Morning Wood

You know that huskiness a man's voice takes on when he first wakes up in the morning? Remy smiled. That's what Logan sounded like...all deep and rumbly and slightly pissed off. Remy probably shouldn't have woken him, but...he had to. They were going to be late for one of Scott's Beat Down Sessions. Remy made to pull away, but was promptly pulled back down and kissed deeply.

When the kiss broke, Logan's rumbly voice sounded again, "Ain' our team this mornin', darlin'...go back to sleep." He pulled the Cajun close, almost on top of him. Hmm. Not a bad position. Grinning, he shifted Remy yet again, and the man went willingly, then ran his hands up the toned thighs, "Do you have any idea...how sexy you are?"

Remy chuckled and leaned down, nipping at Logan's nose, then shifted and kissed the man's neck and jaw, "Non...but Remy got a good idea from de t'ing pokin' him in de stomach....I'd ask if you was smugglin' a banana in y' pocket...but y' nekkid..." He scooted down the man's legs, until he was straddling Logan's shins, effectively trapping his legs. His hands played on Logan's stomach, running his fingers through the thick fur. "Remy gon' make you feel so good, cher..."

Just as Remy was about to take Logan into his mouth, he was stopped. Logan looked down at him and shook his head, "You don' need to do this, you know..."

Remy smiled, "I want to...." But he wouldn't get the chance this morning. He'd have to not wake Logan up and try to do it. He'd just have to do it while the man was still asleep.

Logan pulled Remy up beside him and wrapped his arms around the younger man. "Just...lay here for now...I want more of this...we can do more of the other stuff later." Ah, so that was it. Logan wasn't a sex-in-the-morning type person. Ah, well...this was still a good way to pass the early morning hours.

And so they did. It was until around lunch time that they actually got up and around. Sundays were good days to be lazy, but Logan had put off the yard work he had to do for too long. Storm needed a new flower patch dug out and ready to go. He invited Remy to come along, but the Cajun turned him down. Remy wanted to get some work done on his baby. His baby being that amazingly sexy Harley sitting in the garage. Logan drooled everytime he saw the machine. She was beautiful...it was like lookin' at the Mona Lisa or something... Yeah, it was definitely the Mona Lisa of motorcycles. And Remy looked damned good ridin' her. And that line of thinking led Logan to wonder what Remy would look like riding him...

Time passed and Logan finished what he had to do in the yard. Images of Remy naked, riding him had plagued him all afternoon. Maybe a cold shower would help. Probably not...but at least he'd be clean. Going up to his room, he passed by the entrance to the Garage. Peering in, he saw Remy with the Russian. Remy was covered in grease from head to toe and his bike was in parts. Smiling to himself, Logan watched a moment. Remy was hot...all covered in grease and motor oil like that. "And I love him." He was able to say that aloud now. There was no sense in denying what was true...

Inside the Garage, Remy was motioned for Piotr to hand him one of the wrenches, then slid back underneath his baby. He could have just taken her to the shop for a tune up, but that felt wrong. A bike this nice was like a lady with a lot of class. You had to tend to her yourself... Make her feel better with your touch and tender, loving care...

Logan stayed and watched for a good ten minutes before turning and heading upstairs to shower and change clothes. In the shower, he was tempted to relieve himself of tension, but decided against it. He wanted to spend himself inside Remy...tonight...on his bed...with Remy on top of him... Oh, God damn it! Ah, well. He didn't have long to wait as he heard Remy slip into his room shortly after he finished his shower. Poking his head out of the bathroom, he saw the Cajun was still grease covered and smirked, "Hey, kiddo."

Remy returned the smirk, "Hey, y'self, cher..." He walked over to the bathroom door and grinned when Logan opened it further, revealing that the Canadian was gloriously naked. Remy reached out and ran a hand over Logan's chest, "Was walkin' by...n' couldn' help but feel what you was puttin' out...Arousal...need....n' somethin' else...can' really put m' finger on it...but it feel good, non?"

Logan swallowed and nodded, "Yeah...it does..." He took the hand that was caressing his chest and brought it to his lips, kissing the greasy knuckles, then pulled Remy close and down for a kiss.

Remy was shocked by the tenderness in the kiss. It was just like the one by the pool. And before he could stop himself, Remy whispered, "T'ink I'm fallin' in love..."

Logan felt his heart soar. It wasn't love, exactly...but falling in love was good enough for him. He reached up and cupped the side of Remy's face, "Me too." He kissed the Cajun again, a little deeper this time, "Gonna be a wild ride, that's for sure..." He chuckled and pulled away, "Why don't you get cleaned up...then we can go to dinner or somethin'...t'ink Jeannie's cookin' n' I wanna be at least four counties away."

That got a laugh out of Remy as the Cajun slipped into the bathroom, "Mind if I use y' shower den?" He stripped as he waited for an answer that he didn't really need.

Logan watched his lover undress and nodded, "Yeah...sure, sure...I'll be...uh...getting dressed." Or maybe not. He slipped out of the room and into his bedroom. God, he was so HOT! Damn it...Where had he gone right? Groaning, Logan sat down on his bed and buried his face in his hands.

It was a half hour before Remy came out of the bathroom, one of Logan's towels around his waist. He smiled at the older man, who was now dressed and seated on the bed, reading a book. "Logan..."

Logan looked up at the vision in a white towel and grinned, "Remy..." His eyes roved over the Cajun's body as the lanky man moved up to him and climbed into the bed beside him, then straddled him. He set the book aside and put his hands on Remy's hips.

The towel was lost on the floor and Remy draped his arms over Logan's shoulders. He leaned down and kissed the Canandian deeply, "Make love to me...let's skip dinner...just...make love to me...."

Logan kissed Remy's neck, "Whatever you want, darlin'...." His hands roamed up Remy's back, feeling the soft skin. He'd never get tired of it. Ever. Now, he'd been with men before, but none were as...exotic as Remy. And the way he smelled....Musk, cigarettes, a hint of motor oil....and fresh air...

It wasn't long after that Logan was naked again and Remy was on top of him, moving in such away that left both men moaning and groaning. Though Logan growled occasionally. As things grew more heated, Logan wrapped his arms around Remy and turned them over. When the Cajun was on his back, Logan pounded into him and moved the taller man's legs onto his shoulders.

Remy fisted the bed sheets and his moaning grew louder...and soon he started begging for Logan to come with him. Logan wasn't too far behind his lover. When Remy came, spilling himself over his belly, Logan filled him up with his seed with a loud groan.

Both men slumped until the waves of orgasm stopped, then Logan pulled out and rolled to the side, laying on his back. Should he say it? He wanted to. But before he could get the words out, he heard Remy whisper as the man cuddled up to him, "Love you."