Welcome Home

The first few days Logan was gone were...well, they sucked. Scott had gone and schedualed a team DR session and Remy failed miserably. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn't focus on the matter at hand, which was providing cover for Iceman and Colossus...Needless to say, they both got quite owned. In the face even. It was horrible. And Remy definitely got an earful afterward about teamwork and attention to detail and most of the stuff they shove up yer ass in Boot Camp.

Sulking back to his room, Remy made for the shower. He needed to sort his thoughts and clean the stench of disappointment off his skin. He turned the water on, then disrobed, tossing his uniform to the other side of the room. Once he was pleasantly naked, he stepped into the shower alcove and stood under the spray of the near-scalding water. It hurt for a second, but after ward it felt sooooo good. So good, in fact, he didn't hear the bathroom door open and shut quietly. But then he heard someone clear their throat and looked up.

Logan was standing near the stall and grinned, "Came back a little early. Miss me?"

Remy just stared at Logan while the man undressed and slipped in behind him. There was barely enough room for them to be comfortable while occupying the stall at the same time. Logan put his hands on Remy's waist and smiled, then leaned in and kissed the taller man. Remy's arms went around Logan's neck as they kissed.

They finally pulled apart after a few moments, panting and staring at one another. Logan took the lead and stepped out of the shower. That could wait. They were gonna get messy anyhow. And Remy followed him gladly. This had to be a dream. He didn't hear Logan's bike at all...well, hell..he didn't even hear the man come into the room...Now he was being led away to what he hoped would be a great way to spend the afternoon.

Logan led them toward the bed, but stopped once he got to the side of it and pulled Remy close again for another soul-searching kiss. He'd missed the Cajun more than he'd like to admit. He tangled a hand in the man's hair, feeling it run through his fingers like...well, it was wet...so yeah. They both were wet...and somehow..that made this whole situation that much more arousing.

After breaking the kiss out of need for oxygen, he growled slightly when he felt Remy move away. He wanted the Cajun close...He was pleased to find that the other had only moved away to lay down on the bed and was now patting the empty space beside him. Logan was quick to occupy that space and pushed the Cajun onto his back, then situated himself between Remy's legs.

Remy smiled up at him, hands on the man's shoulders, "Oui...I definitely missed y', cher...been hell wit' out y'..."

Logan smirked, "Oh, I'm sure it was...But..I'm home...and now...I'm going to make love to you...like I should have that first night. I wanted to...God, I wanted to so bad..."

Remy chuckled, "Ditto, cher...but it good we waited, non?" He was kind of glad they did. Cuz he was pretty sure if they had done the deed that night, things would be kind of awkward now...and neither man was really sure what this was all about yet...But at least they were both willing to take the next step.

Logan leaned down and kissed his soon-to-be lover tenderly, hands sliding up Remy's sides and over his chest. He loved touching Remy. The man's skin was amazingly soft. Probably from all those girly soaps and lotions he used so often. He broke the kiss to bury his face in the crook of Remy's neck, nipping and kissing the tender flesh he found there...And Remy was making all sorts of delicious noises, begging and moaning for him to continue. In the spirit of exploration, he thrusted his hips forward a bit, grinding his own hardening manhood against the Cajun's. That earned him a loud, whimpering moan...so he did it again as he continued to kiss and nibble on Remy's neck.

Remy was in heaven. He was sure. He'd died and gone to fuckin' Heaven. Or this was a dream. Either one. He smiled as Logan pulled back and reached into the drawer of the nightstand by Remy's bed. He knew that's where the Cajun kept the lube. And behold, there it was. A nice new tube of it. Remy had been prepared. He liked that.

A few moments later and Logan was inside Remy, moving at a slow, steady pace that had Remy begging for harder and faster. Logan obliged, encouraged by the sounds his lover was making. This really had to be a dream, it really did. Remy would wake up and Logan would still be gone...He couldn't pinch himself to debunk the dream thing as Logan had his hands pinned above his head.

And thus, they made love. And Remy never felt more complete his whole life. There was something so...right about being with Logan like this... It was like...the universe had finally come together in cosmic bliss.

In Logan's arms, Remy fell asleep with the older man watching him. Remy looked like an angel when asleep, in Logan's opinion...And it was while Remy was asleep that Logan found the courage to whisper the words he'd longed to say since that first kiss on the pool deck, "I love you."


TBC??? Who knows...