to be found – hiding from Cyke, probably – Remy had an uncanny ability to disappear when there were chores to be done. Shaking his head with a snort, Logan debated whether he should wake the kid up or leave him alone. Might as well wake him up, he decided; the kid could always go back to sleep again afterwards.

“Rise and shine, boy,” Logan said softly, crossins ars arms across his chest.

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Remy sat up with a snort, scrambling onto his knees before he was even entirely awake, and tried shake away the sleepiness still clouding his head. Forcing his drowsy eyes open, he fixed his stare on Logan’s boots, unsure if he should be worried or not. He’d been avoiding his chores, that was true, but Scott was the one who wanted him to do them, not Logan – although he couldn’t rule out the possibility that Logan intended to punish him for shirking his responsibilities.

Head bowed and eyes demurely lowered, Remy hesitantly reached out with his empathy, sighing audibly in relief when he felt nothing but affection and lust. Logan wasn’t angry with him.

Smiling, Logan stood silent for a moment, eyes fixed on the top of Remy’s tousled head, pleased with how well-trained the boy was. “Y’know, Cyke’s gonna have a shit fit if he finds out you’re hiding in here,” Logan said amiably.

“I know,” Remy answered innocently, hesitantly looking up. “Why do you think I’m in here?”

“You really do have a death wish, kid,” Logan laughed, reaching out to run his fingers through the boy’s unruly bangs.

“I’m a masochist,” Remy answered with a careless shrug.

Logan snorted; the kid was a real treasure. “Yeah, I know. Damn good thing too, ‘cause I got plans for you tonight,” he said, giving the boy an evil grin.

Remy bit his lip, breath hitching and cock stirring in response to Logan’s statement. Whatever Logan intended to do to him, he wanted it; he loved everything Logan did to him. “When?” Remy asked, trying to hide his eagerness.

“I told you,” Logan answered smugly, “tonight.”

Subsiding with a careless shrug, Remy nuzzled at Logan’s hand; he knew better than to push at times like this. As much as he would have liked to have known how long he had to wait, he knew his place – if Logan wanted him to know any more, he’d tell him. Until then, he’d have to wait.

“Good boy,” Logan praised, running his thumb over the boy’s pouty lips. Remy was a quick learner and had enough sense not to push him; Logan was proud of his boy.

“You gonna come get me or am I s’posed to meet you tonight?” Remy asked, drawing Logan’s thumb into his mouth with a soft moan.

“Fuck, Rem,” Logan muttered, cock throbbing at the feel of the boy’s sinful mouth working at his thumb.

“Dat’s de idea,” Remy mumbled, pulling away enough to be able to talk. “Now which is it gonna be?”

“Meet me in my room. You know the drill,” Logan ordered.

“How’m I s’posed t’…” Remy started.

“That’s your problem, not mine, boy,” Logan growled, making it clear there was no room for discussion.

“Oui, Maître,” Remy answered sy, ky, knowing better than to push Logan any further. He’d just have to stay in, that was all; it was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make.

“Tonight, Rem,” Logan reiterated. “Be there.”

TBC