The Next Day

And stay he did. The whole night. Had to have been the best night's sleep of Remy's life. He'd felt safe in Logan's arms, like nothing could touch him. Not even his hellish dreams. When dawn broke that morning, Remy stirred awake. Logan was sprawled out on his back, snoring lightly with drool coming out the side of his mouth. Remy had to stifle a chuckled at the sight. He carefully extracted himself from Logan's arms and placed a breath of a kiss on the older man's lips, then slipped away like a thief in the night.

Logan woke up with a start, looking around dazedly. He rubbed his eyes and sighed, then looked over at the empty space beside him. He could still smell Remy...but the sheets were cold. Glancing up at the clock, he sighed. Overslept again. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, then stood and padded to his bathroom for a quick shower and a morning shit. About an hour later he was dressed and downstairs in the garage, working on his bike. There wasn't much more he had to do to it, except polish the scratches out of the chrome. Well, wait... There was that noise it was making, but that would require taking the engine apart. Logan wasn't too sure he was ready to contend with that. Not by himself anyway.

After Remy had left Logan's room that morning, he'd returned to his own, falling asleep on his own bed. He began to regret his decision. It would have been nice to wake up with Logan, maybe get another kiss out of the man. But no. He felt he had to leave. After all, Logan only wanted that night. Around 9 AM, Remy pulled himself out of bed again, caught a quick shower, then headed downstairs and outside. The first smoke of the day was always the best, complete with Nicotine buzz from Heaven. The Cajun rolled back slightly on his heels and took a long drag. He let the smoke from his lungs out slowly, creating a noxious plume. Mind wandering to the possibilities of the day.

Logan came out of the garage, rag on shoulder, making his way to the house. "Damn Scott...he just had ta use all of the chrome polish...," he muttered before grabbing a cigar and putting it in his mouth. Smelling the cigarette, he frowned, sniffed, and followed the scent until he found Remy. "Hey kid...mind if I join ya?" he asked before lighting up and sitting down on the porch. "Was kinda suprised ta see ya gone from the bed this mornin'. Take it ya slept well?" he asked as he exhaled the smoke.

Remy glanced over his shoulder at the smoke pit's new occupant, and then smiled, "Slept like a baby, mon ami." Taking another drag, he turned and faced the man he'd spent the night with, "Figured dat gettin' out o' de room early was de best bet. Gettin' caught didn' sound so pleasant." Who'd catch them...he didn't know. But it was a risk he wasn't willing to take. For Logan's sake and his own. He flicked the ashes from the end of his cigarette. The early morning regrets starting to come back. It was a necessary evil. He just had to keep telling himself that. Maybe he'd get lucky and Logan would invite him into his bed again, though somehow, he doubted that.

Shrugging, he took another drag off of his cigar. "Well...I guess that's a good thing. Suprised ya didn't wake me up though," he said as he exhaled. Looking down, he narrowed his eyes a bit and smirked. "Guess I musta been pretty outta it, huh?" Didn't surprise him any though. Usually a light sleeper, last night had been an exception. A nuclear bomb going off in the next room probably wouldn't have woken him up...all because he'd had the tall drink of water in his arms.

Remy nodded and ashed his cigarette again, "Seemed like it. Remy pretty quiet though." He winked at the other, taking another drag from his cancer stick. He raised a hand, shielding his eyes from the morning sun. Shoulda brought his sunglasses. He really should have. The sun's awful rays were giving him a headache. Looking at the rag on Logan's shoulder, he smiled, "Y' workin' on y' baby?"

Chuckling at the baby comment, Logan shook his head as he took a drag. "Just workin' on the bike. Scott used all the chrome polish so I've gotta go buy some," he said before getting up and reaching behind the swing, retrieving a pair of shades and tossing them to Remy. "My emergancy pair. Don't break 'em," he said before sitting back down, crossing his legs at the ankle.

Remy caught the shades and quickly put them on, breathing a soft sigh of relief. He beamed a smile at the older man, "Merci, homme. Y' know just how t' take care o' dis Cajun." Cryptic comment, but Logan would understand it's meaning. Yet another facet of their friendship. One thing you could always count on, was the fact that they always had each other's backs. And for that....Remy was grateful. He'd never had a friend like that before..

Logan gave him a nod and smiled softly. Shaking his head, he looked at Remy. "Ya know...I had a pretty good time last night," he said before putting the cigar to his lip. "Really did," he said with a short laugh. "Can't believe I actually got up the nerve ta ask ya ta stay the night...but I'm glad I did." After a moment of thought, he took a deep breath. "Wanna do it again sometime?"

Shrugging, Remy looked at the ground, "S'pose Remy wouldn' be adverse to de idea." He wasn't. Not at all. Nothing would make him happier. He pushed the sunglasses on top of his head, then rubbed his eyes, yawning. For some reason he just couldn't shake the sleepiness. It was beginning to piss him off. He hated feeling so....out of it. He groaned and shook his head, "God damn...."

"Why don't you go back to bed kiddo? You look like you could use the sleep. I'll wake ya up in a coupla hours. Just in time fer lunch," he said before stubbing out his cigar. "Unless ya wanna come with me ta shop fer chrome polish," he said with a smirk, standing up.

Remy shook his head, "Non, got stuff t' do t' day, homme." And he did. Though, shopping with Logan might be fun. He needed to go anyway. Had to pick up something from the auto shop for his own bike. Well, that and he needed new undershirts. Most of his were old and ratty. He could go on this own though, wasn't that big of a deal.

Logan walked off a few feet before turning. "Just figured ya might wanna save the gas...'cause I know that Slim lost two of yer wrenches too," he said before turning back around and walked towards the garage. He already had his keys on him. Always put an extra set behind the bench. Gotta be prepared, you know?

Remy glared, "What?! Oh...he n' I gon' have words. Told dat fucker not t' touch m' tools...got his own. And dat Craftsman tool chest too....y' know...de one I wanted...god damn dat piss me off." He put his cigarette out, then headed for the door, "See y' later, homme..." He trodded back into the house and straight up to Scott's office. But Scott wasn't there. Only one other option. He tried the Danger Room. Ah hah! Found him....Oh, and they had words...lots of them. By the end of it all, Scott had apologized and promised to buy Remy a new set of wrenches for Christmas. Which was nice of him. Remy accepted the apology and went about his day, which mostly consisted of sitting around playing pool, going out for a smoke every now and again.

Logan had went and came back in the space of a few hours and finished buffing the scratches on his bike. Once that was done and over with, he went back inside of the house, where it was air conditioned and made for the kitchen for a snack. A snack that consisted of four sandwiches and a six-pack. He sat down at the kitchen table and began eating his snack while reading the paper someone left out from this morning. When Logan was done scarfing down his last sandwich and polishing off his 5th beer, he let out a belch, washed the dishes and walked into the recroom where he turned on the TV. "Yawn, Bore...News...Damn...nothin' good ta watch today," he said after channel surfing for a few minutes.

Shrugging off his trenchcoat, Remy sat down on the couch and stretched out. The white shirt he wore clung to his from and bared his bellybutton and smooth abs. The blue jeans he wore hung dangerously low as did the cigarette trapped between the youth's lips. Remy flopped down beside Logan and streched out his lanky legs on the table. He eyed the tv for a moment, then the remote in Logans possession. "Y' know TV will rot those few brain cells you got left eh..?"


Looking over at the Cajun, Logan snorted and turned his attention back to the TV, "You tryin' to tell me something, kid?" He flipped through the channels and knocked Remy's feet off the coffee table. "Yer gonna get mud on Jeannie's good table." Heaven forbid that happen. Logan would probably get blamed for it anyway.

A deep exhale of smoke followed that and he gave Logan a side glance. A small smirk appeared and the Cajun took off his boots, leaving him in white socks. He shifted to lay on his back, his feet being propped in Logan's lap instead. "Oui, m'sieur," he said with a mocking salute. His toes began to place pressure through Logan's pants on a very specific area in his lap. His eyes focused on the tv and fingers pulling the cigarette to and from his full lips.

Logan shifted and glared, moving Remy's feet to a safer location on his lap. He eyed the Cajun for a moment, then turned back to the TV. He'd left it on the Weather Channel, also known as the Cartoon Channel. The weather forecasts were never right. Ever. Even with Storm around. Though they did have it right today. It was hotter than hell.

Remy smirked as his feet wandered back to said spot and more of his foot was used to toy with that area. It was like a deep tissue massage. The Cajun finished his cigarette and it exploded in a little pop. Then a lanky cat like strech followed. The back of the Cajun leaving the couch and both feet placing pressure on Logan's crotch.

A deep sigh issued forth from Logan as he changed the channel. So, the Cajun wanted to play. Well, Logan wasn't gonna buy it this time. He wasn't in the mood. An evil little smirk graced the Canadian's lips as he held Remy's legs in a vice like grip. Ripping the socks off, he began to tickle the Cajun's feet, giving him a taste of his own medicine...though a cuff upside the head probably would have worked just as well.

Remy was caught by suprise and made an erk sound. His socks were gone and his weakness was revealed and tormented. "Logan, No!" the Cajun gasped and then began to squirm like a fish out of water. "Ha ha.. ah non! Arrete!" Pillows fell off the couch and the Cajun was stuck in the tickle torture. Leave it to Logan to do something like that. The man was incredibly unpredictable. Remy had been anticipating a cuff upside the head, but this was much better...slightly less painful.. He giggled and squirmed, "Damn it Logan! Stop...dat tickles, you son of a bitch..."

Logan continued the assult until he was satisfied, then pushed the Cajun's feet to the floor, "S'what ya get, Gumbo." He sat back, crossing his legs and began flipping through the channels again. He finally found what he wanted. The Fishing Channel. Nothing but fishing shows....24/7. Thank God For Canadian programming.

Remy took Logan's momentary distraction to pounce and hop in the older man's lap. He smirked as Logan made an umph sound before wiggling his ass on Logan's lap. He was quite satisfied with the look the Canadian gave him. "S'what y' get f' goin' affer Remy's feet. Y' outta know better."

Logan groaned and situated the kid on his lap more comfortably, "Yeah, well, you deserved it, ya brat. Where you get off teasin' people like that? And in public...someone outta teach you a lesson on public indecency." Ouch. Too many big words in one sentance. Logan really had to stop hangin' around Hank so much. Might actually catch an IQ point or four. Wonder if they had a vaccine for that? He sighed and shifted Remy again, "You have a really boney ass, you know that?"

Remy just grinned down at the older man and ground his hips into Logan's crotch, "Nobody home, mon ami...no body see nothin'. N' course I know I got a boney ass...thought y' liked it dat way?" Wow...they'd gone from friends...best friends....to Logan stealing a kiss on the pool deck...to sleeping together...now shameless flirting. Wonder what came next? Dinner and a movie? Or maybe they'd just skip the preamble and go straight to the sex....but you don't fuck your best friend, do you?

Sighing again, he halted the kid's hips, "They could come back at any time." Granted, he could hear them coming, but why risk getting interrupted when involved in something so important? "You really need to learn how to behave yerself in public."

"Well, dat's why you got dem good hearin' n' seein' n' smellin' skills, hmm?" Remy leaned forward and nibbled Logan's ear, earning a stifled moan from the man. Pleased with himself, he gave the ear a soft tug and purred low. He wanted to test the waters...see how far he could go with Logan. Given last nights events, he wasn't adverse to being affectionate with a man. Remy curled his fingers in the other's raven hair. A soft, hot breath left his lips as he brushed it along the shell of Logan's ear with the words, "Behave? When has Remy ever done such a t'ing?" The Cajun smirked deviously and began to kiss a moist path down Logan's throat.

Logan groaned and closed his eyes, "And obviously that ain't gonna change." He pulled Remy's face from his neck and kissed the boy, hard, tangling his fingers in the cinnamon hair. The kid was just too much. It was all just too much. He was getting sick and tired of walking around this place, constantly watching the kid, knowing he'd probably never get the opportunity to have that tall drink of water beside him...until last night that is. He'd finally worked up the courage to take the first step, now he couldn't get enough. Yet, something in the back of his mind felt the impending doom that this would all end badly....not just for him, but for the kid too.

That sense of doom stopped Logan in his tracks. He pushed Remy back, then off his lap, gently of course. He rubbed his face and looked at the kid, then stood, "I'm sorry...I can't do this."

Remy nodded and felt ashamed. He'd pushed the Canadian too far, too fast. He'd probably never get this opprotunity again. But he could live with what he got. On the other hand, there was still that powerful chemistry between the two... That couldn't be denied.

He watched as Logan left the Recreation Room and headed upstairs, definitely feeling ashamed of himself and a bit hurt. He understood Logan's reasoning though. They weren't gay. A relationship would never work...it was just some random...spark that flew between them. Not enough to ingite a flame. Now, as far as Remy was concerned, one might say he worshipped the ground Logan walked on. He was quite fond of the Canadian, that fact had been proven. This whole situation was confusing.

He'd stayed the night with Logan the night before and it had been wonderful. He'd felt safe and warm, comfortable. He should have known better than to let himself get caught up in all of this. They weren't the type of men to just suddenly be...well, gay. It wasn't going to happen. It would never work.

Remy rubbed his face and put his boots back on. He was hurt, not so much ashamed anymore. And for the first time in a long time, he wanted to cry. Once his boots were back on, he stood and headed upstairs himself. Logan and he had to talk. This...thing...had to be figured out. He wasn't going to follow Logan around like a puppy on a string waiting for the next heated moment. Oh, no. He'd done that with Rogue and was determined not to let it happen again.

Once upstairs, he made for Logan's room. The man was in there. He could feel it. Remy knocked, then waited. He was a bundle of nerves. If this wasn't going to work, there needed to be closure...

Logan opened the door and invited the Cajun inside. He sat down on his bed and looked up at Remy, "Well? Whaddya want, kid?"

Remy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, taking a seat on a chair across from Logan, "We need t' talk, homme...n' Remy know y' prolly don' want t', but dere's a lotta issues dat need t' be resolved..."

The statement earned a nod from Logan and a sigh. He looked over at Remy and shrugged, "It is...what it is...I guess. I mean...I'm not...you know...but with you...I don't know, kid. This is new for me too."

"All facades aside, I'm just gonna be honest wit' y', Logan... I don' t'ink I can...I dunno...dere's dis spark...n' I know I wan' y'....in someway, I always have...an'...I mean...y' bout de only real friend dis Cajun got in de whole world...y' always dere when I need y'....can' count how many times I've cried on y' shoulder...an'...I want more. Plain and simple...I want more. I want you....I want a chance at...'us'..." There. It was out now. Remy could relax...sort of. Actually, no...No, he couldn't relax. At all. He fidgeted while Logan digested what he'd said. The other man wasn't looking at him. Was that a good or a bad thing? He suppressed a whimper. Ah, c'mon Logan...say something!

Logan looked up at Remy, then smiled, "Us, huh?" A deep sigh came from Logan and he shook his head. Remy paled. Oh, God...he was going to tell him no.

Looking at Remy, he patted the bed beside him and watched as the nervous Cajun stood and joined him on the bed they'd slept on the night before. He turned Remy's face towards his own, then captured the Cajun's lips in a tender kiss. Far more tender a kiss than what you'd expect from Logan. He didn't have to be all rough n' tough all the time, you know? He was like Sears. He had a softer side. Come see the softer side of....What the hell?

Remy melted into the kiss. So, there was a chance. And boy, was he gonna run with it. A hand rested on Logan's shoulder as the kiss progressed into something a bit more heated, like earlier. When they broke apart, both men were panting softly and Remy smiled. They'd taken their first step into a larger world. They'd face the ramifications of such a relationship later. He was fairly certain they'd want to keep this under wraps until they both were ready to face the scrutiny of the others. Not that it matter. There was just something so....right about all of this.

Logan ran a hand through Remy's hair and smiled, "Let's sleep on it, hmm?" It was only the middle of the day, but Logan didn't really care. It would be good for them. A way to sort of...get acquainted with one another in a not-so-platonic way. He watched as Remy got up and shrugged out of his duster and kicked off his boots. Logan kicked his own off and laid back, waiting for the Cajun to come into his arms.

Remy laid down beside Logan and rested his head on the older man's chest, then closed his eyes. It wasn't late enough yet to actually go to bed. That was beside the point. Remy was more than happy to just...lay in Logan's arms. He'd cherish this time and all it's rightness. Yeah, he could get used to this...


TBC